I hate PMS and the garbage it brings along.
My mood is cranky, my skin is patchy, my hair is oily, I get sulky and I cry like a baby.
I especially hate it when I'm having my period and there's no seats in the train for me. Eh HELL-O! Can't you see my constipated, cramped face? And my constantly clutching my tummy. That means, I'm having menstrual cramps, understand.
SMRT should include another picture showing a woman having mentrual cramps, beside its Old-People-Young-Child-Pregnant-Woman picture on its stickers. Women having mentrual cramps suffer just as bad, okay. But of course they won't understand, because the policy makers, rule makers and designers are probably MEN.
Because I was suffering from cramps this morning and because there was no seat for me, I made up some other meaning for PMS besides the commonly known Pre-Menstrual Symptoms.
Prerogative to
Moan &
Sulk
Please
Make yourself
Scarce (for men who don't get it)
Please,
Men.
Scram. (for men who really don't get it)
Pergi
Mampos,
Setan! (enough said)
Hurhur... These are the things I do to entertain myself when I don't have a seat in the train and forgot to bring a book.
the enigma was spotted at 10:44