my desk's at its tidiest in weeks.
if after reading the above you'd think i've been a muggertoad, you better shoot yourself.
in ankh's dictionary, a messy desk = a lazy ankh.
so there you have it, i've been a slackertoad for weeks.

when you're irritable, you just want to blame it on anything that comes along.
the weather, PMS, my unsuspecting parents... the list goes on.
i think everyone hates me when i'm like that.
i ignore all forms of communication, do what i like on a whim, finds fault with absolutely anything.
my mum has to be the most patient person in the world to tolerate such atrocity.
that's why i love her so much.

to be honest, i don't know whether i hope to have a boyfriend.
with the overwhelming number of sappy, lovey-dovey tv shows and the shojo-lover that i am, i feel sad when the girls get swept off their feets by their mr perfect.
someone to whine to, a pillar of support, a physical companion.
but after being a witness of others' relationships, the truth is that it's not that simple.
plus i never want to become that possessive/demanding/clingy girlfriend. to always think about him, to must have him around all the time.
in that sense, i miss out on other also-very-important aspects of life. those that i used to treasure.
and in the end, would i regret?

gee.
i guess, to me a relationship would be like a birdcage.
i prefer to be a free-spirited bird for now.

to all who's sick, please go see a doctor if you have a fever.
because dengue fever isn't to be taken lightly and this is coming from someone who's experienced it before.

i'm being totally incoherent here. bah.