I don't know why, but I am always thinking about food (other than hot hunky cute guys).
Am I overly too stress-out ? No, not really as I am in control of my work in the office.
OMG, I am slowly turning into a big-fat-fab-gay guy ?
What about what's inside, as in your emotions ? Sometimes, I admit that I am a little down but then again, I am cheerful most of the time. As much as I am being perceived as a cold dull person (appearance wise), my sense of humour is what keeping my blood warm inside. I find ways to make myself laugh.
Gosh, I am substituting love making with food. That's an obvious sign isn't it ?
When you are not hungry, you still think about it. Food, I mean and I am badly missing the late night supper session.
Slurp ! Slurp ! Yummy.
Maybe I just need to get myself a boyfriend right now.
Whatever it is, I am going to smile/laugh at least once a day. It's a therapy that I must commit, in order to live a happier life.
Can I just sing this song to my mama ? And it shall conclude the super random and making-no-sense update. Hehe...