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i am not a huggy person. i give hugs rarely. and only to the best people.
i love big dogs.
i can be a morning person, if need be. if not, i am very cranky.
i am not very fond of balloons. nor clowns.
i hate small talk.
i chew the tip of my straws if and when i use them.
i enjoy 'fake' strawberries.
i'm very good at licking ice cream, but bad at biting burgers.
i love my stapler.
you'll know it when i don't hear you when i smile a lot.
i am the most un-romantic person i know.
contrary to popular belief, i do cry easily.
i bite.

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Saturday, September 23, 2006
Finally

Another post. Finally.

So another week has passed. I survived through taking three exams. I passed one. And now two results to go. When will this torture end? I hardly get any sleep. I mean, I sleep at 5 in the morning! My seatmate asks me how I can still stand up and keep my eyes open. How? I don't know. Wait. My brain is processing. My neurons are dying. I can't think! What the...

How many exams more to go? Infinity. Doi. What the hell is happening to my sentences? I can't even stay awake enough to write a decent post. Screw this.

Well, to move on to more superficial matters...


I hate people who extend their borders. I hate their invading me. I just can't stand it. But of course, for the sake of that crap called courtesy, I don't say anything. To what am I referring to?
People, who take my arm rest as their own, that's what.

Why do these people feel the need to extend their wings like friggin' insects (which causes great irritation/inconvenience on my part)? I don't know. Maybe they feel that they don't have enough space for their gigantic egos. So instead of being contented with their own work space, they take mine. How elaborate can I get?

Words for the dull: Stop putting your things/elbow on my chair! How rude is that? If you feel that you lack space, then out your things in your bag or put them on the floor! Not on my chair! I even feel the need for extra space because we get so cramped, but you don't see my putting parts of my anatomy in YOUR area. I respect it. It's yours. But please have a little respect for MY own space. Or don't you know the ABCs of courtesy?

Aside from putting things (be it animate or otherwise) on my chair, stop stepping on my bag! What is with these people?!