It's a girl thing

Caution: Content may offend some people. Read the title. GIRL THING. GIRL.

Rainfall. Also know as Pissed At Men Syndrome, Girl Thingy etc. So many nicknames. Should I really just say it out, bluntly? 

Okay. Brace yourself boys. I know you're still reading. Hah. This will be an eye-opener for you.

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Period. Some call it menstruation. I call it. Pain. That horrible feeling you get once a month, where the pain is sometime unbearable. Or sometimes, you get lucky and the pain disappears! *happy dance*

How do I overcome this gay horrible painful girl thing?

By eating chocolate (It's seriously helps! For me that is) Or screaming. Or hitting things. 

Effects of the gay horrible painful girl thing.

Irrational mood swings. I mean I can be happy all smiling for a while, and sad over something I remembered the next minute. The worst part is, sometimes I don't even notice. 

Cause of the pain in this gay horrible painful girl thing.

If you drink cold water/drinks. Fried stuff is bad too. I think. If you eat er what's the word, cooling things? I usually just say 凉的东西. 

Why oh why do I have to have this girl thing now?! I can already imagine, sitting in the examination hall, the pain too unbearable, can't concentrate on my paper. Freak out. Results out. I get a D. Have an absolutely good reason but it'll be embarrassing to explain! Dear teacher, I did bad because of period pain? Doesn't sound like a very good reason after I said, I mean typed it out. 

The horror. 

Yes. I know I think too much. 

Okay. I gtg try to *cough* study. Ending with a vain picture of me to brighten up your day. Hehe.

To you

I wanted to ask you if you're okay, but that would probably be an understatement. I want to say all the right things to make you feel better but I don't know how. But don't you think this is unfair for me? All I try to be is nice but it's like you enjoy giving me the cold shoulder. What did I ever to deserve this?

It's a wonder that I still care. That I still try to think of ways to cheer you up.

I SHOULD BE STUDYING

Too lazy for my own good. Crazy freaking purple pineapple pie.

Change

Change can be good, change can be bad. Change is the clothes you wear, the decisions you make, the words you say, the way you feel. We sometimes want change to happen in our lives. Sometimes we don't. Sometimes we change because people around us change. Sometimes we change without noticing. Change takes time. You don't realise it at first, until someone points it out to you.


We can't keep waiting for people around us to change just to suit us.
Maybe we're the ones that needs to be changed.






Change starts with you.

Toothpaste

Okay, can't blog much. Seriously need to try to study. Haha. It's Friday already! Can you believe it?! Time flies. Anyways. Just wanted to drop by and warn you guys about the dangers of toothpaste. (Refer to previous post) It does not help reduce the redness of your pimples or whatever. I applied it on my forehead, and it started BURNING! Like it was on fire. And it hurt alot -____________- And I kept trying to fan it to cool it down. Fail. Kept jumping around like a retard bunny on fire.


So. Don't try toothpaste. Stupid idea. Pfft. I wonder which idiot tried that.







Oh wait, me.

THE ATTACK OF THE PIMPLE

You know I keep trying to study but I fail epically (no it's not epicly) because I'm too addicted to the computer.


Anyways. If you guys haven't notice. I have this weird red blob/spot on my forehead (yay me) and not only is it very eye catching, I can't hide it because of my longer fringe. Well, so I tried covering it with my hand and well, that's not a very smart thing to do, because I suddenly remember that you shouldn't keep touching your pimples. I keep trying to find the cause of this pimple attack, so if someone asks I can explain.


Maybe I could say it's due the the stress of exams. How I study too much. They might even believe it! People do get pimples because of stress right? I mean I look like the type of girl who would study like a mad person during exams! (I know you're coughing now) And then everyone would pity me and say: Awww! Don't study too hard lah! Later not pretty oh. Nvm lah. I'm sure you'll do well! You so smart some more!





HAH! Perfect plan. Thanks to my pimple people will think I am a hardworking person who studies too much. And has stress because of exams.






But ...you guys know I don't study right. So I can't fool you.


The cold hard truth. I've been eating chocolate/ice cream/fried chicken too much. All my favourite food are food that would beautify my face with pimples. And I don't drink enough water. So sad, no? I show these food love and affection and they gracefully decorate my face with red spots in return.



So I came back home and googled it. Hah. Funny stuff. I googled my pimples. Har dee har har.

 I clicked on a few links and apparently toothpaste is the best way to reduce the redness. I am so going to totally try. So if you happen to walk by my house, you'll probably see me walking around in my PJs with Colgate all over my forehead.
 

Was going to do something but I forgot.

Hate that feeling -_____________-


Should be studying now. But I'm not. Hah. No drive to study. Anyways. Just read a few of my older post and I just realized I've been blogging since 2010 and I never really had readers till recently. My blog used to be more private, I could name the people who were being mean to me in it, could scream my thoughts in it, could write about how happy I was because the guy I liked talked to me in it, but now I can't. You see if I did name names, the person who I named would be offended. If I screamed my thoughts, again, I might offend someone. If I was jumping around (virtually teehee) about the conversation the guy I liked and I had, somehow he might know!


And I miss that.

Like I'm made of glass

Hi. I love you guys too much to totally abandon you guys for a week! *loyal blogger* In school now. Did some cooking for English class. I was in the same group as Darius and the food we cooked turned out to be an utter FAILURE. Which just proves how I can't cook. I need to cook more during the hols :(

Anyways :P came to school feeling sick. Like I wanted to puke but then again I didn't want to. WHAT TYPE OF GAY FEELING IS THAT.









oh kay. it's time to leave. kthxbai.

WHUT YOU WANT MEH TO BLOG ABOUT?!

Please tell me. Running out of ideas. Exams are coming up real soon. Not suppose to use to comp now *evil grin* but just wanted to drop by and say don't be expecting my regular daily updates from me cause I'll be busy studying trying to study :P And I won't be on facebook or twitter or tumblr (I'm going to lose so many followers!) too.



Trying to write a song now. Got the right chords, the right melody, but no words. So fail. Waiting to be, what do you call it, inspired? :)

Okay. Bye. Don't miss me too much.