OK, anyone who has read my other entry at the other blog [not gonna link that blog from here. In case you didn't know, that blog is specifically for non-UKM people. You feel lucky now?] would know that I sound a bit too emo than my usual self. I guess I was getting too emo for my own good.
I thought it was because of you-know-who [please, not Da Bao, OK?] but apparently it's not that simple.
OK, so the person who stirred all those emotion was her, but for me to cry and cry and cry the moment I see her [oops, this one only Ming Eng knew] is not what I usually would do, and now I have found out why I was over-reacting.
It was PMS.
It was not your regular cute ickle Powerpuff Girls PMS. It was a grand, whoop-ass, sibeh dua diao, grandmama of all PMS.
Yesterday after bumping into you-know-who [I've been avoiding her, but, DANG! Is she stalking me or what?] I started crying the moment I got into my room. I first called my mum and when I heard her voice, I was sobbing to the max I couldn't even talk. Mum was worried of course, and asked what happened. I told her about how frust I was feeling, trapped in UKM not being able to go home and got la some other things. Then she started laughing. I was like, "Eh?"
I asked my mum why was she laughing, she said I'm still such a kid. I guess I still am. Despite the tough front I put on in front of the people here, I guess I'm still a scared little girl on the inside. A little girl who was away from home, away from mummy, away from all the people and the place she knew so well and loved.
I found comfort calling home, hearing my mum's voice, manja-ing to her, and hearing my brother bully me over the phone. It's all so familiar. Mum told me I have to take it all, it's part and parcel of life. It's true, it is. But sometimes I need some time to be a scared little girl after being a tough girl for too long. I still need to feel sorry for myself and wallow in self-pity sometimes. But I'll do that away from prying eyes. I'm not the type to go show people how pitiful I am everywhere I go. I'll only do it in front of people I know well, and that is how I also found my next "victim", Ming Eng.
After calling mum I called Ming Eng, coz I know between she and I, it's all honesty. I know she'e being honest, she knows I'm being honest, and no love lost. [Gosh, I sound so gay.]
Called her up, and that siao chabo just woke up [it was 10-ish, I think] and sounded groggy. I went blabla-ing all my grievances to her, and she gave me great advice. Will take heed, siao chabo. Hahaha...
Ming Eng, you managed to cheer me up, and I am grateful for that. I wasn't on the verge or suicide or anything like that, but I was really feeling down, and you cared to spend time on the phone with me for so long, frying all your brain cells. But I know you wouldn't mind since your exam is over. Hahahaha!!! Love You!!!
I *heart* all my friends!!! LAB YOU!!!!
MUAH!!! MUAH!!! MUAH!!!
I thought it was because of you-know-who [please, not Da Bao, OK?] but apparently it's not that simple.
OK, so the person who stirred all those emotion was her, but for me to cry and cry and cry the moment I see her [oops, this one only Ming Eng knew] is not what I usually would do, and now I have found out why I was over-reacting.
It was PMS.
It was not your regular cute ickle Powerpuff Girls PMS. It was a grand, whoop-ass, sibeh dua diao, grandmama of all PMS.
Yesterday after bumping into you-know-who [I've been avoiding her, but, DANG! Is she stalking me or what?] I started crying the moment I got into my room. I first called my mum and when I heard her voice, I was sobbing to the max I couldn't even talk. Mum was worried of course, and asked what happened. I told her about how frust I was feeling, trapped in UKM not being able to go home and got la some other things. Then she started laughing. I was like, "Eh?"
I asked my mum why was she laughing, she said I'm still such a kid. I guess I still am. Despite the tough front I put on in front of the people here, I guess I'm still a scared little girl on the inside. A little girl who was away from home, away from mummy, away from all the people and the place she knew so well and loved.
I found comfort calling home, hearing my mum's voice, manja-ing to her, and hearing my brother bully me over the phone. It's all so familiar. Mum told me I have to take it all, it's part and parcel of life. It's true, it is. But sometimes I need some time to be a scared little girl after being a tough girl for too long. I still need to feel sorry for myself and wallow in self-pity sometimes. But I'll do that away from prying eyes. I'm not the type to go show people how pitiful I am everywhere I go. I'll only do it in front of people I know well, and that is how I also found my next "victim", Ming Eng.
After calling mum I called Ming Eng, coz I know between she and I, it's all honesty. I know she'e being honest, she knows I'm being honest, and no love lost. [Gosh, I sound so gay.]
Called her up, and that siao chabo just woke up [it was 10-ish, I think] and sounded groggy. I went blabla-ing all my grievances to her, and she gave me great advice. Will take heed, siao chabo. Hahaha...
Ming Eng, you managed to cheer me up, and I am grateful for that. I wasn't on the verge or suicide or anything like that, but I was really feeling down, and you cared to spend time on the phone with me for so long, frying all your brain cells. But I know you wouldn't mind since your exam is over. Hahahaha!!! Love You!!!
I *heart* all my friends!!! LAB YOU!!!!
MUAH!!! MUAH!!! MUAH!!!
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