Now, leave me alone. Thank you :)

My camera might be broken, my DS won't work and my phone service just stopped suddenly 2 days ago. 

These chains of events are driving me over the edge but I've learned to suppress my rage better, it seems, by watching shows after shows and going to social events to take my mind off these unforeseen damages. 

sigh.

what's a girl got to do.

Valentine's over too, by the way.

I still see your face everywhere. I even see your face on the faces of my idols. Isn't that laughable?

It is, isn't it?

What's the right answer?

I don't know which is the better answer.

Us, who can never be. 

Yet the truth is this. It doesn't change. 

I meet you in my dreams still. Am I in yours too?

Fine, whatever.

I'll show you. 

I'll be the victor.

You will bite dust.

but I still wish you to be happy,

and think of me sometime.

Just sometime.

That's not too much to ask for, right?

Tell me the better answer.

I don't know what to make out of this.

(-__-;;)

Recently, I dreamt of him again. In the dream, he told me that he still has feelings for his ex-girlfriend Vera and at that moment, he took out a paperback novel titled Vera. I saw it clearly and forgot the rest of the dream as usual. I only realised the strangeness of the dream after I woke up: I'm pretty certain he doesn't know anyone named Vera. I hate that I dreamt of him because that might mean I miss him deep down in my heart. I don't know. I don't generally like people who can't keep promises (who does?), especially the ones who made promises in return for my help. It's infinitely better to ask for my help and just thank me for it instead of making promises they never deliver. He owes me and I'll hold it against him forever, I guess.

That morning, I downloaded Stanza app onto my iPad and started choosing free ebooks from the recommended sites. One of the most popular titles that came out in various lists was Vera. I forgot the name of the author. Is it Oscar Wilde? I really can't remember. It's written by some dead, highly-regarded name. It spooked me a little to read the title but I downloaded it anyway. I haven't had the heart or mind to read what it's about though. Perhaps it'll bring to light an idea to this open-ended remnants of a ...what? friendship? relationship? We'll see.

doesn't mean I can't cook.

It just means I don't want to cook for you. Capiche?

I wonder what it's like to be a pregnant vegetarian. 

Without meat, what kind of super-nutritious diet would the expectant mother took on to nourish the baby just as well as a normal meat-and-veggie-loving woman?

In any case, would it be better for a female to turn vegetarian after settling down and deciding not to have any more babies?

These questions may sound silly to vegetarians but I take them seriously.