Boys Over Flowers

Yes, I know how ridiculous the title sounds like. And I know a lot of people would be rolling their eyes as they think I'm hooked onto the another version of my most beloved Meteor Garden. But WAIT, I must say, that this version is (dodges all the haters) BETTER.

I mean, the actors can actually act. The clothes actually look expensive. The cars are, whoo-whee, actual racecars. The shoot locations are beyooteeful, believable and exclusive-looking. And the boys...are just gorgeous.

There.

So that's what I'm spending hours tra-la-laing about.

I still wonder how much damage could falling for fictional character do.

Hmm...let's find out, shall we? ;)

Tick-Tock

I feel like a ticking timebomb on countdown, filled to the brim with frustration, just anxiously awaiting and fearing my own explosion.

My chest feels cramped, as though invisible Schwarzenegger arms are squeezing the blood out of my heart, draining my lifeline.

I'm trying so hard to cope. I take deep, slow breaths from the bottom of my lungs, drawing from the bottom of my lungs, hoping this can calm down the almost-irrational fear that's building in me.

I feel like a racecar driver, speeding down the highway past blurred trees, streetlights and buildings and suddenly realizing, the brakes don't work.