Being Neither Aja Nor Frou Frou

Very honoured to be asked to guest blog

and being part of the most popular blog-site

(only because silly cow-ja commented that I don't).

But really.. What the hell am I suppose to write about???

Since it is my first time in "being Aja",

(doesn't that sound like asthough I just got a guest role

in "being Aja" the sitcom or something?)

I should really start of by saying something nice;

following the tradition of guest-blogging by frou frou.

I am in D-E-N-I-A-L

Doing my

Everyday nonsense in

No life island,

Ipod set to officially missing you (on repeat)

And pretending that Aja is still...

Listening to my non-stop bitching!
I swear, my tongue never gets tired

and Aja is definitely nodding her head to that

with total agreement.. right? right?

And probably saying and laughing at the same time

"Babe... beh sai a neh khuan eh la"
See... even you are agreeing to that now...

I just love to talk, like non-stop!

And I can surely write nonsense mannnnn...

Isn't it evident already????

Again, I swear,

I am the last person in this hightech world

to finally get a cellphone that plays actual tunes..

Or is it real tunes? Whatever they call it...

So now I have an id ringtone assigned

for my girlfriends.

When any of them calls or sms-es,

Mariah would sing!

Oh shiet! Now everyone knows who I am.

So today, as my phone sang

we belong togetherrrrrrrr

and Silly Cow-ja flashing on the screen...

I immediately flipped open my skinny phone

as my tears threatened to fall,

expecting a text that says

"Babe .. I miss you so much... bla bla bla"

But that, obviously, didn't happen.

Instead, the first line reads:

"fuck babe!"

Damn! I miss my silly cow.