Friday, March 19, 2010 . 3/19/2010 03:23:00 AM

I have a feeling five years from now, if I don't show my mum the existence of a significant other, she might actually drag me to a matchmaker.

When is the next time I'm gonna fall in love? I don't think it's anytime soon, since I don't exactly have a admiration for the opposite sex right now. Added in the fact that I had so many experiences that I don't want to remember, it's a no-no currently. 

My brain is telling me not to write down this rubbish, since I'm pretty sure people I know are gonna read this, but then again, this is my blog, I can write what I want in here and not care about what others think. If not, where am I gonna write all the rubbish within me? I'm so not great at keeping diaries. 

I absolutely loathe the lovebug. It makes one become a total idiot. It makes the brain become clouded with something called irrationality. It brings out the worst in people. 

It... makes one feel good. To explain this feels wrong, but to like someone actually makes me feel a little human, like a girl. 

Then again, I don't have anyone special to concentrate these feelings on.

And I shall declare here: I absolutely LOATHE you. 

Disclaimer: This is not meant to be understood by any of you. Just one of my funny-yet-not-so-funny drabbles.