Monday, February 23, 2009'♥
it's hard to say when.
but there's this part of me within, that stopped breathing, and living some time back.
it burnt out.
and it so remains as it is, standing there, dissolving and forgotten with time.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009'♥
implicity,our relationship is quite morbid.
sharing a common interests to gun down zombies aside, he's always victimising himself and telling on me to my parents , which often renders me the irresponsible gf/daughter deserving of a verbal spanking. that said,I will also make that a mental note to accidentally step on him when he's sleeping or elbow his face in my sleep.
he unleashes his wrath with degenerative words like 'stupid' and 'big mouth', i will make sure i curse him with enough fucks on decibels his ears will go deaf.
when i refuse to acknowledge his presence and clearly see him next to nothingness, he takes on the car with a wreckless steering wheel.
it's clear we both have anger management issues but the thing is,on (somewhat)better days,knowing how anal i feel when alfie is infected with malware, he will fix it at the expense of a test the next day. despite me insisting that my pencil box was stolen when i actually misplaced it,he wanted to sponsor my new stationary supplies.
but what i realise most, is when he says nothing matters more to him but me and he has never complained doing anything and everything for me, it's really quite more than a love-hate relationship - he drives me so insanely and morbidly mad that i will laugh.
i love this man.
Saturday, February 14, 2009'♥
-lee hua-
i am smug . i am cocky . i am a super showoff.
AND THAT'S ALL BECAUSE I HAVE GOT A BESTESTBEST BOYFRIEND. :D
first thing first.
it's a totally unexpected surprise picnic at botanical gardens since he planned everything from scratch, from the preparation of food to keeping and hiding the surprise.like how he will keep on insisting that i sleep in and can only shower in his momsie's room , while he sneaks to the supermarket ,baked,grill,cook in the kitchen.
and of course coincidentally meeting my dad there who chauffeured us back home after our picnic.
then it's the $6XX diamond please. LIKE OMG. seriously , i almost hyperventilated seeing the stone. like seriously hyperventilated. it's no mega stone, a 0.2 carat square cut. but still, the generosity and sincerity counts okaye. 3rd. and no fancy dinners, no giant cheesy bouquets or fluffs for wussies. no stupid " i-am-going-to-smother-you-to-death" couples in the cinemas. and guess what we did, we spent our day in a lan shop in selegie playing LIVE 4 DEAD. THIS IS WHAT I CALL HAVING A GOOD TIME.
i guess, its knowing how he is never good at saying the things you will love to hear all the time, or do things that makes yr heart flutter, that gets to you when he goes all out of the way to treat you like a lady.
lovelove!
Thursday, February 12, 2009'♥
Saturday, February 07, 2009'♥
i weighed myself again this morning,and i am 40.5 kg. again. there's no way a weiging machine can lie to you for 5 days in a row right?
whatever it is, i feel light! haha!
i think of us alot lately.how it used to be, and how it is now.
its sad, though.
it could have been alot better.
'♥
//of contemplations.//
out of the blue tonight, she asked him," were you ever this happy in your life?"
his hands on the wheel, eyes fixated on the road, and without batting a eyelid, replied ," no...why?"
and she said ,as a matter of factly, " i am afraid it will change, this state of happiness and of us, like one day, something bad will just happen, and take it all away..."
she has never gotten used to having something so good.it is alittle inconceivable and almost , unbelievable.yet often she finds herself thinking, perhaps, it due time , perhaps it's her go at having something worthwhile again.
and she knows, she can never destroy something this beautiful.
Sunday, February 01, 2009'♥
i cant live like this.
i really cant.
stop saying you do , when you dont.
stop judging, stop pitying.
i need none of that.
i dealt with it long time ago.
and i dont need to deal with it. again.