I hate to admit that I am PMS-ing.
I do not hate the reality of admitting. I hate the truth of real facts.

Same thing when my Lil Sis tells me,
"I hate it when you are right."

Oh noo.. PMS is no self-fulfilling prophecy. Read Islam. Read Biology.
If you are a woman, you will understand better.
If you are a boy, it blurs you more.
If you are a man, you will throw it down the drain the minute you read it.

I'm going to get my Blackberry Bold today before my dinner with a couple of girlfriends and I don't care.
Bro you can take my BB Curve for FREE.
I don't care already.
Just let me know if you want me to send it over or you want to wait till you are back in SG in a few weeks.

Yes, that is how soon your wedding is going to be and I wonder if I want to wake up seeing tomorrow.

I made VS purchases and would not want to mention what so as not to be labelled as a show-off.
But hey.. 3 pants & 2 tops is on the way to SG.
Hate me for splurging (yes it is splurging cos my closet is asthmaticking-bomb) and blame VS for having you-must-buy-if-not-you-are-stupid sale.
I came. I surfed. I spent. I feel guilty.
It feels good like punching a person in the face kind of good feeling.

Don't know how it feels?
Then try it.

PMS ruins many things.
So better my pocket than feelings.
It doesn't matter if people ruin mine.

I'm immuned.

PMS, embrace me.