I always feel that it really takes a lot for me to snap. I've always been very nice, tolerant and easy-going - At least this is what I think it is. I've spent all my time searching for that someone and falling head over heels in love with the true romantic gentleman. Someone who treats me like a lady, who opens doors for me, who sees me home when he stays at Bedok (in a cab at 3am), who doesn't swear in front of me..But I've always had a taste for the extraordinary - people who are not so popular, well-liked, accepted. I root for the underdog and read between the subtitles. Once bitten, twice shy - why haven't I learnt? What am I trying to prove?

For everything you are not, that's why I'm running away.