One tiny lie.

1. We are not going to last, we being a generic term. Maybe its my fault. Or maybe this is simply an unfortunate scenario. Undoubtedly I shall be luckier in the future.

2. I wish Wicked would come to Singapore. I have never seen real green people.

3. I have crashed the computer with my brilliant downloading skills. Thus I am deprived of House season two, and Monk because it ended yesterday.

4. Terry Pratchett is smart. Neil Gaiman writes about people I care about. Gregory Maguire is possibly a mixture of these two, topped off with rambly philosophical themes I do not understand. Epic, what epic? As far as I remember, Hamlet was not green.

5. Some possible drunk left a very pretty rose at my house gate. Mummy has decided that I chat with strangers on the internet, possibly engage in cyber sex, then distribute my house address. Thus the rose, as a post-coital symbol of gratitude, with the unspoken question: was it as good for you as it was for me? Failed to point out that she is the one with the psycho boyfriends.

6. The cat is eating a lot. I fear obesity. Thus have resorted to walking the cat everyday in the house, which basically involves me dragging a mouse around and the cat chasing from behind. We stop when the cat starts to pant. Tsk tsk.

7. Short, crop sentences indicates a lack of passion. In truth, I just wanted to note that I ever thought of this.

7. We are really not going to last. Everytime I think about unmeaningful friendships I think of you.