Realising new things and actually forcing yourself to see the light at the end of a tunnel, well, they change a person, turning one into something quite unexplainable, so much so, that even the best people would not figure out who they are anymore.
There was this one time (at band camp) where life turned upside down and I no longer felt that I knew myself anymore, to me I was a mess, a truly indescribable mess of a woman who could not feel the walls of the tunnel or see the light, blindly I stroll along.
Prince Breakfast is never going to marry me, but I know that I want to get a move on and get over him.....he's this narcissistic, self absorbed piece of soft matter who prefers dongs to boobs, so yeah....laugh now, I have liked a gay dude for 10 years.
And NO I am not talking about the gentle voice Orlando Bloom, I'm talking Prince Breakfast. So my New Year's aim (other than losing weight) is to meet him and see the reaction, because well, I need to realise something or else, what is the point of a rollercoaster ride if all you do is ride on a flat horizontal line without hills to climb and valleys to fall into?
Realisation finally hit me and by george I will meet Shaikh M if I have to crawl to NUS. Which I sincerely hope I never have to.
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