all you dont want for christmas
it's rui's (i say it like it's tiffany&co's ha) monthly womb auctions, baby.
but that's silly because there's no way anyone would want to buy a womb. i guess people would only want to rent one, you know, to have a surrogate baby, but there would be no way anyone would want to buy one. especially when it comes with cramps like this.
mindfuckingnumbing cramps -
that make you break out in cold sweat even though the aircon's switched off and the windows and doors are slammed shut and you're wearing a pullover. oh but then again, the rain that pours pours and pours may have materially contributed to that cold sweat; i dont know.
i woke up at 7:30am to run. but i got cramps instead. and brilliant plans to go down to starbucks to read with a peppermint mocha frappe (they were out of peppermint yesterday at orchard can you believe it argh) in hand just flew outta the window.
i am such a brat. but i think that even brats deserve to have smses replied to, to acknowledge that there are no plans/no plans will be made so that brats (bratty though they are) don't end up lying in bed left wondering if the conversation has ended. argh but then again, not like plans could have been made anyway, with this godawful cramps that has had her do nothing but lie on her bed the entire day. but! it would have been nice to be acknowledged and have concern shown although admittedly nothing can be done for, according to some website that i was looking through at 8:16am (whilst chatting with mok who was sleepless in italy), menstrual cramps are a symbol of fertility. so yay, i'm very fertile.
(argh alright yes i reckon its time for us to move on to less anatomy-related matters)
so yes i'm very fertile and quite a grumpy half-vegatable who is sick of blog-surfing and researching bangkok hotels. someone suggested i start reading crim muggers. brilliant; maybe the person caught a glimpse of my exam results during the Great Leak on friday night and thought it would be good for me to get more time on crim. oh maybe i should try and watch the oc/prison break/onetreehill/theLword, all of which i've started on and am in the midst of - a demonstration of my fantastic ability to focus on a single task.
so yesterday evening we dropped by stan's place for the annual christmas thingmajig he always has and it was kinda amusing how there was quite a bit of tension in the air, between friends (fine, not quite) and ex-es; how his mom labelled us the ex-girlfriends and how 8 boys refused to let me drive pass and dived/squeezed into the backseat and i drove for like 20 metres before they were all shouting 'stop' and i decided perhaps we wouldnt want anyone to pull a muscle somewhere while they were in those contortionistic positions, haha. but good end to the night ( :
on a closing note. it's kinda amusing how to ask people out these days you've got to consider (1) your schedule (2) her schedule and also (3) your boy's schedule because its affects yours and of course (4) her boy's schedule because it affects her scheduling and consequently, yours. since when did things get so complicated, love; all i want to do is to go out with you.
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