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Mood: very pissed Fact of the day: Santa Claus wasn't wearing red and white clothes till a certain advertisement campaign was run on TV, by a certain soft drink company which wanted it company colours to be etched into the consumers' subconscious. No prizes for guessing which company.... event of the week: Counting down to finals Doom Week, and the holiday Yippee Week after that. I sit here, at the computer, typing out this journal entry not because I don't want to sleep, not because I'm taking a break from late-night studying. Fact is, I do want to sleep, but I can't. I was all nice and cosy in my bed, when my friend came into my room and she started crying. Basically because of a guy. Gosh....even after she left my room, I couldn't sleep anymore. I don't blame her for waking me up, since she was indeed very upset and I wouldn't want to know the next morning that I was sleeping while she's crying, all alone, in her room.
I can't really help her in her relationship problems. In fact, I can't help any of my friends when guys come along to break their hearts. I can't help my friends who pine so hard for guys who don't even notice them. blardy hell, I really can't help any of them, and it is both frustrating and irritating, for me to have to sit through these sessions of counselling my friends, assuring them that maybe the guy does care, or else he's not worth it.
Of course those guys are not worth it. Not worth all those tears and pain. Not to mention all those thoughts and emotions invested into the relationship. So thoughtlessly, they dismiss the girls' feelings as PMS, labeling their tears as a mere tool for attention. I'm so sick and tired of being a member of the more emotionally victimised sex.
I'm prejudiced, I know. I don't care. I'm just tired. At this point in time, when everything distracting me from my work these days are heart affairs-related. Gggrr...guys are nothing but trouble, I swear. Not worth me losing sleep over. Damn it.
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