~*now is SO not the time...punk!

I am in pain. Excruciating pain. I curse my womanhood. I do this every month. I am still not use to it even after going through it for the past 15 years. I hate it. Sigh...

OK. on another note. I kinda like him. Kinda. But he's so not my type. He doesn't even make me laugh, much less share the same wavelength. I dunno, but I think about him. I am not sure if he's generally sweet like that or he has the hots for me. I dunno, but he does send out the vibe. Then again, knowing me. It'll not work out. I'll end up plucking his lil heart out, squeeze out every single ounce of life in it and throw it back to him when I am done with it. Ok got carried off abit. Nah...I ain't that bad, but I do know that if he is not my type, chances are, it will fail. If even the fundamental thing with wavelength's not met, what else is there? I've been told palmist and tarotist that I get bored fast. In relationship, I'll always look for ways to get out if the stimulant is not there. No compromise.

Ok, I should know this even without these people telling me, but don't you think it just mystifies the story so much more. Well, at least I thought so. Plus, I am freakin Asian. Superstition drips in every other platelet flowing through my veins. OK. Too far again. I have to come back from these thought, I know, but I am in pain. My thoughts are sporadic, erratic... whatever dic, u name it. Damn…I forgot where I was heading. Let’s see…oh yes, him. Yea. Nope. Time to put some break on the wheel of dreams and fantasies. Roommate says, woo hoo you’re in love. And the more you resist the more you’ll think about him. Well dearest nutcracker head roomie, firstly, I am so not in love! Like duh! Having said that though, point no. 2 might have a tiny truth in it. Ah well…I’ll rather go back to cursing my womanhood.