Woke up with the biggest headspin ever. Must be post-menstrual syndrome....I'm on my 3rd day! Argh. I hate periods. When I'm having my period, everybody eventually finds out 'cos I'll be (a) wearing a skirt; (b) obsessively checking the back of my skirt and (c) just incredibly pissed off. I just want to lie in bed for the whole of today, but I've got a dinner thing at 6! pfft.
As I open my closet to look for stuff to wear, I realise that my choices are limited. for the next 4 days, at least. All the black things I own are Fat CLothes, owned ever since I weighed 60 kilos. That's WEIGHED. The rest of my stuff are strappy, pasteled and not exactly suitable for concealing pose-menstrual bulge. Ew. Maybe I'll go with fat baggy sweater. But that doesn't do justice to my cute wrap skirt! Or my new Clarks heels, come to think of it. I shall raid the laundry basket and try to salvage something.

I think that Sofy 35cm long sanitary pads are so overrated. Who needs a pad that's so long, when everything leaks to the side anyway! Manufacturers should seriously consider researching more about that..... I hate periods.
Angela and I met at Pasir Ris yesterday. Spent about an hour plus at the library, during which I scavenged through the sad variety for mindless, fluffy chic lit. I just don't see the point of reading things that will make you depressed eventually...and especially given my current PMS, I'll stick to happily-ever-after stories that delude me into sappy fantasies.

We did some shopping at Tampines Mall. Angela bought jeans at Giordano. I've realised that Angela shops like a guy. She goes shopping to BUY STUFF. While I can window-shop for the whole day and come out empty handed, she probably thinks that shopping without spending is a big waste of time. She spent over 100 dollars, and got a free travel bag, which she had to lug around. Poor girl. I don't think she minded, though. The girl is GLOWING. Kenneth and Angela. Who would have thought? Yes, I AM being sarcastic. The pairing's so genius that I'm actually surprised that it hadn't happened earlier. Kenneth and Angela. Angela and Kenneth. K and A. A and K. Kennie and Angie. Angie and Kennie. Awwwwwwwwwww.

Wasn't exactly unexpected though. I kinda guessed that months ago anyway. Nevertheless, nothing delights me more than hearing it from the happy, happy girl herself. Did I mention that she's GLOWING? Best thing is, apart from her becoming a much nicer(and happier. G-L-O-W-I-N-G.) person, Angela hasn't changed much. I am so excited for her. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside....and at the same time enormously envious. When was my last relationship again? Probably the time when I kissed Anada Everingham in one of my idle fantasies. Boys are SUCH turds.