it's time to make babies!!!

good suspense

Nah!

lol we can be bio buddies together.
oxytocin is the hormone that stimulates mammary glands and makes milk.

I video I made out of boredom...
watch out for the tickler hehehe
http://youtube.com/watch?v=csnwqLcNHng

rating/comments are welcome

i am i am... i like "to where you are" the most. i like a lot of his songs from his first album.

stay awake all night so you don't sleep and dream...
or... knock yourself out so you don't remember a thang. :)

it really depends if you like each other or not. my ex is 49 years old, geographical distance kept us a part, not age...

what would want to eat and drink before you die?

i used to like guys with long hair... thought that looked romantic (like Vincent Perez... in you know the French guy) but now i like short neat hair... with short beard or mustache maybe

Put in order according to your preference... :)

look, personality, money, sex

heheh thanks :) wish you the best

hehehe not that i mind :p

no, still can't find it...

nobody wants to be with me...

Ahhhh... that dude was being !@#$^@#$! I am a good girl, can't curse.

Grrrr after one entire day of dress hunting... i finally found a decent prom dress. However! my prom date suddenly told me that he can't make it this saturday...

Anyone wanna be my prom date?

Just dug out one piece of my writings from 4 years ago... I was only 15 without any relationship experience. It's kind of interesting to see my way of seeing love back then. Anyway... I would like to share the story with the people on the forum. Let me know how you think of it. :) Since English isn't my first language... please excuse my grammar.

Everyday I always linger and write in a library where is full of knowledge and wisdom, I am a novelist. I wallow in my own imagination and creation; I especially enjoy describing every character’s expression by written language!

One day in the afternoon, flames of the sunset struck through the windows, sense of peace filled in the air; that was a beautiful day. I hid in the corridor between two shelves as usual, writing and spraying my passion in the library. “Camilla, a girl with shining blond hair and blue eyes as the purest sky. She is sanguine and optimistic. Roses would wither because of her vitality; the moon would be eclipsed because of her beauty. Scent of fragrance encompasses Camilla. She is the most attractive Goddess…” I was portraying the protagonist of my new story. I have drawn thousands of pictures of her in my mind. While the springs of inspirations surrounded me, a heavy sound scattered my attention of writing! A couple of ponderous and tedious historical books fell down on me in succession. Such a pain could not make me refrain from bawling out. I turned around and looked through the interval on the shelter, I could see two big blue eyes… like the purest sky, I moved backward about five steps; the image was even clear… shining blond hair, pinkish cheeks, petite but slim body… Oh my God! Wasn’t she the protagonist of my story? She appeared in my real life now!

“ I am so sorry!” She apologized to me promptly. “Miss Protagonist” toppled those tasteless historical books imprudently when she was trying to get her ideal book, and it caused me to get hit by those fallen books. Perhaps, it was fate that God wanted me to meet her… Camilla.

That was how I know her. We started dating one month later. Her name is Agnes Lee, but I liked to call her Camilla, my most precious protagonist! Camilla enjoyed making me to read my own story to her, she was always curious about what would happen to Camilla next in the plots. In fact, we had a blissful time!

One year later, a famous publisher relished my novel, but it was not complete yet. The company started pushing me to finish the book in a certain time and that stressed me out; in order to finish the book, I could only abandon everything of my life temporarily…including my girlfriend Camilla. I kept writing and writing with pain; ignoring Camilla was the source of pain. I gave her and myself the biggest punishment without any reason. “Which one should I choose, love or fame? The protagonist in my real life, or the one in my fictitious imagination?” That was the question I always asked myself. However, Camilla never knew that I was regarded highly by the publish house. I wanted to surprise Camilla, but it was an absurd idea. Maybe it was the time to terminate our relationship, she broke with me while I finished the last chapter of my book. “The one you love is the “Camilla” of your story, I am only a substitute! Once you end up the story, we would never have any correlation!” she said. Those words are engraved on my mind. I didn’t want to explain anything. “Perhaps she is right!” I told myself. Eventually, the book was published… best-selling one! Our story… I wonder how would Camilla feel as she saw the book in the library that we met for the first time…

i swear i was thinking about something else!