Holiday.

BKK on Friday.

Not exactly looking forward to it, but I damn well need to get out of this wretched place.


Oh, went to see little Luke today. Super cute and mad tiny. ^.^ And it's a little funny seeing the bf's reactions to baby.

How do Ppl come up with Interesting Titles?

My idiotic bf has been springing surprise attacks on me the entire week; launching into a horrifying rendition of the 'Ali Cafe Hao Yeah' jingle when I least expect it. The bloody irritating tune is now attempting to come to prominence in my head, while I'm putting up a fruitless struggle to conjure better and more pleasant melodies.

Yeah. I'm in my 327th attempt at re-reading the Harry Potter series. The latest movie was awesome. In fact, I think it's the awesomest instalment yet. This is, of course, judgement after having watched all 8 movies at a go. Yes, I was at the marathon screening. Someone said he spotted me on the next day's Newpaper.

I'm going to try convincing my bf to watch it a second time now. IMAX 3D!! Maybe I ought to start calling him my fiancé. We've gotten an extremely favourable queue number in our first BTO bid. :)

Oh well, till then! Mischief managed.

-- Post From iBabyPoot

trust

read: http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2011/06/trust.html

Maybe you should change ALL your passwords, because I am a little bit like that.
And the next time you unfortunately let me stumble upon those flirty messages, SLUTFACE will not get off easy - even if it means you getting so disgusted you break up with me.

I do believe the things you say, doesn't mean I trust you. And obviously I don't fucking trust the SLUTFACE.


There's something about girls who flirt with attached guys that spell CHEAP.

DON'T FUCKING STEP OVER THE THRESHOLD AGAIN.

blog.

I wish I blogged more often.

I wish I blogged all those times when he was talking to her.

I wish I knew what was happening. I wish we were quarreling, and she was a pathetic outlet he was temporarily interested in.


I'm glad I didn't blog.

I'm glad I didn't have to face that painful truth of being stupidly ignorant.



How could I have been sleeping next to you, when you analyzed with her, how pretty she was.


It's over now. I hope it never happens again.

God only knows it will.

God only knows it's a matter of time before we implode.


A few weeks ago, I looked forward to spending the rest of my life with you.

Now, I wish tomorrow never comes.

Best Boyfriend!!!

I know, I know. I am blogging again, which is good, isn't it? If you know me well enough to be reading my sporadically-updated blog, you should know that I am fickle-minded. I can't even fucking decide if I should or should not blog.

And before you read too much into the entry, I should just mention that I am going to blog about how wonderful my boyfriend is. :)


Buttered with hot J, drunk R and friends last night. And boyfriend came to pick me up. From work.

It was in fact the first time I clubbed without him since we got attached, and I have to admit it was slightly uncomfortable. I had a good time nonetheless, but when the people around me started hugging other people, I wished, with a pang, that my boyfriend was there. Towards the end, when I got slightly inebriated, I actually got pissed off at random guys around me. Obviously I was sober enough to not let my frustration manifest, but I was slightly pek chek that there were so many guys around, and none was my boyfriend. I kept wanting to see his face in the crowd, despite knowing that he's not there, and I got upset when I couldn't.

Seh already.

You can only imagine, when I came out at 4am and saw him walking towards me, I almost orgasmed on the spot. :)

And when we reached home, he offered and cooked me instant noodles. Well, he does cook for me rather occasionally, especially of late because I've been a bitch tired. But for some reasons, when I came out after my shower and saw him tending to the 2 pots of boiling water, my knees went weak and I felt super loved.

Then he fussed over me the entire time, getting me water when I said I was thirsty, drawing the curtains and preparing the bed without me having to ask, hugging me every time I asked for it and making sure I took my painkillers before sleeping.

I must have been ultra irritating, talking non-stop and asking all sorts of weird questions. As it is, I normally already drive my boyfriend crazy with my relentless questions and endless demands for hugs and kisses. I can only imagine how much worse I was last night (or rather, this morning). Yes, you guessed right. Baby boyfriend did not lose his temper and grudgingly entertained me the whole time.

*contented sigh*

I have the bestest boyfriend in the whole wide world. :)

I don't want to title my entry.

Girls fantasize about marriage, I think. Well, at least I do, about my wedding.

I've always thought about that perfect dress, that perfect shoes, that perfect hair. I've always pictured that perfect scene.
And I've also always wanted to have my own house. No, I refuse to stay with parents, I don't care. I've spent all my life wishing I could live away from my parents, no way am I going to live the rest of it, wishing I could live away from yours. While I do love daddy, mummy and didi, it's totally frustrating at times, and I've come to the rational conclusion that I'd love them more if I didn't have to face that crap every day.

So you see, it's nothing to remark about when I say I think I've found the right person I really want to get married to. Then again, I rarely ever say AND really mean that. At the back of my mind, I actually, really think that I might end up a spinster, what with my many shortcomings.

But this Alvin Cheng...

It's been almost 2 years, and I freaking still have not gotten sick of him. In fact, I still get the butterflies in my stomach feeling when I look forward to seeing him. He has mellowed a lot for me and for the relationship, which is probably why I sometimes find his faults endearing.

I can totally see the rest of our lives laid out. Us lying in bed together and doing our own things; him fiddling with a not-the-latest-version gaming device, and me reading or watching tv. Every now and then I will make some random comment, which he will ignore. He will occasionally bite his nails or flick his pi sai in my direction. And then, either one of us will fart and the other person will 'eeee' damn loudly and attempt to outdo the smelliness.

I like. In actual fact, it's already like that right now, and I could live like that for the rest of my life.

It's no biggie then, me saying that I'm probably going to end up being Mrs Alvin Cheng in a few years. As much as I really feel that way, it just doesn't seem like a huge deal when a girl says she wants to marry a guy.


BUT! It's a whole new level when the GUY says it. And here comes the point of my entry.

The other day, Alvin Cheng told 2 friends that I'm THE ONE. (He said 'probably', but I'm going to ignore that.)

I'm still an shuang-ing from that. :):)

Yes, I know I could have skipped the entire boring introduction and just bold and enlarge "Alvin Cheng says he will be marrying me". :)

MC's

There are a few types of 'not feeling well'.

The first type is the 'so sick I feel like dying'. This happens to me once in a few months. Menstrual migraine (I don't cram, I migraine). Stomach flu and body aches.

The second type is the 'fml, so suay, I wanna die liao'. This happens to me once in a few DAYS. Fml. Diarrhoea. Flu. Vomiting.

The third type is the 'aftermath'. This is like freaking all the time. After diarrhoea-ing or sneezing the entire night, you know you're well enough to go to work but you're so freaking tired and all.

Guilty like fuck because I know by the time I'm done with this, it's late enough for me to warrant taking mc.

Guilty like fuck because it's the first day after CNY. I don't really know, but maybe I'm faking it. But I tmd am not faking my diarrhoea. Freaking was in the toilet half the night (but why am I explaining).

Sigh. Why I like that? Mummy says I'll be the first to go in a retrenchment exercise. And it's only the second and shortest month in the year.

The bf is getting disgusted with me. And to think I'm always telling him to be more responsible and go for classes.

I'm going to whine now and make my way to that spot near his right armpit. :(


-- Post From My Darling iPoot

Love

Love. Alvin Belloc Cheng. You.




That, is a nightlight that I begrudgingly stuck onto the wall on my last birthday. (Actually, what's the difference between begrudge and grudge? I think they're the same but I always use the former because it's longer; thus, more bombastic and showy.)

I almost fainted when Mr Cheng told me that was my birthday present. Come to think of it, I think he was the one who stuck the bloody thing there. I know I've always said I couldn't care less about how much my presents cost, but I thought everybody knew I was lying. A freaking $2-3 nightlight?! At that moment, scenes from my past birthdays flashed through my mind and it felt like I've reached lowest point of my dating life.

That feeling, of course, has all but faded from my mind (though I probably have to mention that Mr Cheng made up for it with a very belated Kate Spade wallet).

Fresh from the disgust of having just received the cheapest, most unromantic, boring, ugly and disappointing present ever, I failed to register when Mr Cheng explained the reasons behind it. Yes, I'm night-blinded and too freaking lazy to walk over to switch the light on.

So I guess, it ought not to come as a huge surprise when I say that the unsightly nightlight has been extremely useful since. I should think there isn't one night when I haven't used it.

When I need to go to the toilet..
When I need to look for the TV remote (which if you're following me on twitter, you'd have known it's missing again)..
When I need to manoeuvre my way out of the bed while Mr Cheng is sleeping..
When I need tissue..

I turned it on awhile ago to look for my blasted laggy phone and it suddenly struck me that Mr Cheng loves me very much. When he told me back then, about how he went out specially to get the nightlight and that the-loathsome-shit-stuck-on-my-wall was the only one he could find, I thought about how unnecessary it all was. I looked at it with unconcealed abhorrence and wanted nothing more than to get the entire birthday over and done with.

It takes a lot of love and a lot of care for Mr Cheng to have looked into such a small aspect of my life. He's the kind of person who does loads of practical shit stuff that are most often overlooked. Getting me the nightlight is just one in the list of silly things he does for me. The Cinderella bedsheet is another WTF moment.

Yes, I'm approaching the end of the post, and it's another 'I love my boyfriend shit'. (He just called from work, and it completely disrupted whatever inspiration I had.) Seriously, I'm really glad that after all the crap we throw at each other (which really isn't all that much), I still find reasons to stay in love with him day in and day out. On days, I'm still amazed to find myself in a relationship with him and yet at times, it feels like we've been together a long time.

Daddy asked about us getting married in the near future. Even Suratin remarked that we've been together 'quite long already'. I certainly want the rest of our lives to start soon. Till then, I hope my baby, the silly but thoughtful Mr Cheng, knows that I love him very much, that I'm more than satisfied with and extremely grateful for whatever I have with him now.

-- Post From My Darling iPoot