Please forgive her for staring. She does that sometimes. She used to lead a very sheltered life.
My ever-assuming boyfriend to a singer whose voice made up for whatever this singer lacked in appearance, sometime last year (he does that sometimes, apologising on my behalf when there isn’t really anything to be sorry for). My temporary speechless state was a result of being starstruck upon physically meeting Daniel Sahuleka by accident.
“Please forgive my boyfriend, he doesn’t know who you are. He’s not from around here.”
Me, to the singer, fearing he’d be insulted by my boyfriend’s ignorance.
Here I'm talking to myself. To remind myself about things because I'm a forgetting person. I don't give a damn what people think. If you read this and you think this is about you, well, you’re an egocentric brat who thinks the world revolves around you. Either that or you’re right. You think I'm posting rude stuff. Wait till you read the ones I don't post.
