late night study. playful banter.

How could you copy it? I wrote it. It's mine. Ever heard of original work and copyrights?

Of course, it’s yours. So is everything else that’s mine.

fitness goals. handsome stranger.

I just saved your life, lady.

uh…thanks a lot. thank you so much.

i don’t want a thank you. I could do with a broad smile on your pretty face.

dimly lit cafe. great food.

stop saying that, would you? love doesn’t happen overnight. you’re amazing. we can have fun, sexy time together. just do not expect me to love you.

bright days. disillusionments.

it’s funny to see what experience has done to me. when somebody declares they love me these days, the first impression i have of them is that they must be such a big loser to say that.

new chats. old friends.

so, what’s your sun sign?

i’m a bit of everything, actually. sometimes i mysteriously observe others like a Scorpio; other times i’m annoyingly talkative like a Gemini; on sunday mornings, i feel like a lazy and indecisive Libra;  I've grand Leo-like expectations from romance; and of course, my deepest wish is to travel the world like a Sagittarius.

early morning. shameless flirting.

i read your blog. from where are you getting the inspiration to write all this cheesy stuff these days?

it's funny, you know. how do I reply when the inspiration herself asks me where I got the inspiration from?

long drive. a deep-seated fear.

I’m afraid we’d frizzle out. This is going to end with an explosion, and we will emotionally destroy each other. I am sorry, but I can only imagine a thousand ways in which this is not going to work out.