
It's almost two in the morning on Chinese New Year's Day and I'm still awake.
My body's aching all over like a bitch.
I can't sleep because of too much caffeine.
My mind's whirling over that 4-hour conversation I had with a friend over dim sum dinner in Chinatown.
But despite that, I'm still hungry.
I've turned down, for the upteenth time, invites from friends to go out for drinks. (what the hell is wrong with me??)
My thoughts keep going back to him. Where is he now? What's he doing? When is he coming back? Why hasn't he called me?
...Stupid, stupid me. When will I ever learn??
With a stroke of inspiration, I decided to rephrase a poem from one of my all-time favorite chick flicks.
10 Things I hate about You:
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive your car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb ratty chucks
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.
*** i hope nobody sues me
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.