The Ripped Soul

And so the second hurdle has been crossed over.

Now all that's left is them 11 hurdles that're getting bigger and BIGGER each time.

God Help Me.

Thanks for the prayers everyone. I think they helped. Okay, they did. Can you imagine? I never even studied for the practical. I studied the wrong experimental worksheet. As for chem, just looking at all the che[e]malogical words were enough to put me to my eternal rest.

So I some sort "gave-up" this morning.

But hey! Who'da thought? With all the equipment [no matter how basic] packed and stuffed into that pee brain of mine by all them chemo teachers, I managed to scrape through. If not one question, at least I didn't leave any blank.

And no, that doesn't mean I filled in STUPID answers.

At least mine wasn't anything to do with barium whatever as an answer for salt A. Unlike some people from the almighty classes..

ANYWAY. I'm not being haughty or proud or whatever. So please scratch off that judgement if its in your head. Even though this hurdle's been crossed, I don't really feel all that confident for O's. Suddenly, all the confidence is just.. gone.

What's easier to score is even EASIER to make mistakes.

Went out with the girls for a lil chillout kinda thing. Everyone was still fussed over the paper.

"SHIT, I read the question wrongly!"
"SHIT! I got the wrong ppt."
"SHIT! I got a different number!"
"SHIT! this."
"SHIT! that."

Yup. The amazing thing about examination papers is that everyone never fails to curse, swear and compare answers right afterward. And the best part? THE ANSWERS CAN'T BE CHANGED, AND THEY KNOW IT! Yet, cow dung, manure and fertilizers being spat out by everyone outside the exam hall.

Had coffee at starrrrbucks @ United Sq. Saw Colleen on the way. HAH. We were shouting across the Toa Payoh stairway la omg. But I still love that ohsoveryeeeeeeviltwinofmine (:

Unbelievably, HE smsed me an apology. BUT, in the worst way possible. Not being pessimestic or what. I'm sure girls out there would argue,

"WAH LAU. Got guys apologize to you already still not happy! My own boyfriend won't even say sorry! ?!@#$%^&*..."

Honestly, get a grip, girlfriend. I don't know what the hell you're still doing with that kinda fella, but it ain't my problem if you're stuck with Mr. Insensitive.

ANYWAY, Anyway, anyway.... back to my issue. Seriously, could this guy get any WORSE than he already is?

"if ya do cometa school please bring the F*F*7 game and i am sorry."

How retarded.

Please, I didn't even feel the sincerity of it all. It's like as if he's apologizing so I'll give/lend/whatever him the mofoing game when someone else stole it.

So guess what I did? It may break your heart, but I ignored it and I just clicked my phone shut. I'm sorry, I don't waste my time on such insensitive, cowardly guys with an ego of a nuclear plant. Find another girl elsewhere cos frankly, if my heart was stolen, the girlfriend police got it back for me. And I like it that way.

Back to girl's chillout.. we were talking about love lives and M's boyfriend. Then we talked about J's boyfriend. Then mine? ...when he's not really.. my.. er... lov..er? We'll only be "that title" officially when he's back and when we feel that we really-honestly-truthfully have a thing for each other.

I loved it how he said that I'd make him the happiest man alive if we were together. And the fact that he liked me the moment we talked about random stuff first time we knew each other. (:

What a sweetie right! AND HE LOVES CATS AS MUCH AS I DOOOO. HAHA. Okay, can't believe I'm getting all mushy. *AHEM* Anyway, back to the point. So yeah.. they were saying about the perfect guy and the girl's ideal thought of a Mr. Right. So-called.

.should show care and concern. not too much, not too little. just nice.
.be the absolute gentleman.
.be talkative.
.a MUST rule: never too possessive.
.must allow a girl to have freedom.

...And some other stuff, but I really can't be bothered to type em out.

As for my ideal kinda guy? Easy.

He's gotta be The Soulmate. The best friend. Mr. Right. Mr. Soul Provider. For me.

And yeah, he's gotta have the looks as well. Whoever it is that told you that looks don't matter was LYING straight out.

Would you date a guy who has obscene manners, is obnoxious and looks like a pig? Would you like to see a Mr. Obese, Acne Problem going out with Ange Jolie? Or a skinny looking geeky nerd going out with Paris? Or some wacko wearing purple socks on his arms and hot pink pants with dark blue shoes going out with Ms Teen USA?

Surely, not - right? If you would then, er, okay.. which planet did you come from?

I'm not saying Mr Right has to look like Brad Pitt or Brandon Routh. He doesn't have to be every girl's hearttrob. He just needs to be the person that I'll fall madly in love with day after day till my dying day. He could just be the average looking guy next door. But so long as he's in love with me, and me in him - he's for keepers, no doubt. That's who I'm looking for.

And this has really been a LONG post.

Now you know why I'm still single? I'm really that determined to look for Mr. Soul Provider. I won't just settle down for any Ahbenging gangster just because he has a history to impress. He could have flown across into different dimensions and from one universe to another.

I don't care. I really don't give a damn.

On another note. The lyrics to Michael B's Soul Provider. I'll be so smitten with Mr. Right who proposes...

[chet. no boyfriend, already talking about marriage?!?! jess wtf is wrong with you? are you fkrazy?] / [oh shut up. can't a girl dream?]

...by singing this song.

Talk about love, talk about trust
Talkin' 'bout forever baby
When I'm talkin' 'bout us
I give you my word, stick to my guns
Believe when I tell ya baby
That we've just begun

You don't understand, no
The full intent of my plan

[Chorus:]
I wanna be your soul provider
I wanna stay that way
For the longest time
I wanna be, your soul provider
Just say you'll let me
And darlin' I will

I know you've been hurt, I know you're love shy
You don't have to say it baby
It's gonna take some time
Ya got my heart, in the palm of your hand
Swear it's gonna stay there baby
Give me half a chance

You don't understand
The full intent of my plan

I've been waitin' for a long time for somebody like you
To give my love, all my love day and night
Just say you'll be mine for the rest of your life
Baby I'll show you why

[Chorus]