A BUTTERFLY IN MY STOMACH

"I have a butterfly in my stomach, I feel soooo in love," Jenny told me with her happiest smile ever. "You know that guy named Arthur? He asked me out last nite and finally I could see him from half of meter distance Ah, I can't sleep all nite long."

I thought about something for a while, then looked at her with a shrug. "Good for you, my friend."

Jenny stopped smiling and looked at me with a I-think-you-are-jealous look. "Oh, Kyle...don't be such a python." (She calls everyone annoying a 'python').

I shrugged. "Because it's almost February and every guy just feels insecure without a lover until Val's day, that's why he suddenly asked you out. Warming up you know."

Jenny left me without saying any goodbyes, but I guess I heard her mumble a word python once again.

I only laughed. She's my best friend and what kept us stay best friend is we fight a lot. Best friends love to fight!

Suddenly Pamela came by. "Hi Kyle..you're alone?" her voice as always, flat like a red carpet, and her face never changed. She always looks like questioning something. I guess her surname is Question Mark. She's also one of my best friends, but we don't fight that lot because her face already makes me feel sorry.

I looked around me, there's a little bird eating some seeds on the grass. "Nope, I'm with a little bird. We're hanging out." My words just made her face more into questioning mark expression.

"Kyle, I'm in love?" she said ( or did she ask?)

"Hmm..are you telling me something or are you making a true or false question?" I asked.

Pamela nodded. "I'm telling you something."

I shocked. If Jenny fell in love, that's I will never care because she fell in love every week, but Pamela?

"HOw can???" I almost cried. "Who's the weird guy?" One thing about me I haven't told you, I don't believe in falling in love. Guys are crazy and I don't fall in love with crazy people. I know lot about food, dresses, secret discount sale, or even cars, but love and guys... it stress me out more than Biology final exam!

Pamela started to smile, a flat smile of course. "Do you remember that guy whom you think look like a crying cucumber?"

I thought for a wihle, of course I didn't remember which one. I have put too many curses on guys. The last nickname I made is a guy that looks like a Fishing Boat, but Crying Cucumber I didn't exactly remember "Yes, of course. Who's his name?"

"Greg. He wants to be my boyfriend. Could you believe that?" she asked me. "This is the first I feel a butterfly in my stomach."


Three hours later I was alone in my backyard. I hate this, but I think I have to feel that love and that guy my best friends are crazy about just now. Shit! Should I? I guess yes. Okay, I don't know anything about it, but look like they have something in common. Butterflies in their stomach! So that day I waited patiently for a butterfly flying near me and caught them with a net. I caught one butterfly, then I held its dusty wings. I don't know whether it's right or not, but should I eat the butterfly? I guess yes? And I eat the butterfly until I feel it land on my stomach. Let's see what happens tomorrow... wish me luck, guys...

FOR GOOD LOOKING ONLY

IF YOU ARE UGLY, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS.

IF YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING, PLEASE READ THIS AND LEAVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER.

IF YOU ARE UGLY AND STILL WANT TO READ, I THINK YOU ARE HUMBLE SO PLEASE BE MY FRIEND.

IF YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING AND DON'T WANT TO READ, PLEASE STILL LEAVE YOUR PHONE NUMBER.

(this writing is going to use a lot of repetitive words, so please be prepared for Similar-Words-Hangover you poor reader)

Okay, there's actually nothing anything about ugly victimization here, because being good looking is too easy.

 You're good looking enough with a cool music playlist on your Ipod, you're good looking enough with the right ex in the past that made you even look harder to get, you're good looking enough with the right scent, you're good looking enough with the right logo on your shoes, you're good looking enough with no answer on the phone, you're good looking enough with right hobbies & interests, you're good looking enough with good taste in literature, and you're good looking enough with nice status on your twitter (for 2009-2010 period anyway, in twitter case).

 If you don't have an Ipod, no perfume, cheap logo on your shoes, got no Ex, no hobbies & interests,  hate reading, and.. got no twitter account, then I would say you have to chase some flight to Vatican. 

IF YOU ARE UGLY AND STILL READING THIS, I THINK YOU'RE NOT THAT UGLY.

IF YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING AND STILL READING THIS, THEN I GUESS YOU ARE A NICE GOOD LOOKING PEOPLE WITH A LOT OF SPARE TIME. I LIKE YOU

IF YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING AND ARE NOT READING THIS BECAUSE YOU HAVE CLICKED "X" BUTTON ON MY WINDOW THEN I GUESS YOU ARE GOOD LOOKING BUT SOMEHOW BORING.

IF YOU ARE ACTUALLY GOOD LOOKING AND ARE NOT READING THIS BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE UGLY, THEN I LIKE YOU THE MOST.

BUT ONLY FOR TODAY, FOR EVERYONE WHO READS THIS, PLEASE HEAR THIS: I THINK YOU ARE SOOO GOOD LOOKING!

GO ON... TELL YOUR MOM THAT SOMEBODY FROM A BLOG JUST RANKED YOU A GOOD LOOKING PERSON! 

- YOU'RE WELCOME - 

I Love My Surname Poetry

One day in a poetry class.

Mrs. Humming: Daisy! Your turn. Read us some poetry.

Daisy stood up from her chair and walked forward to face the class. Her big glasses always slid down on her tiny nose. Red freckles all around her apple bones, and clear blue eyeballs fully opened whenever she felt excited. Her medium dark hair, a bit messy like Niagara Waterfalls, covered some right-and-left side of her round face. She's a creature that people won't forget at the first sight. Her names is Bond, Daisy Bond.

Daisy:

"I Love my Surname...." she shouted the poetry's title in full of confidence, made everyone in class sigh boringly. Daisy always came up with idiosyncratic poetry. Everyone hates it,  maybe except for Wek Lee Sung, the Taiwanese boy that had a crush on Daisy, and of course whom Daisy like very much since 2 years ago. Daisy liked Sung first, then 3 days later Sung had the same feeling. He thought Daisy was kinda cute.

And anyways, here goes again Daisy Bond with her poetry.

I love my surname, because people always think I have something in common with Mr. James.
  I love my surname, because I could introduce myself to new people in a cool way like "Hi I'm Bond, Daisy Bond" and they will frown. I love it when people frown at me. 
 I love my surname, because it could make people forget how weird I look.
 I love my surname, because it's not too hard to spell like my friend's surname, Timo Whazklopozcisky.

(there's a sound of Boo from Timo, then Mrs. Humming shhhed him, then turned her head again to Daisy who already knew it would happen somehow. "Go on, Daisy, continue your poetry.")

 I love my surname, because it sounds fine with Daisy.
 I love my surname, because I can have it from the time I was born until I die later someday, while Sean Connery could only have it for 7 episodes.
 But one thing I hate about my surname, it has to go if I marry Wek Lee Sung. 
 Wait! But I kinda like Daisy Sung, because people will think I could sing. So I wish someday my name is Daisy Sung anyway.