Lover and a fighter

Look at her touching up her hair! So vain hahah.







My family has developed a new class of burn.

My grandma knows the quickest way to attack my bottomless pit of pill addiction is to tell me my ass is gone. So when she came over with pizza that I refused to touch, she mercilessly told me my ass has shrank further in.

So guess who ate a slice afterwards fml I am a malleable metal.

This, coming straight after I told my mum about BBDC's shitty instructors. I was prepared to take a month's hiatus when she gave me this look and said, "Ok. But can you take it if Ah Mei gets a license and you don't?" and my heart died.

So guess who is back at BBDC grudgingly fml I am a mesh wire.

Today was my FTT that I fully intended to skip because I was lazy to continue already but of course, my mum's burn marched me off to BBDC, where I nailed the test whoop! I am now slightly more motivated to not be a piece of lazy shit and face the pervy BBDC instructors!

Rushed around for a couple of Carousell meetups before realizing it was already 5pm and baby was out of camp! We headed to town for his shopping and I bought him his outfit for tomorrow and resolved to get a couple more heh heh.

He was the sweetest thing. I kept saying he's my Carousell sale lucky star and he would pick me up and carry me around in full view of everyone and smile as he gush over how hot my outfit looked or how bright my hair color is.

We had Swee Choon for dinner where I broke and binged but even then, I realized my appetite got significantly smaller. Where I used to be able to finished five plates of dim sum, I am now close to throwing up at closing three plates.

I was very full and so I would make big movements then tell baby I ran out of energy doing that and would fall into his arms and he would laugh and adorably scoop me up. And this happened consistently all the way to Clementi hehe.

We haven't taken a bus ride in a long time. He fell asleep (as expected), but we managed to chat before that and I will remember forever the way he gazed at me, with all the love he can give in his eyes, as we chatted about something stupid.





Told him to take a picture with me but he took me instead.

I cropped it out in the photo, but I have fucking thick thighs. When I saw the original photos, I wanted to cry. My thighs looked pregnant. They looked like a bodybuilder's wet dream.

But they are Gabriel's dream hahah because he would always grab my thighs and tell me not to lose them, while going on about how much he fucking hated skinny legs. And I would say "but I wanna lose" and he would "okokok I find" hehe.























My snuggly man.

We watched more Star Wars till he dozed off. I stayed well awake because of the damned pill and ended up re-wrapping my Gosen racket's grip, tidying baby's bag, planning hot yoga, stretch training and Carousell optimizing till 5.10am. I have no chill. I am also out of control. I am also pointless.

Woke up at 5.30  and prepared breakfast for the grumpy morning man. He was rushing off when he saw me sitting sleepily on the couch and despite being late, he walked into my arms and sniffed me goodbye. I melted into a puddle.

I am truly the luckiest girl ever.