1.30pm. Feels lethargic, and trail of tiny, black ants sneaking out from a tiny hole between the bathroom tiles is driving me up the wall (even though have just cleaned my bathroom a mere 30 minutes ago!). Plus, period is officially late by two weeks.
1.33pm. Furiously wipe sink down with more brute strength and detergent than necessary. Gets a sense of satisfaction as I flush the pesky specks of black, wiggly dots down the drain.
1.50pm. Room is lit up by the afternoon rays struggling to burst through blue curtains, washing the walls with a pleasant sea-blue shade. Normally abundant sunlight makes me energized and cheerful enough to make (or at least want to make) personalized greeting cards for everyone in own phonebook, but now the afternoon heat just irritates me further. Or maybe because just heard boyfriend heading over to the guys’ place, probably to play computer games or something equally time-consuming and counter-productive. Switches on the air cond, grab a book from pile of old reads and curl up inside nest-like rattan chair. Something hard rubs against my feet – was one of the apple-green scented candles left over from my birthday. Feels guilty for negative thoughts towards boyfriend and makes a feeble attempt to reason with myself. Boyfriend is healthy male genetically-designed to seek bonding session
(albeit meaningless) with others of his own kind.
3.40pm. Feels slight pang of hunger. Puts aside book and decides to get some shut-eye instead. Boyfriend is still not back.
5.10pm. Wakes up to own stomach’s loud growling. Goes downstairs to check the refrigerator for food and notices that boyfriend’s room remains dark and vacant. Comes to the conclusion that boyfriend does not give a rat’s ass if I starve to death. Takes a violent bite out of green apple in hand and storm back up to room.
6.05pm. Gets SMS from boyfriend saying dinner will be late. Deliberately refuse to reply till much later. Checks mobile phone calendar to count own menstrual cycle again. Definitely in prolonged PMS stage. Worries about being pregnant (even though have not engaged in any sexual activity that warrants such worries) but remains paranoid. Starts to feel sorry for self who might possibly be knocked up by a man who abandons self to perish in merciless afternoon heat and lonely house without real food (albeit a very clean house).
7.40pm. Boyfriend comes in and immediately hugs me. Tries to be cold and distant despite boyfriend’s arms around own waist. Boyfriend picks up on hostility, leans back to peer at my face at eye level. Rubs own waist and tummy gently and ask if I was having heartburn. Remains stoic but am actually pacified somewhat.
7.55pm. Heads out for dinner and movie with friends. Still has enough sense to not embarrass boyfriend with childish mood swings and acts normal in front of friends.
8.30pm. Feels much better after getting some food in stomach and boyfriend’s constant PDA.
9.25pm. Reveals to boyfriend about period problems and fears of becoming a single mom by Halloween next year. Boyfriend laughs at absurdity of own worries and vows to take full responsibility should I become the next virgin in history to give birth after Mother Mary.
11.57pm. Leaves cinema after dumb but visually-commendable movie. Has the last threads of PMS expelled from own system after unexpected kiss on forehead by boyfriend while waiting for elevator.
