寶貝

I'm always late.
I don't even know why I bother wishing.
Still, happy belated Valentine's Day, hahaha.




It was the last day of Chinese New Year and it was also the "Chinese Valentine's Day".

I had the best day ever. Best.

Besssssssssssst. Not.

Got up early because I was working morning shift at Project Space.

I was feeling weird all morning but I ignore it, thinking it was just my Monday morning mood.

About 3pm, I knew it. I knew it.

 I looked at my barista and said "shit, it came!"

Went to the washroom, came out, my barista asked "so she visited?"

I'm like yeh, it's the time of the month.

I looked at my phone, 2 missed calls from my boyfriend.

I called him back and he said he booked dinner tonight.

FYI, my boyfriend isn't romantic at all but he arranged dinner.
I didn't want to miss his first time being romantic, lol.

The pain was coming, I knew it.

So happened my friends dropped by and we were having serious talk about business.

Came back, 5 minutes later,

Came back after puking my breakfast out, 5 minutes later,

On the way home, havoc.

I had to stop by the highway with my hazard warning lights on.

My barista gave me a brown bag and I fully utilized it, lol.

So painful that I drove without my safety belt.

Super dramatic, I know, I know but it was really painful.

Every time when a guy asks me if it's that bad.

I'll want to show him this.

*The mild contractions are said to be similar to period cramp but 

of course, labour pain should be ten times worse.

Can't imagine the pain.

I called my boyfriend on the way home saying that we have to cancel on dinner plan.
I said I really can't make it, I'm dying.

Immediately broke my painkiller into two and swallowed it when I got home.

Died for an hour and recovered.
The wonder of painkiller......
Not encouraging, only take it when it's too painful.


Called my boyfriend :
"Have you cancelled?"
"Nope."
"Ok, I just revived."
"Ok, so dinner plan still on?"
"Yeap."

So I dressed up a little.
Put on a v-neck dress, so hiao, but come on, he's hardly that "romantic".
When I saw him, I wanted to hug him.
He put his palm in my face like - 'bitch please, excuse me'
"Waitttttttttt... why are you so red?"
"What? No. It's nothing."
"Waittttt... you're really very 'red'."



Took a careful look at my body.
It was red as hell, rashes everywhere.
"Is it itching?"
Damn,  when somebody asks you this question.
It starts itching even when it doesn't itch.
I started scratching.
He then took me to the pharmacist.
Pharmacist said that it should be an allergic reaction, probably to my painkiller.
Boyfriend forced me to shower three times with Detol.
Damn it, my skin was falling off.






Anyway, we didn't make it to dinner.
I went to see the doctor the following day, I'm having heat rashes.
I need to drink more water and mind on the heaty food I eat.
There went my romantic night.

Bought him a set of Kiehl's products for Valentine's Day.
He loves it, lol.




Wanted to type a touching post about my man but it turned out to be this.

He works in another state.
I'm the most insecure person in the world.
I yearn for security all the time.
The distance and his lack of company were hard for me to deal with.
We didn't have the 3-month-honeymoon-period.
He was always absent during the big events in my life.
We're getting better at it now, I do hope it gets better and better.

He's not the mushy type.
He slapped my hand hard when I scratched myself.
Ya, he's that type. Difficult beetch, lol.
But that's how he cares for me...o.....k.....

I remember months ago, I went to see him.
The same thing, it was the first day of menstruation but I fell asleep at 11pm.
I woke up at 3 in the morning because my stomach was hurting so bad.
I was looking for my painkiller in the dark and the noise I was making woke him.
I couldn't sleep and I told him to sing me a song.
"What song?"
"Bao bei. Heard you singing to it in the car just now."
He started singing.
"Wo de bao bei bao bei... Crap, I don't know the lyrics."
He actually googled the lyrics on his phone.
Only a while later, I fell asleep in his arms.

I love to feel safe.





Fancy things fancy gifts don't keep you going.
Love and sincerity keep you going.
Look at it from a different perspective when you find yourself wanting more.
Is it not enough or should you start appreciating the little things?
xx.