Crying is not a show of one's weakness. It's an expression.

Why the random topic you may ask? I was just thinking this afternoon that when my parents leave for the pilgrimage this Friday, I would not shed any tears. I have to consistently drill this into my head, "I can't cry because I don't have any tearducts." ~Sandra Bullock, Ms Congeniality 2. Yes, that's right. I would not cry. Or rather, I would try my very best not to cry. Talking about psychology uh..

I think I'm born to watch teevee. I just marathoned through 3 movies today, without inching from the couch. Or rather, I'm a born couch potato. Potash. I went through skating lessons with the 'Ice Princess', learnt how to be armed and look fabulous with 'Ms Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous', and lastly, learnt to be careful in what I wish for in '13 Going On 30'. Absolutely spiffing, I must say. Fabuloso! However, there is some missing element somewhere. A partner couch potato. I desperately need one. So, those of you mammals out there, who think that you are cut out to be my couch potato friend, come and get the application form from MY OFFICE. However, there are REQUIREMENTS. You have to be hyper, yet still able to let me focus on the movie. You must shriek and shout and scream when we're watching horror movies (in other words, no dummies). You must be as active as a munkey jumping and a rabbit swinging, or whatever. I'm too lazy to edit the typos, but yeah, you get my drift. Waste no time, cos then, we're gonna have a super dee duper time on the futon couch, watching movie after movie and not caring about any damn thing except our prayers (I had to add that, cos it's our responsibility as Muslims), haha. :D

So, lastly, I shall see you maybe later, perhaps?