- Joyce Cooper represents someone.
- Joyce Cooper is made believe.
- What STANDS FOR Joyce Cooper is Not Joyce Cooper.
- Joyce Cooper is Sweet-bitter.
- Joyce Cooper makes me feel like Shit. but honestly, she's nice.
- Joyce Cooper provides me experience.
- I love Joyce Cooper.
This is a post on my friend, Joyce Cooper. take time to know her, she bites, but let me intro her to you.
(ps: SO HELP ME, this is the last time, she is Not beth cooper from that show that's supposed to be M18, but poorly modified into a PG show.)
Joyce Cooper made me realise one thing. she taught me that:
Me: Joyce, i think every girl is the same. somehow, i see every girl as having the same interests, the same personality sometimes. just like Her, sometimes i see a similar action/personality/character between you and Her. Srsly.
Joyce: Loysius,loysius,loysius, tsk. thats a misconception. NO GIRL was ever the same.they're all different. IF every girl was the same, you would never had used Her, that special one, as a subject of comparison & you wouldn't be thinking abt her everytime you see a similarity. But we girls all EXPECT the same. Your misconception has made you view her wrongly. remember, she is NOT the same even if it seems that she is.
Me: woah, Joyce, that was quite chim. but i think... i got it. :D
Joyce: -.- you're even more long winded when you say stuffs lah, explaining everything in detail when it's like DUH?!
Me: shucks. :X
Joyce will continue to be mentioned anytime in my posts. she's great.
Joyce has changed alot. she was such an adorable girl before. so innocent, so pure. I seemed to dominate in some ways before & i think i did not cherish her previous form. & now, She's a changed lady. Now she seems to dominate me.I'm a wasted, pessimistic guy still stuck in the past wishing she would be the old Joyce Cooper again.
2 months plus. Just that. everything changed. Come back, J.
Well, all i can do is just support her as much as i can, as a friend. but it's torturing.
I feel like the rabbit. i want something so much, but 'four or more things' seems to be blocking me. just like the iron bars of the cage. i tried my best to reach through the gaps. i prayed for God to break these 'bars' and release me from it, but it's two different things. two different believers. two different worlds. so God couldn't help much. even though i'm broken out of the cage, and i reached my target- the thing of my most desire, having it means i will have to sacrifice myself, to be poisoned for a lifetime if i am with that 'Carrot.'
another version of this will be out soon, and maybe it'll be easier to understand and probably more 'singaporean-reader-friendly'. hope you will stay tune to my updates.
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