ayan ka nanaman.

i've been getting this response since last week. i've been rather PMS-y lately... complaining, nitpicking, experiencing extreme moodswings, psychotic outbursts, breathing fire... some of the things that i sincerely don't want to be accustomed to. it's just that these days i've been sensitive about practically everything. just so many things seem to be nakaka-badtrip. the weather, my job, how slow the hours seem to pass, how its not friday yet, how its not saturday yet, how my dog smells funny, how my favorite pair of jeans haven't been washed yet, how i don't have a vacation getaway set, how the sun seems to suddenly have a grudge on me constantly reminding me that he does exist, how i still haven't finished the book that i've been reading when its supposed to be such an easy read, how i lack monetary funds to buy the things i want (not need, want), how tom cruise's wacko-ness drove me to read about scientology and silent birth (i just really found these concepts quite creepy), how i didn't really watch silent hill because tats kept closing my eyes shut because he thinks its too gross for me to see (although i am a bit grateful, because at least i'm able to sleep without nightmares)... things that i shouldn't be nutty about, but am. and quickly realizing that these are shallow things to get hyped up about. shite.

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and now, i'll be posting these photos just because i can. :)