Hips Do Lie

Some blogs are just not meant to be read.

They post pictures that saddens you and forms that

huge lump in your throat and makes you wonder;

Am I that slow?

Why she so liddat? (Why is she behaving that way?)

Is it any wonder I'm tired?

Is it any wonder that I feel uptight;

It's relatively fun to have a target in school.

Cuz' you'll be hunting for her every break and recess;

after dismissal; whilst walking through the corridors to

your next class.

Your friends or "friends" will help you to hunt.

Social bonding I'd say.

Then when the target comes within close proximity or

is spotted, boy dont their mouths shoot on sight.

Bottom line, it is fun being single.

Getting tongue-tied, lip-locked, jelly legs when the target

comes up to you and says Hi or smiles or shows you the

middle finger.

Furthermore, you can have as many targets as you want.

You can come up with nicknames, codewords or derogatory

terms to refer to them.

But of course for sucha joy to be spoilt by pictures from blogs

is extremely disheartening.

A picture speaks a thousand words;

It also draws a thousand tears ;(