a very2 bad week and and got sex and the city to end with..

hmm.. 10 hours watching purely Carrie and Mr big got into all the r'ship thingy and somehow, got it all wrong coz Mr big, the 43 year old baby who dont know the word commitment exist in this world, let alone spell it .. and 5 months later, there he was.. with the 'insect stick who have no soul' a.k.a models with big shiny thing at her fingers...

seing this.. just put me off .. not because .. it gonna take another 4 season and all my time that i've to spend with my lovely Guyton and Moore, for mr Big to realise that he belongs to Carrie and Carrie to mr Big, not with the Russian-lover, who seems possesive (means : i dont care if u like it or not, as long as i get what i want in my life)

well, that's what guy always do..

The truth is rarely pure and never simple

Oscar Wilde,
The Importance of Being Earnest, 1895, Act I

♥ ♥ ♥ aJLa I'm no angel.. and i manage to remain alive in my own quirky way

"Look at the stars, and not the reflection of the moon."

*having my wickest dream come true *hint* dvz *hint*
*not to kill anyone as a doctor
*a person who can swept me off my feet