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(..that’s probably Mixed Feelings in French, if I got the spelling right) 

*Shakes head vigorously* Yes, yes, I’m learning French, just because it seems like a romantic language which one could use to display one’s intelligence. After all, intelligence is sexy (yes, it is confirmed, at least 4 females told me that). No, actually, I’m not after everything for that agenda, life has to have more meaning than that.

What the hell, I just realized one of my Malay contacts (NOT friends) this morning slipped some species of a flying ant onto my tee and left it stuck there. Let me get it off, first. Ok. Done. I swear I will stab him in the back if we were in a civil unrest zone and we are the only two remaining survivors. Bloody contacts - friends are better.

What is more meaning, really? I always thought that more meaning reflected a new challenge in life each day - maybe like when one so happens to come across someone else in a public domain of opposite gender, who seems so attractive, that he tries to get her number.. Or give her his, for that matter of fact. A challenge could also mean going around messing with people, playing with their feelings, and dropping them like a brick while feigning ignorance about why they are so damned hurt after everything. (Uh, I probably used to have a rep for that in the past – good thing its somewhat cleared now.)

More than once, I have seriously contemplated changing my own manifesto, the way I think, they way I approach people, the way I do everything, basically, but it is not that simple as one might even imagine. Habits, social vices, and et cetra, all plays a part to one’s behaviour. I’m really so used to using methods some would only known was ever used on TV, being the extravagant person who didn’t seem real, getting their peers’ interest so much that they would do anything I asked of them (okay, almost anything – don’t think sideways, pfft).

Ahh.. I’ll probably just let things go the way they’re supposed to…