Have you heard?

There's a new acronym in cyberspace - bbzz. It stands for bye bye zai zai. Zai zai is the name of my bird.

That idiot pecked my nipple in the afternoon. But let me continue. It can be used in your daily life even if you don't have a bird - it simply means you're ditching someone or leaving them behind. I believe it is very useful.

Examples of usage would be "He cried and tugged pitifully on the hem of my shirt, begging for me to stay but I was like bbzz." and "Ever since you bbzzed me, my heart had a chasm so deep nothing could suture it."

Personally I prefer the first (active usage, rather than passive).

Ikr

Sounds good?

I think the next time a customer asks me for a paper bag after I have served the fries, I shall wail loudly and ask them to save the trees, all the while using an entire stack of napkins to dab my tears.

Auroras

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Maybe

Twitter is this incredible spew of emotions coming from everybody. Mostly loneliness and hope, that's the sad thing.

Convention

Made a mean post then proceeded to delete it.

WHAT IS THIS MANDY YOU ARE TURNING SOFT OMG

YOU

Lui bin #1

You know people (those boring people) always ask you want you want to be when you grow up? FAQ #1 about Mandy How answered.

Age 4 - Did not give much thought to this question. Only wanted to eat and was too busy convincing my mother to buy me ladybird books.

Age 6 - Teacher. Not because I loved little children or I wanted to impart knowledge or any shit like that. I just liked bossing people around.

Age 6 and a half - Owner of a amusement park. Had a lot of fun humping pillows pretending they were rides.

Age 7 - Back to a teacher. Got scolded by my cousin's maid for messing up the bed.

Age 11 - Ventriloquist. Until I developed an irrational fear of dolls and puppets.

Age 12 - Pianist (those really famous ones that perform at concerts and everything). THEN I found out about music theory.

Age 14 - Tai tai. Got a F9 in math and felt that the future was bleak.

Age 15 - Owner of a lan shop. Can shake leg play comp earn money. Shiok.

Age 16 - Writer/Author. Mainly because I saw J.K Rowling rolling. Of course there was the love for writing as well. I think.

Age 18 - Still a writer/author. The journalism module was still the most potent sleeping drug though.

Age 19 (now) - I DON'T CARE AS LONG AS I'M RICH. END OF STORY.

Fleeting aspirations along the way from mid-teens include being a dentist, surgeon and the prettiest girl alive. I know. I have achieved the last.

9 crimes

2. Closure

I cannot sleep - it hurts too much. Even the music cannot block out my thoughts. It is not easy to cry silently in the middle of the night, but I have done it.

How can something that is not hurt physically be in so much pain? At least now I can move on - the tiny, tiny spot of good from the torn debris of my heart.

He is not the first, and I don't think he will be the last, but this cuts too deep. I don't know what this is. It may be love. I feel stupid just by writing that word. But what else could hurt so much?

I wish memories could be erased, like in books or movies. I tell myself to bear with it, that the pain will pass, but I'm not so sure. I will always think of him with an ache in my heart, even if I don't want to.

Emotions are what makes us human, they say. I hate it. I fucking hate it. But I will learn to let go, to not think of you constantly, or even when I'm lonely.

Goodbye. x

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Remember 1. Crush?