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//15 February 2008 5:43 PM

Love becomes more than a stretched-thin combination of vowels and consonants when it is treated as a verb and lived out.

"I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.” -When Harry Met Sally

Do you realise chick flicks give us girls unrealistic expectations of love? Or do you think we know deep down that those aren’t really true? And if we do know that they aren’t true, why do we devour them like it’s our job? When you satisfy your deep desires with spiritual and emotional junkfood, you lose your appetite for what is real and start to long for the junk itself. And this is a hard habit to break, but I think it does lead to unreal expectations - expectations that are far too low, though I feel the above seems like it's true to some extent. Lol.

Life is too richly complex to spend time comparing ours to others.

So. Anyway. Yesterday was out with Jonathan and we had a great time although we were merely wasting time. I've finished my papers! But I think I'd be taking a supp. paper for my Biology. I met up with him coz I had a lot of time before meeting boyf for lunch (which he didn't make it in the end). We went to and fro Junction8 and AngMoKioHub, met some of his friends and watched Jumper, with me munching on my durian swissroll. I have a craving for it again, urg. We wasted more time after the movie and I went home while he went to the pub with his friends. We also caught up with each other's lives and well, I definately got to know him better.

So there, I've blogged. And might be going down to Zouk later. Missed it.

If you're good, so be it. Just don't put people down. It sucks balls, and people don't look at you the same way any more.