the myths of life

...yippee yi yay!!!!!!...just wanted to get that off my ample chest (nicknamed "breasty" by those who like to distinguish anne and i from those who are perhaps not so ample)...anyhoo i have learnt 3 myths...

1. in order to be happy you need to be married
2. in order for a woman to be happy she needs a guy
3. you need to be in a relationship to be happy

and according to some life philosophy professor guy in Texas...all those myths are wrong...good thing i didn't pay US$20 to hear that from him...better spent on something useful in life i say...like food...so all this time that anne and i have been talking about how we value (perhaps sometimes too much as well) our independence, it turns out that we're right all along and it didn't cost us anything cos we're both cheap and discuss these topics over 'yes' time, calling every 20min intervals.

so to debunk it here's the truth behind those theories...

1. can't exactly remember the precise words of oh wise Texan dude so here's my motto..good food, good friends what more could you ask for??
2. oh how wrong this theory turned out to be...turns out that life is indeed more dangerous for single men than for single woman...single men experience shorter life span, prone to more deadly diseases, have more accidents, and get fat.
3. nope, turns out it's more of the case of happy life = happy relationship...you need to be happy being single in order to be happy being in a relationship

okay now guys...you all owe me US$20...

Quote No. 16 - in reference to anne and i cooking a self-saucing chocolate pudding for dessert

• Amy - "THAT'S JUST NASTY" (and she didn't mean it in a good way too!)

Helga's thought of the day - when one COULD BE lingering on the cusp of another's larger boob size, one can either stay in denial or do excercise to reduce it back to more acceptable range. one has chosen excercise...denial was fun for a while till reality set in.

Helga's true friends wisdom - one truly is a true friend when despite starving to death, one does not complain about having to endlessly look and compare one's ass in different pants when shopping with a fussy clothes shopping friend.

Helga singing out *YODALADIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
P.S I LOVE LONG POSTS....THAT MAKE NO SENSE