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Ideal Level: Zero

I really wanna write about something, but I don’t know what to write about :( Boo. 

The Labor Day Epiphany

Meet my lovely and unconventional room mate, Pat. 

(Btw, this was her 10 years ago. I chose to upload a photo from her kid days as to protect her identity. I’m a loving room mate. Hoho)

I am giddy with excitement to write about this particular room mate of mine. On this fateful day, she had a life changing event, something that has drastically changed her views on err.. love.

And now, as I am writing about this, she is also giddy with excitement to see what I have to say about her. (not. She’s actually quite scared. “Scared in so many levels” as she puts it. But oh well! I am excited and nothing can stop meeh! So I shall continue writing while I finish the last sagos of my beloved Peppermint Milk Tea from Moonleaf)

This new view came to her in the form of the movie, He’s Just Not That Into You. You see, Pat has (well had) a habit of overanalyzing stuff, more specifically, stuff about  love, relationships, etc. 

For example

Exhibit A. 

Room mate 1: Aaaah! *insert boy name here* gave me food today! 

Pat: Oh my, he LIKES you! :o

Room mate 1: Nooo, he’s just naturally sweet and thoughtful.

Pat: No, I have this theory.. *gives one of her theories*

Room mate 1: *quiet and trying to make sense of the theory given by Pat and is now delusioned by the thought that that guy might like her.

It’s not bad to overanalyze things, but giving false hope to innocent friends isn’t so good either. 

Exhibit B.

Pat’s friend: Pat, *insert guy name here* talked to me today! 

Pat: He probably likes you! :o So you should talk to him more often.

Pat’s friend: Yeah, I think I should. 

Hours later, Pat is told that she has the habit of giving false hope to her friends by making assumptions or connecting the dots that aren’t really there. Pat then realizes that she does do that and immediately remembers the advice she just gave her friend. Pat then gets her cellphone and texts that friend, “*insert friend’s name* ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION!” (which I found really funny)

Now you might start to think that I have no point in writing about Pat, but I do. And here it is.

While Pat and were eating lunch in KFC, we came up with a new theory named “The Labor Day Theory” which basically proposes that every girl should not take a hint. Even though the guy is blatantly doing “damoobs”, girls should never take a hint and never assume things. If he really likes you, he’ll say it verbally. It may take time, but it’s bound to happen. If he likes you, he’s gonna make it happen. And for the rest of our lunch time, we were applying this theory to the experiences of our friends and came up with a conclusion: we should write a book. 

Which is an exciting idea since

(a) I need money 

(b) It will be fun

(c) She needs money

When we arrived back at the dorm, we wrote down the theories we’ve been formulating. And for now, we can only remember 10. :( 

I’m hoping this entry can serve as the first step to writing our soon to be best selling book. We have so many more theories to share with the world, but let’s start with this one for now.

Today is the day Pat turned her back on her fanfic ideas of love and walked toward the more realistic side of love and relationships (but it wouldn’t hurt to stir in some fanfic ideas here and there). Her friends will be glad—all thanks to the Labor Day holiday and Justin Long’s eye-opening movie.

Hi Pat :) I hope you don’t put chili into my milk or something. You know I love you ;) 

PS. This post also serves as my “resurrection” post as I will revive this tumblr of mine. Isn’t life exciting? Hoorah.

And oh yeah, Happy Labor Day folks! 

I’m baaaack! 

… not that anyone cares/will notice.