Banana Chips Love Story

S o recently my an old high school classmate just messaged me to become one of his daughter's god mother, yes you heard me right! i totally don't know why he chose me because i don't think I'm that mature and stable enough to be a fairy god mother! que horror! i even use my debit card to buy mi some lattes at Starbucks! or the fact that i still buy 1 liter of water for my condo's fridge just because I'm too lazy to order the big things! that kind of irresponsible! anyways the point of my entry is not even related to the title! its just that i seldom think that this day would come and that my high school batch mates would have that fathers and mothers classification kind of thing seeing that the dive is too early!  Anyways another unrelated fact to this issue is that, i don't think I'm ready to face my batch mates! GAWD DAMN IT! i haven't really lose weight and i still haven't figure out the dress or garb i should wear! i was totally not e

“ it’s difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when you grow up, troubling to find that you simply don’t remember when you stopped acting like a child and became an adult, your head no longer filled with naive dreams and whimsical hopes for the future. suddenly, you’re twenty three and half the year is spent for hours away from a home with people who aren’t your family, struggling through another few years of trying to beat the system and get the best out of it, and the other half is spent wondering when your family became strangers to you; their faces familiar but changing all the time, home never quite the same whenever you return after three months away. suddenly, you’re twenty three yet still waiting for your break, and you’re never going to be a ballet dancer or a fire fighter or a popstar with ten world tours. you’re twenty three and, in the space of a few minutes, you realise that some days you'll feel that you’re stucked in a dead end job that you might hate with all your h

I was never an introvert by choice. I guess my repeated failures in human inter action, failing to meet socially acceptable standards was also not a choice. The fact of being in a circle without really being IN the circle was never the less unfathomable by the hands of reality by which we all live in. Sometimes extroverts like me also has another side of its cheek, its not as if my face has a sign that says "SHE is an extrovert. She always laughs when needed (seldom not needed, but still), says Joke when appropriate, and even curses when she feels like it. She is an extrovert, binded by the surface in which her soul belongs too, that when you are a big person you must always be the laughing stock or you must always be a clown or that she wont feel the half truth in every joke you said. Yes She is an extrovert. Funny. But still complicated." yes i guess that’s the sign all people i know see in me, but deep within my angst and humour i guess the (quote)" intelligent