i have never believed in pms-ing. and i didn't think i actually pms-ed the other day.
i realised i am quite an angry lady. lately, the littlest things tick me off effortlessly. n i miss #01-21. so much. especially my own bedroom. i didn't have any fancy furnitures or home decor back then in my room. it was just my built-in wardrobe, my queen size bed, my radio and that space where i carry out my prayers or just to read our holy Qur'an whenever i think i fuck up in some point of my life.
french class was a blast. but i hate the part when he grills each of us. i never like participation. unless its voluntarily.
could someone give me a plush Cheshire cat or Aristocat Marie Cat toy? i think that will somehow lighten me up a wee bit. or maybe a hamster?
someone, pls just give me a good cheesecake. with caramel frap, venti pls.
