Love to Live?

As i am sitting in front of my computer, munching on potato chips and sipping on bubble tea, the melodious chanting of the 'Takbir Raya' is on the radio. I listen with a heart full of hope and melancholy. Thousand miles away, my mother sits in her rented apartment in Dubai, all alone, listening to the same melodious chanting. But all alone. She'll cry, i know it, because she's a mother. I, try to cry, but am too numb. Have to be strong, i hear my mind saying. This is all fated, i hear my heart saying.

I called my mother. I can hear her trying to control her tears. If she were to have cried, my whole water system would have broken down. In my heart i think, how is it one family can be faced with so many challenges. But then my mind wandered off to children in Africa, and the families with abusive parents. I guess my situation ain't that bad.

Even though i have all these conflicting emotions in me, there's just one emotion i can't help noticing. The need to love. Its irritating, but its there!

My love life is as dry Z.B's hair. And that's saying something. Seriously. The guys in Singapore just don't know how to choose women. What's the point of having a girlfriend that's so sexy but has the face of Z.B's pussy? And, and, what's the point of having a gf that's so fat and no personality. I understand i'm in this situation because i'm not slim and sexy. I'm plump and big. But what's the crime in that? Its not as if my face is covered with zits and my fats come in layers and layers like layer cake. Damn. And, its also not as if my personality or attitude stinks. If guys get intimidated by me, is it my fault?! Why would a guy be intimidated by me anyway. Its not like as if i bark out orders all the damn time.

Haizzz. I guess its a lost cause. I'm never going to get a bf in singapore. No chance in hell. Well, i'll meet my soulmate in heaven, and it looks like i'm going to die a virgin. Damn. I'm depressed. Vodka anyone?

Lots of Z.B's pussy,

Depregum