just minishorts.

Today is Friday. I went to work. And then I had a REALLY BAD DAY. First of all, I was rushing to get things done before the meeting at 3. And then there was this terrible pounding headache. I think the overdose of sencha the night before made things worse.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. I went to work. And then I had a TERRIBLY HORRIBLE DAY. First of all, my boss sounded me into the room and gave me the scolding of a lifetime for my lack of timeliness in my titles' progress. And then when I got back to my seat there were swamps of e-mails for me to attend to. Almost burst out in tears.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. I did not go to work because of an MC. I had a terrible pounding headache and Mum brought me to the doctors. It's true. It's been confirmed. I need to get my tonsils taken out. I'm terrified of surgery. I hate syringes and needles.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. I was on the way to work when my car froze. I mean, it FROZE. Then the alarm went on and off. Yeah. The battery's dead. This was in the middle of a really busy office jam. I felt like a real idiot when a dirty-looking lorry driver stuck his finger out at me and swore at me. And vulnerable. Nearing tears. Luckily a nice person passed by and helped me charge the car up again. We went out to dinner tonight and it was really interesting. This could be the start of a beautiful friendship.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. I overslept. Didn't go to work. I am so dead. I'm going to be sacked.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. I'm frustrated, tired and sick. I vomitted several times, akin to the way I always do whenever I'm depressed, and when I can't find a way out. No I'm not a cat. I'm human. I'm female. I crave the very basic things that a girl wants. Care. Concern. Sincerity. Effort. I've looked at the phone, every quarter-of-an-hour, wondering when it will ring. I've looked at the time and watched the hours past. In the middle of my project presentation to the guidebook author, a phonecall disrupts my conversation. My heart sank when I realised it was a call for her, not me.

But someone doesn't know.

Today is Friday. There's another 29 minutes to Saturday. I've decided that calling won't be enough.

But someone doesn't know.

Ideally,

He should be tall, dashing and handsome. Opens the car door. Pays for meals. Buys sparkly gifts. Calls you at the right moment. Gives you gifts on important days: Valentines, Christmas, Anniversaries (First Kiss, First Time Holding Hands, First Date, First bla-bla), Birthdays… . A swimmer's physique, dimples, glasses (minishorts likes men with glasses?more intellectual looking-mah). Calls you at night to make sure you're okay. Or if you're lucky, drops by at night to tuck you into bed and provides that essential kiss on the forehead.

Foregoing all of the above, even more ideally, he ought to be sensitive. It's not that difficult really. Realise that arguments are normal. Not look at other couples for inspiration and role models. Not get agitated when opinions clash. Accept that 'to each his own' is an important attitude to employ within a relationship. Realise that co-existence means making efforts to understand that every individual is different, and that when you get hurt, she gets hurt too.

Ideally-lah. So far there's no ideal guy. As for women, our hands are probably raised up, flailing and … yeah you know. Every human being is a dreamer. That very nature of ours, to dream, is embedded so far in… you can't help it really.

I've got an overdose of Green Tea. I drank Green Tea in the morning, and then Green Tea during lunch while I was finalizing that idiotic commissioning letter, and then during my Sushi King do I had countless cups of more sencha. That's why I can't sleep.

But the other reason is of course you-know-what. I meant, you-don't-know-what.

I'm just wondering how long will this last.