Yesterday, I learned that having an under active thyroid is not a good thing especially when you are planning on being pregnant. Since I am still on the fence about having kids, this kinda tips the balance a little bit - maybe I shouldn't. Plus, I'll most likely be on hormones for life. I WONDER IF THAT MEANS MENOPAUSE WILL COME VERY VERY LATE. XD

Everyone needs a lie to believe in.

- the bro

True. I haven't quite found mine though.

- me

I've been trying to put on a positive persona the last couple of weeks and BAM he hits me with this - I am weak.

I cannot access facebook.com whilst in China.

I'm attempting to watch Boys Over Flowers (Korean drama adapted from a Japanese drama apparently) in Chinese. My life is weird.

I think I miss him. I'm stupid, I know.

His smile reached up to his twinkling eyes - and the world stopped.

I officially became a stalker as of 9pm last night. Yes, sir! I know his car and license plate number. Mmhmm! Why was I thinking about Mayama?

Today is officially the last day of vacation. Yeah, yeah, I went to work this week but that didn't really count. I will be joined by hoards upon hoards of working people who are probably not too eager to shake off their vacation reveries. I am not looking forward to the traffic tomorrow morning. Ah well. Here's hoping I get up and leave for work ( Read more... )

Coupled with disheveled hair and half-closed eyes, there was much dread when I met with the weighing scale this morning.

HOWEVER, I seem to have lost weight.

LIES!

The food I ate over the New Year celebration hasn't caught up yet ;D

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ETA: Japan links.

Bestselling DSLRs in Japan
Brad Pitt Japan commercial

I'm at the office for reasons unknown - AKA I have work today and tomorrow) and my head feels funny. I've started reading Murakami's Underground and I looooooooooooooove it ( Read more... )

She sometimes, just sometimes, wonders if everything she holds dear are worth anything.

This morning I woke up the beat of the Macarena in my head, a big red zit on my left cheek and a very sad discussion about my weight with the bathroom scale (or kitchen as that's where it is).

And theeeen, I read this guy's journal. Man. I should donate and forget about my effing zit.