Orangeville is a lovely place if you happen to be a bedridden deaf mute. Their streets are the sole preserve of troglodytes whose regards for subtlety and variation is comparable to a pigs passion for the slaughterhouse, their homes are the homely equivalent of a prolonged bowl movement followed by an unexpected absence of toilet paper. Incase I haven’t made myself clear: I thought I'd be in Hollywood by now.

1. noun. It is the sudden feeling of an inexplicable joy one gets when something romantic or idealistic occurs.

When kilig, one may experience the following:

*butterflies in one's stomach
*heart melting
*shivers down one's spine
*irrepressible noises from one's mouth
*uncontrollable smiling
*an inner conflict between hope of something wished for and reality

Kilig may also be defined as that mountain top, floating, on cloud nine, invincible, i-could-keep-smiling, heart aching goodness and feeling which overpowers the mind's ability to think straight, act straight, breathe properly and articulate thoughts into a single comprehensible sentence.