...and then the boat capsized.

Imagine. Valentines Day. The night is clear and you are on a stupid cruise. No, let me rephrase that. You and your lover are dining on the wooden floor, sitting on deck chairs and eating lobster.

Ah, so many mistakes. Cupid struck a wrong bow there.

Let us start again. Yes, my imagination, randomness and me. We are united. We are plural. We are the very air that surrounds your confused self.



Ignore that.


" My dorsal fin is stuck in something, Gahgah. "

" Indeed so, my friend. In fact, you are the cause for many innocent men and women to drown right before our eyes in the middle of no where. Even better, on 14th february. Valentines Day. "

" What is your problem? What right do you have to accuse me of the mere cluster growing around us? They look more like giant fish to me. "

" I have every right. Your dorsal fin somehow impaled itself through the bottom of the ship that was sailing above us not long ago. Obviously water would have come in and filled the boat. "

" Well, it is not my fault that the stupid people could not swim. Or learn to float. "

" They were here to dine and propose or whatever silly things they get up to on Valentines Day, Luah. Not to swim. Obviously you are not aware of what wondrous things do go on during 14th February.... "

" They should have gotten a room on solid ground then! Of all things, how on earth did my fin get stuck into this boat?! `Tis killing me. "

" I don't know. "

" Shuttup and get me out of here. "

" I like you. "

" ....WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? "

" Nothing. "

" I like you too. "

" ....This is stupid. "

" No! You are stupid! Now get me out of here. Without touching me. I hate being touched. "

" What the hell. You're crazy. "




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Okay, whatever happened up there i really don't know. I just read it, and it's so lame. Don't worry.. my english isn't really that bad.. And i hate writing dialogue in stories. Well, never that much. Unless it's really really good dialogue. That insults the other but in a humourous way. Obviously i cannot do that, and i don't intend to either.

Think of moles. Dream of moles. (the err beauty spot kind) . I actually spent ten minutes researching on moles today. Because Mandeeh and i had a sudden fascination about them. Apparently she is attracted to the moles on Mrs Reid's back. How disgusting! But yeah..

DMP will kill me soon. I can't afford to miss that many classes this year. It's getting more serious. Even RE with Judaism and yeah.. One thousand words minimum. On a book. That's just great. Why can't we swap the word limit with DMP's...

Happy Valentines Everyone. Love you all. God bless you. May you not end up swimming for your life.