Crazy Magnet

I think I've always been surrounded by cuckoos. I was once named the "crazy magnet" by Chee Wah some years ago, because I used to attract crazy guys, I mean, really crazy crazy, mentally crazy. Other than that, I've got heaps of crazy friends around, myself is one of the few who suffers from the Hainanese Wind Disease, despite being a pure Cantonese.

Recently a few men around me have been acting a little weirdly at the same time. First the Swiss, who hasn't contacted me for the longest time had sent me a text last week. I replied after two days when I finally realized there's a text on that other phone. We 'agreed' on catching up when I return, the keyword here is 'agreed', it means it might not happen because we've agreed on another thousands of things that are not realized.

What's more bizarre is that the Bacon-Tomato called me from Melbourne. Note: it was a call not a text. He was apparently thinking of me while he was chilling at his balcony, bwahahah... that's a joke, too funny. Well, I guess he was being frank, yeah, he was thinking of me, of why I'm not head over heels for him. Do I need to say more, that's because he's a fucktard! I like him and I despise him at the same time, hm... mix feeling, muahahah...

Oh my, I'm too sleepy to even allow my fingers to tell you more stories. Must be my lavendar bath that I had just gotten out of. I shall not miss my bed time. To be continued...