I have PMS.

The depressive period has set in, unsure of how to relate it I decidedly call it PMS.
It started off with the inability of finding a certain song I heard at 6 a.m. this morning on Class 95, then personal vendetta between my shift mate who blatantly accused me of giving him extra duty a week back who is currently behaving crudely which I personally find it irritating and offensive. Can you stand someone who spouts CB and KNNB as most of his opening sentences and punctuations ? The situation can be sensed as both parties think they're right. Whatever.

I agreed to tag along my mum to PS to buy groceries, hoping to buy some clothes after that. I lost appetite somehow. We saw Michelle Chia, the Lux Super Rich celeb, which my mum went, " Wah, so katek (short) ! So thin also. ", followed by a brief exchange of giggles and non-verbal comments with passerbys who too noticed her.

Anyway, most things felt coarse and ugly. Hard to understand why, but I hope after releasing this pented up feeling, things get a better light.

The cows at the Bras Bersah (think so) Park near Dhoby came as a surprise. Haha. Cows scattered on an idyllic grass patch. I think it's on the news too.