tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54127326856171857802012-02-16T09:13:13.033-08:00Alternately read said title with/without sarcasmKnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412732685617185780.post-33022370541144893112011-01-29T13:18:00.000-08:002011-01-29T13:19:44.903-08:00<blockquote><i>They end up pretending that the other doesn't exist, giving up on second chances, eventually giving in to their respective group of friends who already bitch about the other, and start bitching.&nbsp;The most they can do is leave an encouraging, anonymous message; while cringing at what they hear.</i></blockquote><br /><br /><br />We are a beautiful tragedy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412732685617185780-3302237054114489311?l=notsubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Knoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412732685617185780.post-58138508456910609032011-01-15T03:31:00.000-08:002011-01-16T08:37:25.303-08:00So today I was out with Shaz as usual, as I've been the past 10 days continuously without fail so I guess you'd say we pretty much know each other's basic characteristics. Somewhere between the nonchalant chatter you'd get while one is driving and the other is just talking without his brain, I told him about this incident regarding this girl I used to know, sexy Jess who's not so sexy anymore due to premature aging/etc and her boyfriend Chan Gang Ster, who's a major gangster big shot or something.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">* * *</span></div><br />Me : So they were in the car right, on a busy road, and he was driving, and she was talking, like us.<br /><br />Shaz : Uh huh.<br /><br />Me : And well, they somehow started arguing, and sexy Jess got so pissed off she pulled the keys out from the ignition. In the middle of the road.<br /><br />Shaz : What the hell? Is that even possible? She managed to do that?<br /><br />Me : Yeah.<br /><br />Shaz : My god.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*idle silence*</div><br />Me : You know, I always thought that's pretty pointless. What for go through all the trouble, climbing to the other side of the car and forcefully pull the keys out. *pause*<br /><br />Me : I'd rather pull the hand break lor. So much easier, so much more convenient, and so much more fun to watch unfold. *puts hand on hand break*<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">*idle silence*</div><br />Shaz : Hey, can you take your hands off the hand break, please?<br /><br />Me : Why? It's not like I'd pull it or something right.<br /><br />Shaz : Just take it off, please.<br /><br />Me : Oh my god you don't trust me? What the hell what a thing not to trust me about, not pulling the hand break when you're driving!<br /><br />Shaz : It's not that. *pauses*<br /><br />Shaz : You're such a bimbo. You'd do ANYTHING. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;">* * *</span></div><br />O yes, and we had an argument. Nothing bimbo related.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5412732685617185780-5813850845691060903?l=notsubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Knoreply@blogger.com2