Birthday dinner
I simply love it when he wears his DavidDoff Cool Water. This cologne has been my personal pick since my favourite butch bitch wore it when she was fourteen. A slight whiff of that distinctive masculine smell gets me high. Okay, iam intoxicated. And no, I don't think that sounds psychotic. I just love it! (:
I had jokingly mentioned years back that i'ii marry any pleasant-looking guy who has the ultimate DavidDoff scent. I don't know if i'ii marry him but i have certainly found my perfect significant other.
He turned 28 on wednesday. Friends have actually ask me go Zouking but i rejected them for cooking his dinner takes top priority! He seldom celebrate his birthdays as he was often overseas. Yes, iam still counting my lucky stars that he was in Singapore for his 28th.
It has been a long while since i touched the stove. Boy was i anxious that the food might turn out badly. Iknow the picture aint that fabulous but that was afterall a simple meal. No candle light. No sophisticated western cuisine. No red wine. Just a plain bowl of corn-bak kut soup, onions with egg and teriyaki chicken. It was much effort taken to cook everything and he seemed happy at my culinary skills.
; Dinner
; Savoring my dinner.
; Rasberry Seduction
; The love of my life. We both looked shagged. Alvin came over after his dive stint at West Coast. And ya, i was au natural. No makeup. Nothing.
And no, his stomach is stilll fine thank you. My food is pretty much edible given that i used to cook and bake for my friends and family. Speaking of which, I intend to do some baking next week or something. Getting in touch with my domestic skills prolly gives me some assurance that iam also house-wife material in future. yknow, it has always been my dream to balance between being a careerwoman and a capable housewife. Haha.
yknow, he told me that he felt weird at how i celebrated his birthday. Why, i really don't know. It was a simple affair. Dinner, cutting cake and chilling out at my home sofa.
That chilling out part was funny. Both of us were feeling so nolstagia. We were sitting in the exact position, similar to that day of December 3rd. Except that the atmosphere not that lo-matic anymore. The feeling was more of comfort, familiarity, stableness and playfulness. Ya, we cushion-fought.
Anyway, mom and dad gave him ang pow. I think that was thoughtful of them. I know my parents adore him. Even though they didnt express it out verbally. I could just sense it (: Anyway, hope you enjoyed my foodie ,love.
I had jokingly mentioned years back that i'ii marry any pleasant-looking guy who has the ultimate DavidDoff scent. I don't know if i'ii marry him but i have certainly found my perfect significant other.
He turned 28 on wednesday. Friends have actually ask me go Zouking but i rejected them for cooking his dinner takes top priority! He seldom celebrate his birthdays as he was often overseas. Yes, iam still counting my lucky stars that he was in Singapore for his 28th.
It has been a long while since i touched the stove. Boy was i anxious that the food might turn out badly. Iknow the picture aint that fabulous but that was afterall a simple meal. No candle light. No sophisticated western cuisine. No red wine. Just a plain bowl of corn-bak kut soup, onions with egg and teriyaki chicken. It was much effort taken to cook everything and he seemed happy at my culinary skills.
; Dinner
; Savoring my dinner.
; Rasberry Seduction
; The love of my life. We both looked shagged. Alvin came over after his dive stint at West Coast. And ya, i was au natural. No makeup. Nothing.
And no, his stomach is stilll fine thank you. My food is pretty much edible given that i used to cook and bake for my friends and family. Speaking of which, I intend to do some baking next week or something. Getting in touch with my domestic skills prolly gives me some assurance that iam also house-wife material in future. yknow, it has always been my dream to balance between being a careerwoman and a capable housewife. Haha.
yknow, he told me that he felt weird at how i celebrated his birthday. Why, i really don't know. It was a simple affair. Dinner, cutting cake and chilling out at my home sofa.
That chilling out part was funny. Both of us were feeling so nolstagia. We were sitting in the exact position, similar to that day of December 3rd. Except that the atmosphere not that lo-matic anymore. The feeling was more of comfort, familiarity, stableness and playfulness. Ya, we cushion-fought.
Anyway, mom and dad gave him ang pow. I think that was thoughtful of them. I know my parents adore him. Even though they didnt express it out verbally. I could just sense it (: Anyway, hope you enjoyed my foodie ,love.
|7:56 PM|
dearest's birthday
a quick post for today.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!
You know how you always brings joy to my life (: smuacks!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HONEY!
You know how you always brings joy to my life (: smuacks!
|11:48 PM|
aftermath of exams
The aftermath of exams.
WZ, Jacinta, Pam, Mabel and myself gave ourselves a good treat at Sakae. Iam gonna miss the two lasses, WZ and Jacinta as they have been with me this semester and really, those times with them were simply fabulous. Thank you babes. We all proceeded to watch our own movies. Alvin and i caught "Take the Lead". It was really good and if you love salsa, rumba, foxtrot, go watch that. Antonio Bandaras had me drooling. What can i say, i love older men (:
Alvin and i sat at McCafe (yes, again) for a long chat. Sis is always amused by how much we can talk. But really, we talk about everything under the sun. Topics ranging from serious issues - how we can both contribute/sacrifice to improve our relationship to lame issues - scrutinising and criticising the people sitting beside him. To him, it is always a constructive feedback. Not criticism.
Iam feeling soo revitalized now. And to think iwas nearly drowned by my stats notes last sunday. Believe me, smu certainly don't scrimp on papers. I cant imagine the number of trees that were used to print our stuff and Tomoki has fully utilize the spaces in his seminar notes. Rats, tree-killer!
looking rather unglam in my VeGood tee. drowned in the sea of papers. Read: STATS papers. My typical day mugging at home.
Digressing to another issue. i had initially refused to blog about this incident but falling twice really got me thinking on how my bum just love to kiss the floor.
The first time i fell on my bum was at Lau Pat Sat, outside mouse's Little Flower Shop. It was her shop's opening and she catered buffet. Sis and Alvin were bickering. And i, as usual, was sitting between them. To get out of the bickering, i started shifting my chair backwards. Chair wasnt sturdy alright. It made me fell on my bum. In front of 20+ folks.
Sis and Alvin stopped bickering. Both turned and stared at me. I was suddenly being thrown into the limelight for 5 secs. Please, i don't want to be in this 5-sec of fame. That time, i really wanna dug one hole and hide myself forever. So malu can.
The second time was at his home. Iwas studying on his bed and i never realised that iwas sitting at the edge of his mattress. When i finally finished my revision, i got up but somehow, i slided off the side. Everything happened too fast and when i caught my breath, iwas already on the floor. Yknow, he was eating his icecream when i fell. He witnessed the entire scene. He saw how elegantly and sloooowwly i had slided off the edge. To think iwas still shouting for help from him. When he held me up, I could just sense that snigger from him. Guess he found it funny la. Evil.
Anyway, his birthday is tommorow and i thought he will be leaving for Viet last week. So i celebrated an his birthday early. Didnt have enough time to get artistic for his present. Was busy preparing for exams. Gotten him Nautica tees as i thought that was practical and safe gifts. He loves them and i think that's all that matters (:
WZ, Jacinta, Pam, Mabel and myself gave ourselves a good treat at Sakae. Iam gonna miss the two lasses, WZ and Jacinta as they have been with me this semester and really, those times with them were simply fabulous. Thank you babes. We all proceeded to watch our own movies. Alvin and i caught "Take the Lead". It was really good and if you love salsa, rumba, foxtrot, go watch that. Antonio Bandaras had me drooling. What can i say, i love older men (:
Alvin and i sat at McCafe (yes, again) for a long chat. Sis is always amused by how much we can talk. But really, we talk about everything under the sun. Topics ranging from serious issues - how we can both contribute/sacrifice to improve our relationship to lame issues - scrutinising and criticising the people sitting beside him. To him, it is always a constructive feedback. Not criticism.
Iam feeling soo revitalized now. And to think iwas nearly drowned by my stats notes last sunday. Believe me, smu certainly don't scrimp on papers. I cant imagine the number of trees that were used to print our stuff and Tomoki has fully utilize the spaces in his seminar notes. Rats, tree-killer!
looking rather unglam in my VeGood tee. drowned in the sea of papers. Read: STATS papers. My typical day mugging at home.
Digressing to another issue. i had initially refused to blog about this incident but falling twice really got me thinking on how my bum just love to kiss the floor.
The first time i fell on my bum was at Lau Pat Sat, outside mouse's Little Flower Shop. It was her shop's opening and she catered buffet. Sis and Alvin were bickering. And i, as usual, was sitting between them. To get out of the bickering, i started shifting my chair backwards. Chair wasnt sturdy alright. It made me fell on my bum. In front of 20+ folks.
Sis and Alvin stopped bickering. Both turned and stared at me. I was suddenly being thrown into the limelight for 5 secs. Please, i don't want to be in this 5-sec of fame. That time, i really wanna dug one hole and hide myself forever. So malu can.
The second time was at his home. Iwas studying on his bed and i never realised that iwas sitting at the edge of his mattress. When i finally finished my revision, i got up but somehow, i slided off the side. Everything happened too fast and when i caught my breath, iwas already on the floor. Yknow, he was eating his icecream when i fell. He witnessed the entire scene. He saw how elegantly and sloooowwly i had slided off the edge. To think iwas still shouting for help from him. When he held me up, I could just sense that snigger from him. Guess he found it funny la. Evil.
Anyway, his birthday is tommorow and i thought he will be leaving for Viet last week. So i celebrated an his birthday early. Didnt have enough time to get artistic for his present. Was busy preparing for exams. Gotten him Nautica tees as i thought that was practical and safe gifts. He loves them and i think that's all that matters (:
|2:58 PM|
fourth month anniversary and reminiscing on the past
just the other day, i pondered.
What is exactly going on in my 21 years of living in this lifetime?
At a tender age of 6, i had my heart broken by David. He was my pre-school partner. That time, i found him really charming. His hair was rather long but neat! I actually have this sneaky suspicion that his mom used the entire bottle of gel to ensure that not one strand of his hair falls out of place. Anyway, he liked my best friend. When the school bell rang, I remembered running up to hug dad. But he was sooo tall. I managed to hug his thighs instead. (imagine how short i was) He never knew what i was babbling about. Think he was just racking his brains on how to pacify his brawling daughter who was making a scene outside PAP Gengis Ave.
At age 10, i remembered being slapped by my form teacher. The reason was so lame. She claimed that my sentence have no "full-stop". Some punctuation problem anyway. Because of this, i gotten 2 tight slaps concurrently; both on my left and right cheeks. My good friend wasn't spared either. Cause she didn't write "comma"!! I went home feeling angry. As usual, confided in sis. And to make the whole story look realistic, i demo it on my sis. Ya, i gave her two slaps too. Haha. How retarded of me la. She gave me a lashing first before complaining to dad.
At age 11, i began falling in love. And it was a quiet admiration which lasted for 4 years. As i grad and went on to secondary school, that feeling of infatuation never changed. I was pining everyday. We were in different schools and i could only get to see her during tuitions. That infatuation was lost when i was 14. That time, i seemed to be battling with my own sexuality. I never realised that i was a bisexual.
I was pretty stressed out with school work at one point that i trimmed off my locks and opt for a boyish-cut. Think dad noticed my changes and constantly yelled at me to behave properly. To become more feminine, that is. To get things straight, i have never thought of becoming a lesbian or something. Even though i have many friends who were at that time. Yes, i had succumbed to peer pressure and environmental changes. But not totally. I was just having harmless infatuations.
At age 17, i went through a couple of dates and gotten to know a few guys whom sis introduced. One of which was Mister Ho. And i had my first taste of what relationship was all about. Won't bring him up. Memories were bitter-sweet. More of bitter actually. Luckily the days at poly made up for everything. POLY WAS FUN la.
imisspolydays
At age 20, i met this fabulous guy. Four months have passed and we are still very much loving. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for being able to compromise. Remember our "you give more and i demand less" pact? (: Thanks for giving me this chance to experience what true love is all about. Thank to you and sis for pulling me up from the lowest point in my life. It is not the gifts which you bought for me that matters. It is not your past that matters. It is not what others thought of you that matters.
The only thing that matters is you, your red bean soup, your tau suan, your pi pa gao and the bottle of sea-shells and salt crystals filled with candle wax. That is all that matters darling.
Smile more for me and i'ii be even more happy.
Happy Anniversary dearest <3
What is exactly going on in my 21 years of living in this lifetime?
At a tender age of 6, i had my heart broken by David. He was my pre-school partner. That time, i found him really charming. His hair was rather long but neat! I actually have this sneaky suspicion that his mom used the entire bottle of gel to ensure that not one strand of his hair falls out of place. Anyway, he liked my best friend. When the school bell rang, I remembered running up to hug dad. But he was sooo tall. I managed to hug his thighs instead. (imagine how short i was) He never knew what i was babbling about. Think he was just racking his brains on how to pacify his brawling daughter who was making a scene outside PAP Gengis Ave.
At age 10, i remembered being slapped by my form teacher. The reason was so lame. She claimed that my sentence have no "full-stop". Some punctuation problem anyway. Because of this, i gotten 2 tight slaps concurrently; both on my left and right cheeks. My good friend wasn't spared either. Cause she didn't write "comma"!! I went home feeling angry. As usual, confided in sis. And to make the whole story look realistic, i demo it on my sis. Ya, i gave her two slaps too. Haha. How retarded of me la. She gave me a lashing first before complaining to dad.
At age 11, i began falling in love. And it was a quiet admiration which lasted for 4 years. As i grad and went on to secondary school, that feeling of infatuation never changed. I was pining everyday. We were in different schools and i could only get to see her during tuitions. That infatuation was lost when i was 14. That time, i seemed to be battling with my own sexuality. I never realised that i was a bisexual.
I was pretty stressed out with school work at one point that i trimmed off my locks and opt for a boyish-cut. Think dad noticed my changes and constantly yelled at me to behave properly. To become more feminine, that is. To get things straight, i have never thought of becoming a lesbian or something. Even though i have many friends who were at that time. Yes, i had succumbed to peer pressure and environmental changes. But not totally. I was just having harmless infatuations.
At age 17, i went through a couple of dates and gotten to know a few guys whom sis introduced. One of which was Mister Ho. And i had my first taste of what relationship was all about. Won't bring him up. Memories were bitter-sweet. More of bitter actually. Luckily the days at poly made up for everything. POLY WAS FUN la.
imisspolydays
At age 20, i met this fabulous guy. Four months have passed and we are still very much loving. Thanks for not giving up on me. Thanks for being able to compromise. Remember our "you give more and i demand less" pact? (: Thanks for giving me this chance to experience what true love is all about. Thank to you and sis for pulling me up from the lowest point in my life. It is not the gifts which you bought for me that matters. It is not your past that matters. It is not what others thought of you that matters.
The only thing that matters is you, your red bean soup, your tau suan, your pi pa gao and the bottle of sea-shells and salt crystals filled with candle wax. That is all that matters darling.
Smile more for me and i'ii be even more happy.
Happy Anniversary dearest <3
|8:18 PM|