good things when short are twice as good.

The day was good. I'm happy that i went out just now. It was me, Diy and that Yan Earship. Funny thing was, i THOUGHT i'd totally turned-off.He did get quite lame almost ALL the time.Of course i did lah, but he was a good listener, i admit. And i talk alot so yeah.

Town was always the same, and it still is the way it is when i paid it a visit just now. Poured like London and it was suche bad-ass day to be chilling out. Should have been at home sleeping or bumming or something. But NOOOOOO i just HAD to meet Diy and His Earship. Ngiah.

Had my jambol up like a horn just now, and i kinda liked the unique feeling i possessed due to my hair. I know, damn cheap of me. *Silly grin.
You guys ever noticed the men who whistle (irritatingly) in the name of traffic control at the crossing between Hyatt Hotel and Far East Plaza? Yeah, them. Baaaahhstards they were. 'Whistling' at both me and Diy. GATAL. idiots. mofuckers. go do your stinking paryah job lah!

If you haven't known till now, Mira grew up to become an unfriendly sight. I am very cautious but once i've passed that, you wouldn't regret knowing me. *Silly grin.

And the day wouldn't be a day, if Imran hadn't come down alllll the way from Stagmont Camp. Sounds alien to me as well, i know. So there he was, reaking of army odour and dresses in jungle green, trotting down town to meet Diy,myself and get this: That earship Yan who doesn't have a clean/decent/friendly/GOOD history with Imran. No, they weren't gaaaaay. They were just vying for the same girl.(Diy). Imran was the boyfriend and Yan was the guy who thought he could be a better boyfriend. Geddit? Hahah. Like those soap operas you watch on Star World, yeah. Like that lah.

So things got a little uncomfy, but then the silent tension eased when i started immitating my fren Mel going all 'riiiiiiiiiitttte' and whatsoever, leaving the guys and girl in fits. That's Mira for you.
Then after all that laughing and joking and what nots, Yan left for MOS, and we headed down to Hilton where Daddy came picking us up.

I think my butt's getting big. Imran kinda said something about it. Lack of you-know-what lah. Not that i need any right now, i'd prolly opt for exercise. (yeah riiiiiiiitttte.)

So people. I wanna go sleep now. And Dad said somethings pertaining the situation my frens and i are in now. He advices to be 'adult' about it. So here we are, being adults. You know, maybe that's why i grow up too fast. My dad's always telling me to be 'adult' about things until i forget to become a normal teenager. I'm turning 18 lah for goodness' sake. Only 18??!?!?!

Haiyo.

And oh, i miss my Lutfiatonton Bacencon so much. We call him that coz gurrrrrrrrl, he can be THE cutest guy alive, but he ain't the smartest. Hahah. And you know, we can only be friends. I can't see having a bf like him. And i had this small thought racing thru my mind just now. I wanna try being single for a year. I wanna know how that'll feel. If it will kill me one day. Certainly, i won't turn suicidal. I just wanna test my limits.
Cos, (warning : I'm gonna get a lil emo here) i really have to agree with what Imran said that night. He says that i am still in search/yearn/crave for the man who'll immasculate(sp?) me.The very same man, who'll take up that manly void i have, and make me the woman i never was, and will be. Oh my God i dunno what the hell im talking about.
Then again if i do find that man who's gonna fill up this void, i'd probably turn into a very subtle human being. But come to think of it i am naturally domineering and aggresive,territorial and strict. So yeah. I dunno, you decide.
Forget it.
Just to pepper this,
I cried just now (sucha wuss, i know) as i listened to the REGGAETON song 'Yo Voy' coz it reminded me of Mexico Night. That was the best party i had man..all of us were so happy to be with each other that night, no fuss, no worries. And now, it gets all too complicated.

I wanna sleep now, and dream on the single life i'm about to venture on, especially knowing that i WILL be single for loooong.

Take care my loyal reader.
Resident bitch out and away.

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