i think...

...i need to stop drowning myself with chivas regal,

even though 借酒消愁-ing after losing at mahjong is a valid point.
even though dad wants me to finish up his ancient, keep-for-dunno-how-long hard liquor.
even though i enjoy drinking in my room lit by a couple of candles. how romantic.
even though saturday nights at home are the best times for drinking.
even though i love being half-drunk, love how my head spins, love how i can't stand straight, and love how i actually allow myself to think of him.

i should stop. i don't want to think of him.

riiiiggghhht. lots of hidden meanings. proves how drunk and incapable of thinking straight i am just right now. i hate every 'this time of the month'. i hate feeling emo. i hate the breakouts. period. i vaguely remember a particular conversation with a friend. i think he said whenever i have pms, i behave extra bratty/cranky/hard to handle, or something like that, but yet i don't know it myself. really meh? i know pms is no good reason, but please, if ever it happens again, excuse me. :)

anyway, this is old news, though apparently i just found out today. on one hand i think it's pretty sweet of the guy, but on the other hand, isn't it pressurizing? what if she didn't want to marry him? would she reject him and cause him to be embarrassed, or agree just in order to save him some face? nevertheless, it's sweet. lol. omg if my last day at ntu was one or two days later, i would probably have the chance to hear first hand about it, as the convocation took place right beside the admin building! geez.

on a happier note, 2 more weeks to small bundle of joy. excited!!