Get in your pants

You know how people would always warn the girls about guys who only want to 'get in your pants'?

Well guess what. It's no easy feat getting into girl pants!

Oh yes, I am absolutely, positively certain about that!

Heck, I can't even get into MY own pants!

Unless of course, that guy is a scrawny piece of a skinny arse.

Wait a minute.. actually my pants aren't even that small..
And already I can't fit into them.



Exercise... Yes. I needs do it.

Jane Eyre

Mr Rochester: Do you think me handsome, Jane? 

Jane: No, sir.

Mr Rochester: *laughs* Look carefully.

If I were to tell you that I'm worth £20,000, surely the light from the fire would soften my features.

Do I not seem to you now the very model of a fashionable man? 

Jane: I do not think there's anything in science that will allow that, sir.

I spoke hastily, sir, I did not mean that I find you repellent.

What I meant is that it is the character inside that determines a person, not the outer shell.

Mr Rochester: Take care, Jane.

Don't look too closely inside of me.

You might not find anything within at all beautiful .

And then where would we be?

In each other's arms of course!

Heh.

*swoons* what a bittersweet love story.

Gets me every time.

I've been...

I've been running.

To the loo.

I've been missing.

The rush hour train rides packed to the brim with a sea of deadpan faces.

I've been sleeping.

A lot lesser than I am supposed to.

I've been growing.

More flabs than I ever had.

I've been looking.

At the person in the mirror with acnes that look alive.

I've been watching.

Period dramas and Chinese singing shows.

 Heh. 'nuff said.