Nooooooo =(

What’s it called when you remain mercilessly faithful to entities that happily engage in back-to-back sessions of crushing your hopes, breaking your heart, and then dumping it back to the gutter where it was first found?

Oh, right.

Love.

Stupid girls and our stupid feelings. You can have mine, I don’t want them anymore.

You know what would be amazing? A piece of research that looks into the life of a Javanese slave shipped to Suriname by his Dutch overlords. You cover the history of three continents with that one paper, imagine that!

S: “You should go.”
Me: “I can’t. Girls like me don’t go clubbing, we stay home and knit.”
S: “You knit, really?”
Me: “No.”
S: (Chuckles, takes another swig from bottle of Corona) “You should go. You could turn it into an ethnographic study on the effects of alcohol and bad music on white midwestern males.”
Me: “Can’t I just put on some Britney Spears and watch what happens to you in the next few hours?”
S: “Go.”

“Did you hear, the Energizer bunny got arrested. He was charged with battery.”

Oh man kak* can you imagine when your boobies will sag? Im gonna get me a boobie lift

And this is why I grew up to be “the serious one.”

*Kak = Indonesian for ‘older sister’