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Once a month, I turn into this 2-eyed bitchy-as-hell monster who tries to bite everyone's head off for turning the tv volume too loud, or for waking me up too early,

It's the time of month when I wish I was born a man.

Do not mess with me for the next 3 days.

I'm irritable.

I am fury herself.

So keep your mouth shut and your nasty opinions to yourself.

What I need are hugs. Lots of it.

Comments

Quentin said…
here. lemme give you a hug sweetie.

*pillow-warm hug*
12:14 PM, December 28, 2005
b3Rn1cE said…
could we get away with murder with "hormonal imbalance..."?
4:52 PM, December 28, 2005
Anonymous said…
*hugs*

feel better, ate sofia. :)
10:34 PM, December 28, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@quentino: *sigh* Hope you have a great 2006 =)

@jababes: Tanong ko din yun eh. Argh. :lol:

@mitch: i will after a few days...

thank you for the hug, folks! keep 'em coming! hehe.
1:21 AM, December 29, 2005
Anonymous said…
*HUGS*

i so know how you feel. i do my little jekyll-to-hyde transformation every 4 weeks or so, too. :)
10:07 AM, December 29, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@cupcake k: ehehe. my officemates are like offering me chocolates before they talk to me. :lol:

thanks, k!
2:35 PM, December 29, 2005
Anonymous said…
happy new year...cheers!

love & peace,
mr pogi
11:20 PM, December 29, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@mr pogi: back to being anonymous, eh? Not blogging anymore? :p hehe.
1:45 AM, December 30, 2005
Anonymous said…
nahhh...not anymore! ok na sa akin pa minsan minsan watching from the sideline. i still check ur site every now & then. miss ko rin yang pagiging "beach" mo :-)....mr pogi pa rin!
6:01 AM, December 30, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@mr pogi: Of course, I'll always be a beach to you ;) Happy New Year!
1:05 PM, December 30, 2005
Anonymous said…
happy new year "beach" sino ka date mo sa eve! --mr pogi pa rin!
11:05 PM, December 30, 2005
... beachfreak said…
@mr pogi None. No date. Wait for my next entry... you'll enjoy it...
12:20 AM, December 31, 2005
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