These Romantic comedies.

They make me wanna cook a pot of loving relationship so ruthlessly to throttle the deadpan celibacy.

Because it's not THAT easy to hunt down THE ONE during the ocean of stranger.
Hence I was flummoxed and made a dramatic decision that night.

The next morning I woke up early and spruced up myself.
I rubbed the soap vigorously on my skin, hoping every spore will absorb the tinge of fragrance.
Not too soft but not too showy.
I chose the most marvelous shirt I ever had.
Gel my hair.
Cover my acne.
And way before everything I did some push up to obtrude the muscle.
Yes I am that kind of..whatever you call it.

After that I grabbed my books and mp4.
Oh yes bookish and vibrant!
And of course I changed my nerdy specs before leaving the house.

Feeling the morning fresh breeze I told myself nonchalantly:
Everything is just gonna be fine.

I got a table in library and started reading Local Anesthesia.
The Hannah Montana songs were playing in my mp4.
It reminded me of those hilarious scenes of Miley and Jackson.
And Lily and Oliver.
Then I burst into laughter.

Play cool man. Stop smirking!
No gawky ogrish scraggly thing. Not today!
Okay come back come back.
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Then I look at my watch.

Oh man...
I got myself lost in the book for few hours.
And I forgot about my mission completely.
I closed the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.(HAHAHA)

I went back to my room.
And here I am writing down my pathetic pantomime.

It's okay.
Those people in the movies always had 4287650 lovers before THE ONE.
Even Prince Philip also had to killed the Maleficent before he kissed Princess Aurora.

Tomorrow is gonna be a fairy tale.