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you know what i do after exams...

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breakfast

men, they are attracted to new things,

women, they always reminiscent the past.

i am no exception. 

i am so bored from studying, i needed a break so badly, 

so i went flipping through our old photo album.

originally i had wanted to search for the every first photo we took together, 

but instead, i found this. 

somehow, the same warm feeling is back again. 

i think it was the fist or second month of even week into our relationship, 

and one day, he meet me for breakfast to gave me this before i went off to work.

he said, because where i intern was at the other end of Singapore, 

i had to get up extra early to be on time, so he made this just in case i was hungry on the way. 

he said, i know you love green tea stuff, so that swiss roll was specially bought to pacify my taste-buds.

because its my first time being someone's girlfriend, 

because its my first time...

there were so many things that were new, 

that i had to get used to, 

that i would like to savour slowly and enjoy the process thoroughly.

i was shocked beyond words by how sweet he could be. 

18months on, 

i look back, and i think this journey together with you is simply amazing, 

from being strangers, 

to being friends, 

to close friends, 

to being a couple, 

to being comfortable being around each other, 

to being who we are, even in our worst state, 

to simply sharing every little thing with each other.

i never knew there will be such a day, 

i'll feel so at ease being with someone other than my parents, 

i never knew there will be a day, 

someone will love me like this, 

so many things, 

i never knew. 

but you, 

showed me them. 

有一条路

也许随着年日的加增，

越来越能体会， 行走这条天国的路是条窄路，

但愿， 靠着那加给我力量的主，

这一生我都不放弃行走这条路。

这时的我， 多想俯伏在您跟前，

告诉我， 我当如何行，

才能讨您的欢心？

我当怎么办？！？

我心中的苦楚， 唯您明白！

UNI style fit

saw some classmates using such pretty pens

and it got me all so crazy over them because they simply look too chic not to own one myself too!

 i love the poka dots design. so cute!

 so chic dont you think so?!?

 i got the blue one because thats the only one i could find after visiting quite a few bookstalls. 

 i read on some reviews that there are 102 refills to choose from.

they come in a variety of shades: 

black, browns, blues, purples, greens, reds, oranges, pinks, yellows. 

to make it better, 

there are 5 different type of fineness to pick from, 

all of them are are gel ink, only .7 and 1. barrels are ball points - jeststeam.

pleasant surprise for me. i love jetsteam, they make me write so fast.
i love the speed jetstream gives me.

i love the combination i picked :

.7blue, .5pink, .5lime green. 

i text my boyfriend after i bought my new toy, and he called me back saying this:

'poka dots again! your clothes are poka dots, now even your pens! you love poka dots a lot huh? thats why you love me right? because i have lots of poka dots too - my pimpled face! ' 

totally brighten up my day!

of course thats a joke, its not true that i love he because he has pimples, 

but because he is who he is, 

since pimples' part of him, so i'll love them.

but then again, i nag. 

HAHA!!!

18th monthsary

18 months... ...

i dont know why, 

but i just feel 18 months is something special.

so here's some photos of us together at waraku de pasta 

for our 18th monthsary mini celebration 

the first time we took photos together since coming back from russia. 

thats L.O.N.G!!!

 this set is really really worth it, $24+, good to fill 2 tummies!

 pardon the horrible cam-whoring skills. 

 to end off, 

of course i must show a photo of us together, 

pardon the really tired face, 

we had a super long day in church. 

just some thoughts

 even if you dont like the music i play, 

you will choose to let me play a lullaby for you before you sleep, 

because you love me, 

you love my everything. 

in times of trouble, i know there is always a strong shoulder that will carry me through. 

*this photo is taken during the recent Thailand floods. 

for my dearest boyfriend

My husband is an Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband, is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce.

“Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times.

My feeling of disappointment only increased, here was a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me:” What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right, it’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him.

Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered : “Here is the question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind, Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said :” I will give you your answer tomorrow….” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes….

My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further..” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you. You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails,and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.. ” My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading…

“Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rush to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread…. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness.

Love shows up in all forms, even very small and cheeky forms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form.. . flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

boyfriend shirt-skirt

such a cool idea, i feel like trying it out someday.

boyfriend! give me your shirt!

*but i think it might end up too huge for me ):