I Need Pills

Both J and God know very well that I am a neat freak .. ignore my messy room .. but when it comes down to it .. i have to have my work organized .. so one of the things i DONT do .. is doodle .. i dont understand it .. why would u do that to yourself? not only do i not doodle .. i will never write secret messages in my notebook .. if i really want to write u something .. i will rip off the last page of the notebook (or if the notebook has sections .. i will make sure i rip off one page of every section before i rip off anymore from the same section)

so today when i was at one of my meetings .. my coworker (yes .. the personal-space-intruder) moved closer to me and wrote on my purposal "at 2:00" ..

i was shocked

HOW DARE U?? at 2:00?? thats what u ruined my clean page for?? thats not even pencil!! thats a pen!! u permanently ruined the purposal for me cuz u wanted to say "at 2:00" ?? u can put up 2 fingers and ill know u mean at 2:00 .. or u can whisper .. 2 .. or u can email me back on my blackberry .. or u can message me .. or u can bbm me .. or u can write on ur f***ing purposal .. why mine?

so i looked at her .. closed my purposal and put it aside (we all know its ruined .. it might as well go into the bin) and said .. O ... K ... thats what i said .. O ... K ... which we all knew was more like .. get the fuzz of my papers!!!

so ive come to the conclusion that i need pills ..

hmphs .. doodling .. so stupid

Inconveniences of a Crowded Drawing Room

First off .. You can call me "H." :) I have always wanted to start a blog .. but really never had the time or patience of updating it .. but one of my weekly rituals has become religiously checking on one of my best friend's (I will probably refer to her constantly as J, iljooj, area-lover, umkisha :p) blogs to see how she's doing in L-town.

There was always something so appealing to me about it. Maybe the whole "Sex and the City"-esque feeling of typing my thoughts to a bunch of people I don't have to see.

One major thing you have to know about me is that I have major issues regarding the invasion of my personal space bubble. Good Lord.

How on Earth are people comfortable with someone standing UNCOMFORTABLY close to them? I was working on one of my many projects in the office and a co-worker of mine wanted to help me by fixing the format. So she leaned in so close behind me that she rested her head on my shoulder and kept grazing her cheek on me.

So it's not like I'm going to raise charges of sexual harassment, but I wanted to yell because she was so close to me. TAKE A STEP BACK!

As you keep reading you will find that I have a lot of issues. But I'm not crazy. Or am I?