Fate - and blood

Today, I was supposed to meet my friend around 4.30 for gelato at Freddo's before heading to uni to do some work together.

At 3.30, Tata messaged me saying that she couldn't come - she was still in bed. I couldn't get mad, because I was still in bed rolling around too. (Wtf slobs!)

And I guess it was meant to be - even if she had woken up on time I would have messaged her cause I had some serious period discomfort and wanted nothing more than to lie down in be and mope over my internal bleeding.

At 4.50 pm, less than a street-length away from Freddo's, two men were gunned down in broad daylight in a poker place.

Who knows what would have happened if Tata and I had witnessed it. What if the gunman had taken a detour to buy icecream before committing his dirty deed? (Hey, it could happen. Murderers aren't all sane anyway.) What is some unforeseen circumstances happened and stray bullets started flying around?

It's good we were both home, alive and well.

Fuh, I make it sound like we both narrowly escaped death. Maybe, maybe not. It was a planned crime after all. From the reports I've read, the man entered the establishment, shot his two targets and left.

He was arrested later though, so we don't have to worry as much about him returning and possibly getting caught in another round of crossfire.

Sigh. Suddenly Melbourne doesn't seem so safe anymore. But I'd still choose to live here over KL any day.

On another note, I have been in bad bad bad bad misbehaving girl mode today. And by misbehaving I mean relapsing into my angsty early teenage behaviour by RAGING mercilessly in game.

I'm not proud of it. It just happened. It's not pent-up anger or whatever - I'm a pretty relaxed person lately.

PMS is to blame. I am 100fuckinpercent absolutely sure! I haven't had a regular period since...ever. So sometimes it's hard to predict when I'm going through PMS and when I'm just being plain bitchy. (There's a difference! One is inexcusable and...the other is. Girl's privilege, yes.)

This time, it caught me by surprise again. I had a breakout of pimples a couple of weeks ago (three total, what a vast improvement from my early teenage years - pimple plantation wtf.)

And for some moronic reason I blamed my recent chocolate binge and lack of sleep instead of suspecting PMS. (Actually, the sleep deprivation + choc overdose theory would have been plausible, except for the fact that I eat chocolate by the piles ALL THE TIME and rarely ever sleep enough.)

Well, I did not suspect it AT ALL. Sneaky little bastard.

So anyway, I got my period today and a lightbulb went off in my head. OHHH THAT'S WHY SUDDENLY GOT PIMPLES THAT DAY LA! CHIUUUUU.

With that happy revelation, I started stuffing my face with candy, cookies and chocolate again.

Wahaha. Sangat gembira. ^__^

Anyway, apparently some guys think PMS = period = PMS. Well, it is not.

Let me explain a little bit. PMS stands for pre-menstrual syndrome. By understand that, it is impossible to think that PMS and period are one and the same (because of the 'pre.' It can't be before and during at the same time, right?)

The period is where the girl bleeds from her vagina. No, don't complain that I'm being too graphic, you're all big boys and girls now right? It normally lasts from roughly 5-7 days, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter depending on the individual.

This is usually accompanied by mild to severe discomfort, acute pain in the abdomen, sore unmentionables, nausea, headaches and lethargy. (This is for me la, not so sure about other girls but I'm guessing it is somewhere along those lines.)

PMS is a period of roughly 2 weeks leading up to the actual period. There is no bleeding at this stage, but hormonal changes are taking place. This hormone imbalances tend to cause pimply breakouts, bad tempers, mood swings, mild depression, bigger boobs (yay,) bloating, abdominal pain/aches, food cravings and some other minor symptoms.

A PMSing girl is dangerous/scary for a number of reasons:

1. She will always win in an argument.

2. Even if you win, she's gonna scratch your eyes out anyway, so she wins.

I'm sorry boys, but that's the way life is.

I guess some girls mellow over time and are able to recognize when PMS starts to creep up upon them and deal with their mood accordingly.

Sometimes they just sneak up on us poor unsuspecting girls and we unleash our terrifying feminine rage on those poor unsuspecting boys.

Some guys say, aiyo, excuses lar. You're just a bitch, anyhow also will scold people one lar!

Firstly, how can you assume that we're using PMS as a reason to scold and act irrationally when you don't go through it yourselves?

When you tfk to porn or get a stiffy while looking at hot girls you just return our incredulous stares with 'What? We're guys what, we're meant to breed. Not our fault.'

Secondly, it is a medically-recognized condition. It's hormones okay. Don't play play. It's the same thing that makes you wanna fuck every girl you see when you get horny. Hormones. Kuatnya.

Lastly, if PMS is just an 'excuse' to scold/scream at you, and I actually feel like ripping your head off every day of the month, I wouldn't bother waiting for that one special week a month to diu you la.

I'd just fucking scold you every day and night until you don't want to talk to me anymore, since you're such a retarded and [insert any amount of derogatory adjectives here] person.

But you still do, so that means I'm a pretty nice person to talk to when I'm not PMSing right? :3

So I apologize la dears. I'm sorry for raging at everyone lately. I'm only a girl. And if you're a guy, be happy you don't have to deal with this okay? Don't complain that girls always get special/more lenient treatment than guys unless you are ready to bleed from the penis every month and push a watermelon out of your anus a few times in your life.

: )

With that, I'm off to sleep. Good night <3