Ah...Sweet romances

Before I begin, I woke up with this marked on my forehead - TGIF!
Though my Friday was still quite ZzZ but March is finally about to end!
Long March,we called it!

The thing I dislike about my job/role is the unappreciative parasites!
Just who the fuck they think they are?
Just because your mummy and daddy are rich enough to support you, you are not king.
I hope one fine day when it is your turn to step out to this cruel,realistic world, you will cry your shit out.
To shit with you. Shit!

Period.

Other than that I am quite fine still. (except that I could do with higher pay)
My desire to hit the sale and getting people jobs(especially those higher educated than me) give me the kick!
But again..that is just short term.

How long will I go on and how should I go?
Ah...Never mind.
Life's too painful and short to be bothered with such blah blah issues all the time.

Just get this straight, I am one strong and happy Mich down the streets and am doing better than most!
(Note. That fact or make believe to be fact doesnt keep my eyes open at all times in the office though. My butts are getting sore from sitting 8 hours.)

And then back to sweet romances...

As I watched the 7pm chinese drama, I suddenly get reminded of this.

"Gals do like older guys. Fantasization begins at teen!"

Haha.

Even thinking back, it's never possible for the older guys(and really older)to fall for a teeny,ugly you then.
But the sweet crushes then just feel so sweet now only.

Right now I have no shame to admit that I harbored a reallydeep crush on my Chinese teacher when I was sec 3.
It was so deep and so right that I dont qualify it as just a crush.

Shall not define what kinda style I had when falling in love, it's not that important now.

So right then, I would imagine everything about us finally becoming together.
My teacher shared the exact birth date and month as me.
Such lil' things that we had in common only led me to think that we were meant to be,somehow. Hahaha!

Of cos' there were so many things that I did and we shared as memories.
I am the type that write dairies and now blogging replaced it.

So a portion of my journal was dedicated to him and I still have it.
Sometimes I would dig it up and read.

You know it's over and sweet when you no longer feel the pain you had then.

Of cos my teacher wasnt the only one that is in my big box of memories.
Some...I would just keep and embraced them with good wishes and yesternight tears and smiles.

Whoever appeared in that box should be honored. Ha.

And sweet romances they once were.
Only that they are really beautiful and yet remorseful.

Real romances cant be as beautiful.
But true ones do have a happily ever after, I believe.

=)