Another quote. 

The two boys whom i loved made me and changed me. The boy who loved me, took me.

Another script.

There was this guy and a girl, they're so close they seem more than just friends. But the girl always wanted to keep it at friendship level. The guy had an eye for her ever since they met, but he took it slowly. He wasn't sure of himself too. But day after day, sometimes more, sometimes less, depends on how busy he is, he thinks of her and lately he starts to long for her. Of course they're those hotties who struts their hips at him, he takes notice of course, but she was the one he always thought of.

So one day when he was in her room, alone together, who knows how a guys' mind works. wtf. Well, at least she didn't. Let's just say, as before, she always wanted to keep their level at friendship level, and she made it pretty clear for him, for who knows if they were more, how would it affect what they had currently for each other.

But he could hold it no longer as she was standing there by her table looking down at her sheet of notes that he came behind her and hugged her like of those you see in asian dramas. He held her long, he felt her heartbeat. He waited, he waited for an answer, a comment. She kept quiet, she didn't say a thing. He held her longer, he didn't know what else to do or say.

She was always romantic , she was always sweet, but he had held her for so long and she hasn't said anything yet. It was time to loosen his grip, he thought of plenty to say, he didn't know what. Shoud he start with " I love you ? " he wondered as his already racing pulse quicken. Even before he could decide she finally said " You held me for 45 minutes, and hugs are by the minute, so that costs about 450 dollars please. I'll give you a 30% discount because i haven't showered, "

He couldn't help it. He felt mad. He thought it was a romantic moment to be. He opened her room door and paced out. She ran after him, grabbed him by his hand, his palm.

" Wait," she said.

He turned to look at her. " Let's go back in, " she said. She didn't want her housemates to dig out another scandal. They were in, alone together again. It was quiet. She didn't know what to say, should she kiss him ? She didn't know what to do. As how she was before.

Here're my pretty hectic nights in the engi labs during exam period ;

I was a walkin' to the ladies;
and there i met an acquintance,
he jokingly said " What're you doing here? go home and sleep ! "
And i replied " You too ! "
and he said , " I can't ! "
same goes, same goes.

And i kept on walkig to the ladies ,
and there i met another acquintance ,
and he asked " How're you ? "
and i went " Stressed" with a small smile
and he said " You'll do fine , "
and i said " You too, "
and he went " I hope,"
and we said all these without even slowing our steps.

I was pretty stressed out, nothing was goin in and time was runnin out, i can't waste time, i won't go out to purhase food , diet tummy, it's war ! and a very nice young guy got pizza for me. I looked up to him saying, " oh no, it's ok , " and he says " oh no, my friend was working there, i just asked for two pizzas, " It was so sweet, i was grateful.

I've met a new acquintance. He's a brave one.  Once upon a time, in the engineering building, he met this hot chick and he braved up and went up to talk to her. Not long after he asked her out , as in on a date. Was declined. He persevered, he asked for her number, she did not give. All he had was her email. Anyway, time passed and he took  most of his chances when he saw her. She was in her final year, our exam period is one of her last weeks here before she graduates for good, meaning he can't coincidentally bump into her anymore. So being more determined during the exam weeks, more consistent, and she being even more busy in her studies , did not give him as much of her attention as he wanted. So he wrote her an email, telling her that she was being rude. And at 11pm when i was studying with the computer next to him, he cried a cry of joy ! saying " She replied my mail !!! And she apologised !!!" And he continued " Do you know how hard it is to make a girl apologise ??????? " And he was so happy. And he repeated that sentence over and over again. To reinforce his statement , he asked me " Will you ever apologise ? " and i answered him with a pretty blunt " no" but i added " It's way better than boys, they just apologise and repeat their fault again. It's better to not apologise at all. " He laughed and said " no " and continued being happy for corresponding with his hot chick.

Another script.

I think i might be falling for a guy who has a whole collection of my ugly photos and who keeps commenting on hot girls' pictures on facebook. Oh the irony. I looked for any of my pictures which i might look hot in, oh i do have some, but they're still out of the league of the pictures of those authentic hot girls.  

Another script.

" Oh, i feel my inner thigh vibrating, is there a message coming through, oh no it's actually my hungry stomach calling for its food....." sang the young girl in an unbeknown tune.

Exam week is just around the corner. The guy accompanying her, cocked an eyebrow to her.

 " What the F**k was that ? " he asked in the most demeaning manner with an impatient expression.

" Awww... cummon.... are you that stressed  ?" She playfully punched his arm.

"Are you that hungry ?" he asked her quite impatiently again.

"NO! " she said angrily and turned back to her books. A frown clearly seen on her temple.

She went to this website:

http://titanplanet.net/japan_homestay.htm

" What are you doing ? " exclaimed the guy.

" You're supposed to concentrate on your work. " he continued.

She conveniently ignored him, and her look looks as if she was stucking up her nose on him.

" Why are you ignoring me now ? " he glared at her and asked.

"Practicing tough love. " she replied.

" Whatever," he went back to his work.

She went back to hers after some time. An hour or so passed by. She became restless and tired. Pushing her fringe up and ruffling them repeatedly. She turned to the guy next to her. " I can't do this, i'm too tired, " she whined at him.

She started her sing song way again " To the left , to the left, everything i own is in the boy to the left..... " and nudging him.

" Don't give up. Don't give excuses ! Continue on your effort! " he replied sternly.

"I can't, " she continued to whine.

" Then I won't see you next semester. You'll be here re doing what you've done this semester , all because you decided not to concentrate and work that tad bit harder now. "

She looked at him, with a hurt and flabbergasted expression .

" How can you say that ? "

" I'm just practicing tough love" he replied.

" I didn't hurt you that much when i practiced tough love on you, " she replied and turned away.

" Oh , or so you thought, i can't concentrate for the past hour . damn it. I'll be with you the next semester if we keep on being like this. "  he said, sounding even more harsh and impatient.

She didn't reply. Just smile, and tugged her hair behind ear and continued reading.

Another script.

They were having their usual catch up , after a long week of tiring work, it was time to go to a lavish restaurant,  and just chat up, guiltily paying a big chunk of cash for fine dining. In their small group all were contentedly attacthed except for one. The last one standing was pitched the many questions such ah, " Why do you still not have a boyfriend ? "

" What are your criterias? "

" Doesn't Aiden like you ? He asked you out. Why did you turn him down? "

" Wait, not only Aiden, there's the other guy, Josh, he asked you out too , didn't he ?"

It's not like she hasn't heard of them before. They've been asked many a times. As how she always joked them off, this time she decided to give a more honest answer. She paused for awhile, to ponder on a good way of describing. She turned to her friend " You know how i play the piano , and you mentioned, oh if i were a guy, i would fall for you . And i told you that i'd liked that. But what i really want in a guy is that he's the one that went through the practices with. He would sit thourgh and patient out on all the wrong notes i played while practicing and  with a whole hour of hearing that same song going through renditions of different mistakes made, and still fall for me in that final perfectly played song. And if someone doesn't love you, he'll probably be damn bored of that tune you've played over and over again . And you guys know you've found that counterpart, haven't you ? "

They all gave her an understanding look. And changed the topic for the night. How hard is it to find someone when all your friends have already found one.