Stay home friday.

I gave up the idea of turning up for ad's party because of this annoying essay which is due Monday. Well, not just that, I've soooo much more to do cause next week, I've three freaking presentations from Tuesday to Thursday and then two tutorial papers due Friday. Thank God I've P to share my workload with, else I can just forget about graduating this August.

I never knew how it is to actually have someone to do or help you out with your homework until now.. and it sure feels good. It's like I can count on P for everything (well, almost), he's such a gem. Aye, I really don't know how I can thank him enough... we'll see. Anyway, Zara sales is on, cannot wait to hit the stores next weekend! X

Being a woman kinda sucks.

Mobile blogging cause my cramps is killing me and there's no way I could sit in front of my computer and not feel distracted by this excruciating pain. I wish menstruation doesn't exist, or at least doesn't hurt at all. It's really bothersome and I have an insane amount of work to do, my head is exploding with stress, fatigue and pain altogether. I think it's only going to blow up at midnight, well, great at least there'll be glitter dust and pony scraps all over my bed. Yeaaah right.

Happy birthday baby (and daddy)!

It's approximately 90 minutes to the end of your very special day, I hope you are enjoying yourself with the boys. Sorry I didn't plan anything extraordinary, no cards.. no fancy party/meal.. just CC and me. But I promise that this day will be spectacular next year, and it's only gonna get better each year as we progress in this relationship.

I love you very, very much my silly creature <3

Just married.

It was Laura's big day last Saturday and my first time attending a church wedding. The entire ceremony was beautiful; the exchange of vows and rings, the walk down the aisle, the timeless expression of the newlyweds and not forgetting, their gorgeous outfits. 

I then thought to myself, when will it be my turn? I'm pretty sure everyone has an ideal age that they want to marry and/or have kids unless they do not have an intention to or are not able to due to the very conservative country that we unfortunately live in. Well, I think I will be ready in say, 5 to 6 years time? And hopefully, the one that I will be reciting my vows to, is none other than P.

Speaking of which, he is finally gonna be back tonight! Oh. My. God. I cannot explain how excited and delirious I am, because I've been looking forward to this day since god knows when, and the past two days have been absolutely hell. Triple yays for I will be lonely no more! X

P.

5 more days to conquer. I've yet to hear from you since yesterday morning, I hope you and the boys are doing well. I've missed you so much, p :( Let this be the first and last time we'll ever be apart, in different countries.

Hit me up soon. X

The Definition of Love, by Ryan O'connell.

You can stop taking quizzes in Cosmo. Here’s what love really is.

Love is still wanting to hold someone after you climax. After the initial euphoria from the orgasm wears off, you’re replaced with a sense of calm rather than a panic. You don’t want to search for your clothes, scramble to find your keys and figure out the best way to tell them, “See ya later forever!” You’re fine with chilling out in bed with the person and maybe ordering pad thai later.

Love is unattractive. It can expose our worst traits: Jealousy, irrational fears, heated anger; the gang’s all here! While it can bring out compassion and tenderness, it can also make you behave like the ugliest version of yourself. That can be okay for a little while, but love with real longevity should be like a xanax rather than an adderall.

Love is not afraid to be schmaltzy. There’s a reason why the most popular love songs are so lyrically simple. You can drown it in metaphors all you want but love usually boils down to, “You make me so happy. I want to hold your hand. I just want u 2 be mine 4ever!” You can be a 50-year-old linguistics professor at Columbia University and still find something to relate to in a Mariah Carey ballad if you’re in love because the feelings are so universal. It’s humbling, isn’t it? No matter who you are or what your background is, love can reduce you to Mariah Carey mush.

Love is an all-consuming drug. It gives us these natural highs we’ve only read about in books or heard in songs. It’s addictive. It’s what keeps us going to bars, drinking glasses of wine, going to that stupid house party in Bushwick; it’s all for the possibility of finding love. In the wrong hands, love can be dangerous and scary. If someone lacks a healthy foundation, love can kill. All of these crimes you read about in the newspapers are usually linked to passionate love. “I did it because I loved them just…too much.”

Love is not what our parents had. In high school, you never wanted to think about your mother and father having once slept with people in the backseat of cars and feeling warm and happy. That would make it feel less special and young. It would make love have less to do with you when, EXCUSE ME, it has EVERYTHING to do with you.

Love is getting drunk with your significant other at a party and taking a cab home with your bodies intertwined. You feel safest in these moments, the most secure. Entering a social gathering with someone who loves you is the biggest security blanket. People leave the party as a parade of droopy expressions and sad cocktail dresses. But not you. “Sorry guys, I’m in love! I’m taking a car!”

Love is fucking stupid. Love is fucking smart. Love is about betraying yourself, of compromising your ideals for someone else’s approval. That’s actually the bad kind of love, but I guess it all blurs together when you’re young or when you’re old or when you don’t love yourself.

Love is your significant other telling you about their favorite album and then making a point to fall in love with it on your own. Love is wondering why your better half loves certain things. You think you can find remnants of them in their favorite films, books and songs, but you usually can’t.

Love is finding yourself feeling protective over someone else’s well-being Love is being incensed with rage when someone or something has done your lover wrong.

Love is wanting your partner to cum. And if they can’t, just say, “That’s okay. I’m enjoying this.” It might be bullshit, but they’ll be orgasming in the next five minutes. Trust me.

Love isn’t always marriage. Marriage is spending $60,000 so everyone can know that someone loves you. You know what’s certainly not love? Debt. In some cases, love can be divorce.

Love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. Love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. Love is not passive. Love is “Don’t fucking touch me right now.” Love is “Who the FUCK were you talking to?” Love is sometimes hating yourself for a second. Love is hate. Period. Indifference is the real killer of love and the true antithesis.

When love leaves you, you should be lying on your bathroom floor with no resolve. You’re smoking cigarettes in the bathtub and crying about everything bad that’s ever happened.

Love is someone seeing the beauty in you and wanting to bask in it every day all day. Love is not guaranteed. We are not owed love. That’s why when we get it, we know how lucky we are and hold on to it for dear life.

So, yeah. That’s what love is. 


(Taken from Thoughtcatalog.com)

Inseparable

P and I have been hanging out so much these days, it's almost impossible to find time for anyone or anything else. I can just watch him sleep soundly on my bed, and forget the existence of every other living and non-living matter.

But nothing is forever, and this is no exception. He will be leaving the country next Thursday and for the very first time, we will be miles apart, separated by distance, time and space for a good 6 days. I don't really want to start imagining how the days will be like without his presence.. I just hope for him to be safe and happy.

Make the most out of this gift/trip, make it the best one you've ever had. Because you deserve it, more importantly, you deserve to be happy. I will look forward to your return, but for now, let's stay inseparable.



X

K.

Prive with K on separate occasions.

Most of which we've ordered are worth trying for those who have yet to!

*Eggs Royale

*Chocolate Crunch Milkshake
*Luscious Chocolate Peanutbutter Crunch Cake (This is available at half price on weekdays, 3-6pm!)

Trio of mini Wagyu Burgers (On second thought, this was just average!)
Frangelico Ice Cream Profiteroles (Disappointing portion size, would recommend the one at PS cafe instead.)

Brunetti last Sunday.

We were only satisfied with the ice cream; Belgium Chocolate and Cookies.
Both the grilled chicken sandwich and cream puff were absolutely disappointing, the former was lacking in flavour while the latter was rather solid/hard/painful to swallow altogether (okay, I kinda exaggerated).
Nevertheless, Brunetti offers a very wide selection of cakes, pastries and ice cream. Perhaps we got the wrong orders this time, I'm sure K and I will giving this place a second chance.

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Reasons why I've stopped partying or why I will only do so if P is joining:

1) Partying is for singles. I think it's pointless now that I am attached.
2) I made a pact with P (Don't get me wrong, I am actually very happy to have this pact).
3) I've had enough of alcohol. The amount I had last year is enough to sustain me for the next decade, maybe two.
4) Partying is a waste of money (and calories). I prefer to spend both my money and calories wisely on cakes and clothes, and holidays and gifts.
5) Partying will only destroy our relationship. I've seen so many examples of couples partying on their own (without their partners), only to end up quarreling or/and breaking up. Honestly, I cherish this relationship more than anything else in this world (it's two more days to our 8-month!) and obviously I will not do anything to sabotage it. It will be plain stupidity.

Okay, it's time to get ready for school, toodles! X