Absolutely no idea whether the pressure and the non-stop churning I’m feeling in my abdomen is due to cramps or trapped intestinal gas or just symptoms of needing to run toilet again.
Should I go toilet sit? Or should I just heck care and wait till the signs are more obvious?
*rubs tummy* Please be still… >_<
Diarrhea. >.< *hugs tummy* Can't differentiate between normal tummy ache and menstrual cramps anymore, lol. They are all at the same place!
如果有一天 我回到从前
回到最原始的我 你是否 会觉得我不错
如果有一天 我离你遥远
不能再和你相约 你是否会发觉 我已经说再见
… stop eating rice?
Just a small small bowl tonight for dinner, and I’m starting to feel the gas coming up now.
Why the hell do I get grain intolerance out of blue, when I had been eating rice with no issues all these while for 33 years?! =(
Feels so awful and stupid. :(
我怀念的是无话不说 (What I missed is those times when we can talk about everything and anything)
我怀念的是一起做梦 (What I missed is those times when we dream and plan together)
我怀念的是争吵以后还是想要爱你的冲动 (What I missed is the impulse to still love you even after we quarreled)
Maybe I’ll do a recording for this song tonight and post it up here… Missed singing her songs.
27 more days to HK trip! ^_^
I’ll do a consolidated post for the past weekend stuff tomorrow at work. Too tired lately to work on a proper post…
Happy Lunar New Year 2015!
Had a simple yet lovely and blessed dinner with my parents. And surprise surprise, she didn’t nag at us at all this year! It was amazing, haha! Finally, peace and quiet on Chinese New Year Eve, after spending 33 years of Chinese New Year with her! XD We’ll see if her good mood last till tomorrow morning. =X
http://thoughtcatalog.com/natasha-skoryk/2015/02/the-girl-you-thought-was-perfect/
I thought this would be a bashing article for the first girl in question, but surprisingly it’s not.
It’s a little heartwrenching to know how true this article is in reality. The second last paragraph broke my heart.
“You forget that she was broken long before you.”
And the last paragraph made me smile.
“You forget that what she needs, is someone who fixes her. Someone who refuses to be dazzled by the façade, who traces the blemishes on her skin in the morning with his lips, who bitches about her flaky yoga timetable with her, and tidies her messes. And that won’t be you, because for him, she won’t ever seem perfect. She won’t be a comparison, a marker. She’ll simply be everything.”
I wish I can write this well..
