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○Jinxed the prowess○
Friday, January 16, 2009

Never underestimate the power of moodswings.

Much as I didn't have serious PMS couple of years back, but it certainly didn't stop growing. I realised, my PMS gets worst as I aged.

Yes, aged is the word I'm using and it makes me feel like a 40 year shrivelled prune lookalike spinster left on the shelve.

That's how un-pretty I'm feeling right now. It's PMS I'm sure. Or probably I'm feeling tired because I only managed to fall asleep 2.30am this morning.

I think moodswings are the only time I write smoothly because there are simply to much I want to say unlike the times when I'm of a prettier mood where I usually get verb blanks.

Anyway, thousand and one things ran through my mind within some 3 mins this morning when I was contemplating whether I should come to work or not.

I'm amazed by myself, how I was able to rationalise things out even when I'm not fully awake and conscious. Telling myself there's lesson today so there's no point I absent myself from work because I'll still have to leave the house in the evening. Or, brainstorming what can I do with that half a day of MC before leaving the house for lessons. Or, when I should allocate my day of MC so that I fully utilise it yada yada yada...

Women are bazillion times more complex then DNAs and molecules from time to time. Yet sometimes we are so simple that people simply cannot understand the simplicity in us and thus termed us as complexed.

If you are wondering, ok I'm being very complicated now and yes I'm pushing all due responsibilities to PMS.

Nevertheless I decided to drag myself away from the queen-sized and wash up, fully prepared that today ain't gonna be an easy day because half of the time I'll be dozing off, feeling shitty and at the same time I have to control my temprementality before I flare at innocent people which I'll feel most guilty immediately after flaring at them.

So control control control.

*hungry*

Off to lunch. No one meddles with the edgy jinxed when she's hungry. She bites.
|Lady| 1:00 PM