in less than a week i’ve turned from the most manly female friend the msian can ever have into a clingy, whinny, temperamental cow, something like a chao gu niang experiencing PMS. it’s driving me crazy too, cos i have this weird habit of forcing myself to behave like how i usually do despite the internal turmoils. the mood swings are killing me, really.

i need plenty of me-time and coffee sessions to think and break away from the whirlpool. fact is, i only have 3.5 hours to myself and it’s constantly interrupted by demanding shoppers who want to know why the redemption booth isn’t open throughout the day.

even during the 4 hours when the booth is opened, i feel like snapping at the customers and go, “go away, don’t disturb me just for the sake of redeeming that bloody notebook!” fortunately there’s only one and a half weeks to go before the christmas redemption ends.

i don’t know. too many complicated things to explain.

maybe it’s just me making every single thing complicated. just like how i’m torn between chopping my hair off to return to longer spikes or to retain this straight-bangs hairstyle.

sometimes i wish i lead a boring life and with no difficult choices to make.