Mehhh....

I wasn't surprised at all when she found out my hidden medicine, which I placed it under one of my stuffed toys next to my bed.....It wasn't an accident, it was just about time to let her know..Maybe? Nah...I gave a second thought before she was going to open her mouth and question me what it was, so at the end another lie had to impose upon this dark secret... 

Subsequently she had a deep talk with me due to the fact that she is now getting to know I may have been hiding so much more secrets from her...By putting on emphasis on our communication, she related this to her own parents. In their era, buying her a candy and a bowl of porridge was already something the most memorable in her childhood, 'There wasn't that much to reminisce between my parents and I really, see, everytime when I tell you something about my childhood, they are just the same old stories' What she said was meant to tell me how much she thought she could have more memories with her parents when she was younger, but she couldn't do enough before grandpa passed away...Neither do I... I questioned myself whether I have shown my caring towards dad as much as he has towards me....It was a...I wouldn't call it sad but rather to be a gloomy lunch. She was letting me to know the importance of how I should treasure my family before they are gone. Though this wasn't the first time she taught me this, it would be one of those best talks from her...Like god damn...I saw my tears running down the rice in my bowl...

Anyways my back and waist hurt like hell...I guess it's all because of my improper sitting position when I surf on net. By the time she rode on me rubbing my back and waist, she nearly killed me halfway with her elbow and fingers. After all, she used more force than the bf....=.= I was screaming like a dying pig, a marathon of pain finally ended after 30 minutes of rubbing...Grandpa's photo is situated at the right side of her pillow, I guess he enjoyed seeing me suffering from my pain yet another way of mother-daughter-ship connection. I then fell asleep naked for another 2 hours, mum put the sheet on my body before she left her room...

Woke up, had a warm shower and I continued to feel my pain...the spot where is close to my ass more hurtful than any others>.<  Later, the bf came, gave me a big panda hug and she talked to him non-stop as usual. The usual talkative her made the whole house vividly alive. She went shower while we were being so tricky behind her>.> bf also said his stalker cried, assuming the obsession is still in its way. It is hard to forget someone and pretending you don't know them for good, it's even harder to brush everything aside and try to remove something has happened in your past. There is no way we 'try' because when you do, that means you are being forced to do something and that would never work.

As for cooking, I enjoyed being taught by anyone, only if that person is willing to help while not laughing at my clumsiness. Sadly he pissed me off a bit when he was being the usual stuck up self. You know what, I wouldn't turn into a snobby one until another person turned into one in the first place. But yes, I admit myself suck at cooking and I was still afraid of fire and oil, the popping oil made me jumpy and shit...The dinner was all good. The skewers were finely cooked and other food at least tasted good...After dinner, she asked me to write up the statement and I helped her out word by word. Then another negative moment when he had his pompous comments towards me..I seriously felt like refuting him as a pompous ABC whenever he calls me a fob. But no, I repressed not because I couldn't do that, I believe I can fully verbally abuse a person if I really want that to happen. What was stopping me? It's the attitude I should also learn from people's negative comments. It's no biggie though it seemed like an insult. Positively speaking, I should have treated it as an encouragement for me to improve more.

Lastly the video he showed me was about three ridiculous unicorns talking with anime characters' voice and their journey was as ridiculous as them...I wouldn't say I don't like it or hate it, maybe just not something I would watch. Well overall, tonight wasn't bad except for some negative comments I received. I didn't really show until he left and talked to me via phone on his way home. Thanks for all the long messages though and please forgive me 'not letting you go(to sleep)' also choosing me over your sexy hotpot outting tomorrow, I cannot think of myself as that attractive than a hotpot outting. Maybe I just never know that I am another type of food?

Another marvelous way to conclude my post...You know, sometimes we need to add more flavour to life in the higher degree, it comes along with the mix of every emotion powerfully spicing up our desire into our future. Happiness takes place as well as depression but that's not about it, I also know the fun of having a person to get teased by me before he went to sleep, as well as he pissed me off just an hour ago and now I got over it. Not to mention I miss that bastard a bit when I am still typing my post right here right now, while he must be sleeping like a pig now...So next time when I see him, I don't bash him, instead I hug him all because in a spectacular view, he has given me all that. The truly fantastic feelings and the fun, are all greatly inspiring and beautiful as well :)