Jacify My Statement.

You know what it means to be wild?
I have no idea to that questions.

However, the sound of the word itself, already made my blood gushes right up to my brain and for an instance, I had a burst of high.

My body craves for that type of endorphin but my logics stops me. Is as if I am battling with my alter ego. Whenever I stood up the podium and some random cute guy grabbed me by my waist, half of me shouts," COME ON, GIRL. HE IS A FUCKING HOTTIE," while another screams," CHEAP! COME ON, YOU ARE NOT THAT TYPE." Altogether, the nun in me won.

Yes, I know club guys are shit. Come on, even if it comes to uni or cafe or any shit decent place, I can't seem to take myself be enticed by the guys. I can't read their signs of interest at all. Kim, a friend at work, was joshing at me that Mitch was hitting on me.

Come on lar, pls.... for god sake. He just asked me what am I going to do today and he was telling me some idiot made remarks that I have a kid or something. Made me fucking mad only lor. Yah, literally hitting me.
I laughed about it and walked off.

Alright, the issue here is, I can't seem to let go of "myself". I am fully aware what those men want and how dick head they can be. Is just that, I don't allow myself to jump into any situation or allow them any chance to express their interest.

Let's just say, bad habits are hard to die.