The problem with period is, when it doesn’t come, you start worrying what’s happening to your body. However when it comes, you start to curse and swear about the cramps, the leakage, the everything-bad-about-period. Damn dulan please.

Everytime when my period comes, I will have disrupted sleep during the first few days of its arrival. Waking up to find that I am in serious need of the toilet and the next will be a panic attack that I’ve stained my bed sheets. But of course, I am just being paranoid.

Talking about being paranoid, yesterday when I went Tiong Bahru to deposit money with my mum, I stupidly wore a khaki colored shorts. And being the very paranoid me when I am having my period, I kept thinking that it has leaked and stained my shorts. Occasionally, I looked around for faces that will tell me that me that if the latter has really happened and I will ask my mum discreetly, "Mummy, you mei you lou?" And often, that paranoia is for nothing, luckily. Well, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Even though the period didn’t leak and stain my shorts when I was in Tiong Bahru, but it didn’t mean it won’t happen when I was sleeping, because it did happen! And I jolly well had to wake up at 5.42 AM this morning to clean up and everything. Nabei… But luckily, my bed sheet, my bolster and blanket were spared. And I thought to myself, "Wow, I think I will sleep past 12 PM later on." But no!!! Oh my tian please, my mum called my cell at 11 am plus to tell me to put the potatoes into the curry. ALAMAK… Why can’t you call papa? He is at home anyway………………….

Okay, digression.. Aiyah, but anyway I’ve got nothing to write about the topic anymore. So, bye.

P/s: Oh shit, there’s this Janice Dickson Modelling Agency show starting on 4th April Wed 11pm! It’s gonna crash with my Anthony Bourdain No Reservation. FISH MAN!