I know I haven’t been updating for more than just awhile, but I’ve been feeling emo for the past few days and if I were to blog on an emo day, it’d be an emo entry. And if I were to blog often while dwelling in emo-ness, my blog will turn into an emo blog. Then slowly people will wish death upon me like how I wished death upon emo people who blog emo entries and turned their blogs into emo blog.

I know that if I were to turn this blog emo, it’s gonna lose faithful readers. Then again, I guess by not updating, people will get sick of visiting as well. Hmm.. I chose the latter because.. it’s a better way to erm, lose readership. HAHAHA.

Anyway I’m no longer as emo, but instead filled with all the irritable feelings in the world.

I never had PMS, but I think I’m having PMS.

What the hell does PMS means anyway? Pre-Menstrual-Syndrome? Post-Menstrual-Syndrome?

I get so easily worked up lately that I raised my voice at a nice colleague the other day. (Then I apologized two seconds later. -_-)

I haven’t met Mr Smelly Lin for more than a week already because he doesn’t wanna meet me, and doesn’t allow me to go meet him.

I THINK HE’S HAVING AN AFFAIR.

He promised to come meet me tomorrow and BRING ME TO KENNY ROGERS TO EAT MACARONI CHEESE.

=D

And I’m writing it here in black and white so he can’t go back on his words.

In fact I already told him I’d break his crutches and stab him with it if he flies my plane again.

BAAAAAHHHHHHHH.

Nothing much happened for the past few weeks that I haven’t been updating anyway.

I have a draft of my family outing at East Coast, but I don’t think I’ll continue with that anymore. Maybe I’ll publish it uncompleted.

Then there was the Halloween party at my place. It wasn’t a FULL DRESS/FULL FACE party, and I wantED to write about it, but after seeing so many steady pom pi pi friends of mine, who have friends who will dress up and paint faces with them on Halloween, on Facebook, I decided not to put myself to shame, and thus not gonna write about it or even post the pictures at all.

Bah.

Wanted to catch a movie with Sister Chair the other day but he’s watched ALL the movies in the world already.

So angry with Smelly Lin cause he flew my plane again today.

FUCK THE WORLD!!!

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I need sex.

Cause intercourse releases endorphins.

And endorphins make people happy.