Sunday, June 18, 2006
warning: only read this following post if you really love me a whole lot, or if you are bored to bits.
i hate pmsing. i do. granted that i dont usually get cramps, but if i do, they kinda cringe me up into a nasty furball (which really is what is happening now actually). and there's this amazing connection in my body which sort of connects the pms system to my head, which is causing my throbbing headache now as i type.
and so i seek solace in my favourite macadamia chocolates and meiji milk. which happen to make me feel even more bloated than ever (if you dont know that periods make you bloat you suck). and i hate standing n sitting repeatedly if im pmsing, which means it was kinda bad during service just now where we stood n sat n stood n sat repeatedly. and after that lunch at imperial treasure, queuing sucks. plus, i have two blister wounds from wearing heels which are killers everytime water touches them. and i hate the fact that i seem to be not typing coherently.
the thought of tuition and having to travel back to school next week makes my cramps feel worse in a supernaturalistic manner. the state of my messy room and table and floor is pissing me off. the only thing im possibly glad about is my maid returning to singapore tonight so we can all eat proper food once again instead of takeouts.
oh wells. happy fathers' day anyhow. dad dont blame me if i bet on soccer cos i totally need to mend the hole your gift burned in my pocket. gahhhh.
by the way, did i mention i hate pmsing?
Sunday, June 18, 2006
warning: only read this following post if you really love me a whole lot, or if you are bored to bits.
i hate pmsing. i do. granted that i dont usually get cramps, but if i do, they kinda cringe me up into a nasty furball (which really is what is happening now actually). and there's this amazing connection in my body which sort of connects the pms system to my head, which is causing my throbbing headache now as i type.
and so i seek solace in my favourite macadamia chocolates and meiji milk. which happen to make me feel even more bloated than ever (if you dont know that periods make you bloat you suck). and i hate standing n sitting repeatedly if im pmsing, which means it was kinda bad during service just now where we stood n sat n stood n sat repeatedly. and after that lunch at imperial treasure, queuing sucks. plus, i have two blister wounds from wearing heels which are killers everytime water touches them. and i hate the fact that i seem to be not typing coherently.
the thought of tuition and having to travel back to school next week makes my cramps feel worse in a supernaturalistic manner. the state of my messy room and table and floor is pissing me off. the only thing im possibly glad about is my maid returning to singapore tonight so we can all eat proper food once again instead of takeouts.
oh wells. happy fathers' day anyhow. dad dont blame me if i bet on soccer cos i totally need to mend the hole your gift burned in my pocket. gahhhh.
by the way, did i mention i hate pmsing?
