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Just woke up from a 5-hour nap but didn’t feel recovered at all from extreme lethargy due to PMS, didn’t spot that the baby was 4.5 months early or pick up the general tone of the blog, misread the word “obituary” as “orbitary” from a protected link…

If it weren’t for the 3 comments before me, I would have completely not noticed and written a congratulations comment.

A very close one. I almost offended a whole family and more…

Aside from the grumpiness, and the bloatedness, and the boob-tenderness, and the decreased concentration, and the food-craving, and the muscle aches, and the backaches, and the bad skin, and the general fatigue, and sometimes the diarrhoea, my PMS isn’t actually that bad.

Okay, maybe it is kind of bad; but on the plus side, the dream fairy is generally especially nice to me during those days, too. Guess who just had hardcore sex with her most favourite game character in a dream last night? *snickers*

Although funnily enough, I’ve always been a male in my wet dreams. I’m not sure what it could possibly symbolise. That I secretly crave for straight sex? That I actually want to be a man? That I feel that’s the only way I could satisfy my ladies in the dreams? That there’s an unknown male version of me somewhere in the universe? Heh, maybe not the last one.

Whichever way, can’t argue with the fairy. Am content. *goes back to reminisce dream*

(I think I humped the pillow, but I try not to visualise.)

September is almost over.

I don’t know what I feel about this month. Happy, sad, excited, bored… yeh, just like every other month.

Forgive my dull tone; I had a dream last night. I dreamt that I was to get married to a guy the next day. I was in my wedding dress, and Mum complimented that I looked stunning.

Yeh, you already know which girl was in my mind the whole time.

Anyway, back to reality.

My paternal grandmother is in hospital right now. Heart disease. Damn heart disease. Looks like it really runs through my father’s side. First my uncle, then my dad, and now my grandmother.

The doctor said that there’s nothing we could do about it. In other words, we’re to wait until she dies. Her situation isn’t that bad, and she could probably live for a few more years. And maybe more. I don’t know. I’m just guessing. I didn’t ask. I didn’t dare to ask.

I’m not even emotionally close to her. It’s just that feeling: somebody who was still talking to you just now, somebody who was still moving, somebody who was still alive; could be dead anytime. And of course, same applies to anybody and everybody – healthy or diseased.

My hamster is pretty old already. He could drop dead just anytime as well.

It’s okay. I’m okay. *sigh* It’s PMS indeed.

The original programme “Re: Anti-Homophobia”, a sequel of “Anti-Homophobia”, scheduled for today was interrupted by the educational programme “Premenstrual Syndrome”. Sorry for the inconvenience caused.

More than one in three women suffer from Premenstrual Syndrome (PMS). There are over 150 symptoms associated with it, some of the more commonly experienced are: bloating, headaches, irritability, weight gain, skin problems, mood swings & depression, aggression, fatigue, breast tenderness, poor concentration, tearfulness, the feeling of being misunderstood. Others include tension, anger, anxiety, panic attacks, mental confusion, sinus problems, asthma, epilepsy, styes, acne, alcohol abuse, craving for sweet things, binge eating, backache, blah blah blah.

We have interviewed a fellow PMS sufferer, PMS-Vickie.

Profanity check: on

Followed by lots of random rambling. Sorry to interrupt the programme again with… TWO MOTHS FLYING AROUND ME!! Got to go!!!

The excitement has gone. Totally. Boredom sets in. I still love my layout, but I can’t remember what I did for five hours. That really doesn’t look like anything people will spend five hours on. Five effing hours. First day of half-term, and here I am, using the computer, typing my diary as usual. Can’t believe what’s going on in life. I do so much, yet people don’t make any effort of showing any sign of recognition whatsoever. Nobody gives a shit.

Checked Neopets. Jacky logged in at the very same time as me. And yet, he didn’t send me any Neomail. Nothing. He doesn’t even bother saying “Hey, you have a new layout.” or “Ecomplanet is not gone, just temporarily down.” Maybe he has stopped reading ages ago. Stopped listening to me rant about my life. Stopped caring about what goes on.

Feel so shitty all over. I should be working on Mechanics 2, my next exam. I will, eventually. I hate talking about universities. How I have to pretend to be an expert in higher education in UK. I’m not, and I seriously don’t give a fuck. People don’t come to me or add me to their ICQ list until they need me. They’re obviously just using me. I still have to smile at them and say, “Don’t worry, although you haven’t talked to me for ages and apparently you’re not interested in my life, I’ll still help you sort out your univerisity problem. What did you want again? Oh yeh, advice. I got rejected by all the universities I applied to, but I’m sure I’m still useful, otherwise you won’t be talking to me.”

It’s my terrible PMS. Terrible, terrible PMS.