Secret Love Nest 2018

Welcome 2018

It's been a year since I wrote in my diary. When I last wrote here, it's still 2017. Fifteen hours later, it's 2018.

Such long time had passed.

Hello!!!

How are all of you? How was the holidays? Is it fun? Is it good? Great! Wonderful.

I have an idea, what is the best way to welcome a brand new year?

(With New Year's resolutions?)

No. Get sick. Fuck!

Yes, I am sick. Like bedridden sick.

Not seriously, I mean I have a serious cold, but nothing to be alarmed about.

Qing is furious though.

Qing: I told you, time and time again, wear warm clothes. Wear layers. Why won't you listen to me?

Me: (clogged nose) I diten tu u...(sniffs sniffs)

(Oh Dayu)

Yeah, my nose is so clogged I talk funny. Not that I am saying that people who talks like that are funny people, that would be rude not to mention mean. But I am funny. Me. I am the funny one. Please...let's be clear on that.

Start of the year. Let's not have any misunderstanding.

And Qing being a jerk that he is, pretends that he doesn't understand me.

Qing: You what?

Me: (glaring at him) Dut priten u dut undistan mi.

Qing lost his patience, stood up from sitting on the bed where I am regulated to spend my time as we wait for my fever to broke completely, and walk out of the room.

Just to come back with some notepad and markers.

Qing: (presenting the items to me) Write it down. Stop talking. I get more pissed the more I listen to your cloggy nose tone. From now on, you are in a no speaking time out.

I glared at him.

Qing: (unperturbed by my glare) You can look at me like that until your pretty eyes fall out but you did this to yourself. What? The cold doesn't bother you? Dayu ah, you are a guy who has a small window of perfect temperature. 21 degree celcius. If it gets lower than that, you tends to get cold when you exposed yourself to the wind. One degree higher and you sweat up. You know that.

I didn't know that. Once again, Qing knew me more than I know myself.

Do I have that? A window of perfect temperature or something? Is that a real thing?

And one more thing...I don't think cloggy is a real word. Can you guys check it out for me? So I can tell Qing off for using a nonreal word.

Whatever.

I hate colds and fever. And our doctor friend suggesting that I had too much "merriment" during the holidays that resulted to me getting "overly tired", I am not fond too.

Why did he have to say that? Now Qing is chaining me in bed again. And not the fun variety.

Qing: Drink your citrus tea. You made me buy that tea set for you. Do you love how you are using it now? To drink tea from it to relieve your colds and fever. Fantastic job, Feng Jian Yu.