[An excerpt. On the MSN. Extremely Singaporean.]

u realli not suited for love?
but cant be rite.
i believe all of us are entitled to love.
maybe ur epiphany is not here yet
hv u ever tot what u wan out of love?or a rship in tt sense?

i just want someone whom i can love for the rest of my life.
and who loves me.
is that so hard?
haha

entitled to love, and suited to love, are different.

see? ur desire is so simple mah. like all of us.
but why u make it so difflt?
maybe u cant tell the diffce betwn frenship and love?
u dunno whether its love or frenship u want out of a guy.
any guy tt comes ur way
i noe it sds v cliched
but i still feel the guy for ya, ur BOYFREN shd be s1 who can really make ya heart beat v fast and make ya feel u always wanna be w him
i still thk this kind of rxn cant be ruled out
i know when i'm in love. do you?

no.
i dunno
i think i will just feel very happy with the guy
dunno if that's in love?
dun think so right?

u can feel happy w any guy.
u can feel happy with [Guy 1], [Guy 2], [Guy 3], [Guy 4] etc etc
u also feel happy with the 2 [Guy 5 & 6]* (names have been omitted.)
but can u tell the diffce between all these happinesses?

What's the difference? Is there a need to differentiate these 'happinesses'? To be happy easily--is that concurrently a curse and a blessing?

Love? Friendship? Are the two not inextricably entwined? I want someone whom I can love as a friend, as a lover, as a soulmate, as a spouse, as he who completes me, for the rest of my life.

A boyfriend? That's so dated. Someone who can make my heart turn somersaults? That's overrated. My heart can turn somersaults anytime. Much like how I can laugh at the drop of the hat. I'm easy to please. Anyone can make me happy quite easily. QED.

Blah. Too many toads. Too many, too many toads.

Is love overrated?

Are we supposed to find a toad and make him a prince in due time in our eyes?

Is life too short to mold a toad into a prince, or too short to step on too many toads to find the prince within? Or just too short to trouble ourselves with toads in the first place?

Blah.

To Ben&Jerry's. And my Tragedy essay. Haha.