Johnny Bravo. A sick and self-proclaimed to be a woman's ideal man. When in reality, he's one heck of a loser who tries to woo girls by saying 'Woooaahhh Mama!' Digustingly, there are guys out there whom I can say is the realistic version of Mr Bravo. (with the exception of saying 'Woooaahh Mama!' but instead, 'Hi bleh knl2?' or 'I mishhh euuu') C'mon, the english vocab was invented for great things but you jusy had to change the words which sounds more like a retard trying to be Shakespear. -.- This is just a random thought btw, no punches meant to be thrown at anyone except the lonesome losers of this planet who dare call themselves men.
Work was exceptionally weird today. Coz I started work with a sour mood which turned into a non-stop-laughing-hit in the end. I had been asked if I am a fillipino for the 1038485493840th time today and it never stops to amuse me with the reaction 'Wahhhh!!..I die die thought you are a phillipine girl orhhh' - after being told I'm a malay singaporean. And for once I just lied to the patient saying I am a phillipino and ended up having my jaw drop down onto the floor when he talked to me in Tagalog. I simply laughed and replied 'Ahhh...yahh! Hahaha...Funny.' I bet I looked dumb. But who cares??
When it felt right and wrong at the same time... I smiled at myself thinking I was foolish to think that it had stopped. When truly, it hasn't. Under the covers in which I love.
I still hate Bed 22
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