Was very aware of the date today because I remember the trouble I went through in the toilet on the train to Langkawi last month. I rushed in to the college's toilet at the slightest hint of discomfort....and I was right. My Aunty Hong* has Come.

After class, I was having a lovely chat with Barry at the bus stop about my Aunty Hong* and how come I don't get ferocious and mad and abit dangerous when Aunty Hong* is around like most other girls do when their Aunty Hongs* come to visit them. I told him with a bright smile that I don't know why either, maybe I'm just special, and smiled a big smile that you wouldn't get from a menstruating woman. I told him I seldom scream at people.. and am not too sure about myself getting PMS. However I think I got a slight mood downtime back in Langkawi last year. So there I was thinking I'm all high and mighty without a bad mood, without a bad pain. 

Went home to devour 1/3 of the huge-ass bar of Cadbury Roast Almond that Chien gave me and proceeded to watch an episode of Triumph In The Skies on my laptop. Right after that I had this impending attack of abdominal pains and rushed to the toilet.

The pain got so bad I couldn't even carry myself back to bed, let alone get up from the toilet bowl. Everything happened in a blur as I donned my cute Rm14 batik sundress from langkawi(it's the comfiest thing I have-as just a T-shirt with no pants might traumatize Mervyn) and climbed back into bed groaning. My eyes couldn't even focus on the words of Paulo Coelho which I can only recall having alot of sex elements in it. I started to wriggle on the bed, flipping around for the best position to sleep in before I die of abdominal aches. I then found the best way to get rid of the pain, or maybe change the pain from a slowly humming yet intense pain to sharp light pains in shorter intervals was to sleep with my hand holding on to the top of my bed and sleeping on my back with my legs straight. I fell asleep in that position.

When I woke up, I shouted at the stupid aircon for making me sweat even though it was at 16 degree celcius.

I screamed at my parquet for dislodging when I stepped on it.
I screamed at my blanket for forming an uncomfortable bundle with me in it.
I hate the way my bolster fell on the floor and I have to reach for it.
I hate the way used tissue is literred all over the bed side table.
I hate the way a lemon is slowly rotting inside a bottle of two-days old water with lemon.
I hate the way my cloths are strewn all over the floor.
I hate the way I felt so thirsty and have to go down to get water.
I hate the way my skin felt so oily because I was sweating.
I hate the way everything in my room screams "Disgusting Living Conditions".
I hate the way my dog was banging the doors downstairs and I felt like throwing her into the monsoon drain two rows away.

ARGH ARGH!!!!!!!

So I do get PMS after all. Pink Panadols earlier on in the day would have been a good idea. But I'm feeling better now. Thanks!