sometimes i'm good, but when i'm bad i'm even better.

bad girls. gotta love 'em. chain smoking, bass-playing bad girls. dangling ear rings, chopsticks in their hair. what about those girls who do the booze and walk around wearing those oversized fly shades? yeap. those too.

the same goes for bad boys. a good number of good girls love them. bad boys intrigue good girls...they show them the spice of life, and possibilities. the image of arrogant indulgence, excess...some good girls love that image. the loud confidence. not "cool", mind you...but "bad".

pity that i'll never live up to that, though. i think i fall between a good boy-bad boy range. i'm probably more of a "psychotically timid" type.

what're you? good, bad or just in-between?

only the Sith deal with extremes, eh?

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i'd like to thank the Council for the surprise post-birthday cake...it really did mean a lot. i'm gonna assume that it was another one of carolyn's masterplans (don't hesitate to correct me if i'm wrong). the timing was perfect! but you people are trying to make me fat with all that cake, yea? it's like operation: sexyback is over before it's started.

but in all sincerity, thank you.

speaking of cakes...anyone planning to join the california fitness branch in bangsar village? according to the masterful surprise, the registration fee's waived so we'd only have to pay for the monthly membership. anybody interested?





anybody?




oh, well.