In response to Bri's major concern with regards to my mental health, I hereby announce that I'm NOT harbouring any suicidal thoughts (yes Alexa, I hate to disappoint you). I totally withdraw my statement - "For life is a skank byotch...". Life is not a skank byotch. MSN messenger is. The reason behind my breakdown yesterday was due to the breakdown of MSN Messenger and deviantArt. For some unfathomable reasons, I can't log in to both. Had to resort to web messenger in the end. How depressing. I hated yesterday.

Well, before you yak on about how I am just throwing one of my tantrums, let me tell you what put the red little cherry on top of an extremely fabulous MSN-loves-screwing-me night. Although, I swear after you hear about what exactly happened, you'll totally believe that I'm the greatest klutz ever lived. And all I can say about that is, well, join the club.

After logging in to web messenger yesterday, I started pouring out my heart and soul into someone I thought was Aaron. And before you even think too deep about my previous sentence, NO, I WAS NOT CONFESSING MY PROFOUND LOVE FOR AARON. But it was, as usual, a session of whining and complaining about how sorrowful life can be. In this case, because of lousy MSN. Unsurprisingly because God loves drama, the someone, who I thought was Aaron, turned out to be someone else. It was an utter embarassment for me, considering who it turned out to be. I would have told you who Mr. Mystery is by now. If I haven't, chances are, you'll never get to know who it is. Now Rit, Huanqing, Pansy and Bri agree that Mr. Mystery probably suspects that I've got a huge crush on him, considering the 'intimate' 2-hour session.

Now, I'm seriously harbouring suicidal thoughts.

Frequently Asked Questions:

Q1) How could you not know who you were talking to in the first place?
A: Aaron and Mr. Mystery had similar MSN nicks, so I didn't bother to check the email address. Besides, Mr. Mystery initiated the conversation, so naturally I would think it's Aaron since I didn't expect Mr. Mystery to talk to me. We hardly even know each other.

Q2) How did you find out that it was Mr. Mystery, and not Aaron, you've been bullshitting to all along, in the end?
A: Firstly, Mr. Mystery apologised for taking so long to reply. If Aaron ever mentioned the word 'sorry', it'll be when Man starts selling hot dogs on the moon. Secondly, it finally dawned on me that Aaron didn't use to have an emoticon in his MSN nick, and Mr. Mystery had one. A weird one too. Thirdly, I checked the email and to my absolute shock, it wasn't Aaron but Mr. Mystery. Then, I died.

Q3) Why are you such a complete idiot?
A: Yeah, you can tell me why.

The Queen Tells It Like It Is

Her Majesty
Crowned 3rd Oct 1989
Can crack a walnut with her butt NastyLawn-mower
Pain in the arse
Be afraidBe very afraid


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