pms number 111?

aih. why do girls (or only me?) still complain about pms? still whine about it many times.. after like, we are so used to pms, since for ever.. been with pms for the whole life..

i get irritated easily. i feel something in around the heart? like, upset? like, angry? for... no reason. no reason that i can find, not one i can recall.

"heart-sick" as in the friend or the group or the family of "homesick"

laziness yang upgraded sungguh levelnya... its even easier to sleep the whole day.

the fun part is, i get to eat almost anything. ada kuasa mistik yang menyucuk "passion" memasak yang nada2.. say, im craving for both bubur nasi ayam and something yang mee-mee (eg, mee basah misalnya?)... i dont have to choose you know, i dont have to wait long, i'll definitely cook both, at that instant jua. haha. i mean, good to have something to "drive" us. like, high high level of cravings here is the driver for cooking. :p

aah that is the interesting part of living in cairo, no need to really cry for cravings, for home-made-bruneian foods.. we can get almost all.. almost lah.. (plus bahan2 yang beangkut dari brunei plg..) it is so okay and.. well, i dont know.. its so fine living here.. i think if minus the food and especially the friends, i will start to think of cairo otherwise kali.. haha. but.. yeah, cairo is a huge part of me... parts that make me who i am, parts that help me grow up, parts that can be called home, too. i cant imagine not missing this place...

anyways, the pms thing that i listed above, its not always the same. its not consistent. sometimes those are there, sometimes not. sometimes it is intensified, sometimes it feels like nothing at all..

and and, by thaaaa waayy, i watched shopaholic again.. the last time, i watched it in cinema only. and i didnt enjoy it much like recently. then, i learned why.. the last time.. i was too immersed in the thoughts of "whats next? where is that part in the book, hows they gonna do it in film?" - kept on expecting something to happen... thinking, not enjoying. comparing, not enjoying. and yesterday, when i let myself free... i had fun watching and i really like the movie (i thought of it differently the last time.. hehe).. oh well, just.. be free and stop comparing and expecting so much.. then, i'll be young foghebaaaa. woho. dont you just miss rabecca bloomwood? oh i miss her..

enjoy your revision, students!