Mid-week midnights.

I admit that when it comes to people, I can be rather irrational.

Take my boyfriend, Himself, for example. I wanted to pledge my kidneys to him the moment I saw him in the canteen, many many months after our first introduction (which had no effect on me whatsoever, I forgot all about him 7 seconds later). Silly, I know. I’ll let you in on a secret- I planned our wedding and picked out our honeymoon destinations all within the space of that crucial 20 seconds too. We knew nothing about each other then. It wasn’t the way he looked. It was just some weird attraction that possessed me to DO SOMETHING. I’m glad I did. Though i think i no longer want to marry him now. I'm a realist. But who knows, eh?

And other times, I dislike people for no justifiable reason. I hope to be cured of this, actually.

It may be that mole on their face or the way the tone of their voice make me want to kick the gazoongas out of them. Sometimes it’s the irritating i-think-I’m-hot-and-pretty photos they upload on their blogs. Now, let me clarify- these photos tend to be typically of them, alone, all same poses with their ugly pouts that really does nothing to enhance their already slappable face. But know what? Most of the time, it’s really just the way they roll their eyes. Roll it one more time- I’ll dig my nails into your sockets and play ping pong with those things you used to see the world with, princess.

In general, though? I like people- very much indeed (: Well, at least on the superficial level.