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Monday, August 3, 2009
bore

i know,
i'm such a boring person.

i'm going to bore whoever who reads my craps here to death.
kinda cool for a boring person,

i guess.

yet another grandmother story to told.
one that probably you've heard before.

i need some excitement.

maybe one day,
when i'm out alone,
i trip & fall & a handsome young fella come to my rescue.
how sweet.

or maybe superman would be interested to made me his girlfriend.
how cute.

or spider-man would kiss me upside down like in the movie.
how exciting.

or a handsome fella kidnap me for my love.
how romantic.

i can go on & on & on & on.

yada yada yada.
blah blah blah.

how do i know that i'm such a boring person ?
1. i don't go to crowded place. i avoided going to crowded places. too dull for me. especially public transport, i got stuck in between people's sweaty back. gasping for air.

2. i get carried away with my boring conversation.

3. people don't pay attention whenever i speak. cause i assume all they ever heard was , yada yada yada. blah blah blah.

4. i'm such a boring person that i can go on & on & on about it.

5. i'm such a boring person that i can bore myself to death.

see,
convinced now.

who ever reads my craps anyway?

i wonder.