Recently, I’ve had this habit of smiling while texting. The reactions people give me for doing so are precious. They range from smiling back at me mischievously to giving me exasperated sighs, but never do I get an indifferent reaction. I usually ask them if it’s not acceptable in our society to smile when texting, then follow up with the excuse that it takes less facial muscles to smile than to frown. However, I Googled if that adage is true and found out that it is not. Boo. Now I can’t use that excuse even if people don’t know, because I myself know that it’s not. Crap.

People also keep telling me that I’m blooming, but I don’t know if that’s true. I feel yuckier than ever, however, one thing’s for sure: I do smile more. Last night I had the misfortune of having no seat on the bus. The conductor told me that I could sit near the driver by the door, and I agreed since I don’t want inertia tossing me all around the bus. Plus, sitting beats standing at any time of the day. The conductor asked me if I wanted more air (i.e. he would direct the aircon vent towards me) but I said no, with this really biiiiig smile on my face. He must have been weirded out.(=.= )

I drew this on one of those days.

And no I really didn’t mean the drooling part that much.>:D

I’m catching bipolarity tho. Sometimes everyone should just give me free ice cream and blueberry cheesecake then go away This picture was taken on one of those days.