Tug. Tag.

I don't really do this tag thingy, but this pretty lady has been very nice to me that I shall now mirror her niceness and—maybe just this once—post this 'ex' Q&A tag. Quite timely, too, if I may kick. Keep blogging, Vannie. :-)

He says...Why did you let me go?

Your brother was squeezing my left hand, so...

He says... Can I win you back?

Auditions are 4-6AM, Thursdays.

He says... But I am very much happy with you back then.

"Was," smart ass, not "am."

He says...I still love you.

Who wouldn't?

He says...When did we last talk?

Ages ago. I said Hi, you said Bye. Wait, that wasn't a conversation...
Waving doesn't count either, no? Hmm...

He says... Can you go out with me?

Sure! I'll bring my hubby.

He says... Hey, can i give you/ask for a ride?

I never refused free cabs./Walking is very healthy.

He says... Were you able to move on?

I'm wearing signature stuff now, am I not?

He says... I regret losing you.

I KNOW.

He says... My parents do not like you.

Mine don't like me either. Haha.

He says... You have changed.

Yes. I have intestines now.