A word of warning! But thank god I’m not the clingy type, or else I’d be that kind of girl who can’t even wait for the weekend to see her boyfriend. Mwehehe.

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My next post will be my weekend at Sagada! But I have to find my USB connector first.

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I wonder what it means.

Leaving this here because I forgot to write it in my dream journal this morning.

It’s that time of the month again, and though I do appreciate that I do not often experience the more physically painful things that most girls have, I do have a much worse predicament. That is, my mood is undefinable. You could say that I was feeling like I was not in the mood for anything.

I had my day all sorted out:

1. Work on studies for this side project I should already be working on, and;
2. Research and draw for another project that Cassie, Tamy and I have been discussing over the past few weekends.

And just like that, cliche and whiney as I may sound, PMS ruined that plan for me.

Aside from the lack of mood for anything, there was another thing I strongly disliked about lady problems. That is, I get over-emotional. I feel too much, think too much, and end up crying. Too much. The ugly kind of crying, if I may add.

I can’t help it if the hormones are acting up! To this, I can only say, “Le fu.”

Well… If I should look at this from a glass-half-full type of perspective, I guess on days that the red painters aren’t visiting, at least I am generally a happy kind of girl…. Or aren’t I? Haha. Just messing with ya. Of course I am. :)

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On an unrelated note, it’s been almost one full year since I last went to Hong Kong. I suddenly just remembered this one time when we were walking towards Nathan Rd., and suddenly this Indian guy in a suit who was handing out flyers chatted us up a bit, and told me I had a pretty Indian smile.

Silly man, photobombing us like that. Thank you for the compliment! (though I have no idea what to make of the “Indian smile” bit. Do they have a particular way of smiling? Bobbing the head side-to-side, maybe?)

Sometimes I forget my mom is friends with my closest friends, on Facebook. Her notifications often startle me.

Seriously one of the cleverest things I’ve ever heard. Allusions in the form of music. Can you see the witty irony of using passwords to get into his girlfriend’s email, only to discover that *ding!* the correct password is “Anthony”, the new guy in her life?

Bang! Heartbreak.

The Ben Folds + Nick Hornby tandem is just pure genius. Make more music, please.

Gretch went over to my office desk to give me this:

I never truly appreciated the quickness of data transmission through digital means, until now. Swiss Miss is all I needed to prove me wrong. Ba-beym!