Since i-don’t-know-when had i associated the word ‘cute’ with poodles. It’s just one of the many cuckoo (the word ‘cuckoo’ courtesy of Andy) stuffs that pops up in my mind whenever i hear that particular word since… uhm… forever.

I am 167cm tall 55kg fat. I am a 25 year old whale of an ogress. I am not cute. Not even anything close. I don’t want to be cute. I prefer more to the likes of sophisticated, vogue, smart, feminine, classy and elegant. But alas i am not all of those so i will settle for adorable if nothing else. Anything but cute.

(Err… I might be subconsciously jealous of all the cute girls out there… coz i was never cute in my life… whatever… i don’t know)

I’d rather be this
 

My old flame – Mr.Goldeneye
 

or this
 

Forever my true love – Mr. Bernie
 

but i’d much prefer to be this
 

My new found love… Mr.Towels
 

than this!
 

Say no to poodle!
 

Somehow the fact that this post makes no sense at all now that i’m done is annoying me like crazy.