wicked flu

The moment I had my first sneeze in the morning I knew I’ve been bitten by the bloody bug flu.

Today is horrific. I couldn’t concentrate on work due to the non-stop sneezing. On top of that I had to deal with so many crap and stupid people. Jeez…what a lousy day.

Everything seem so wrong today.  People are less friendly and less approachable in the office. But it’s alright because I understand that the world is a reflection of how I feel inside. And trust me, I feel so fucked up inside nobody would want to be in my shoe.

choices in life

We had one of those talks again. About his insecurities and his fear, about his future and ours. I listened and I understood. But I wanted to know where are we at this point of life.

Are we friends with benefits?
No. Because we are not fuck buddies

Are we just friends?
No. We are more than friends

I could have felt very upset with him (or me). I could have fled and not wanting to have anything with all these uncertainties…But I choose to stay with him, to hold his hand and assure him that his lost of direction is only momentarily, to hug him tight when he sleeps at night :)

This is the choice I make. I want to be with him.

the day before monday

Aaaah…Sunday. The days that comes before Monday. Monday, my favorite day…the day that I look forward to weekends with him.

I arrived at KL at 9am. A sudden urge of wanting to see him had me running over to his place – to find him waiting for me at his door with a cereal bowl in his hand. The familiar scent of his while I wrap my arms around him sends me to heaven and back.

I missed him. Undoubtly.

He made me coffee with his expresso machine – the one that the other woman wanted to marry him for. Soon after I was done with the coffee, we jumped into his comfty king size bed and lazed around until I got so sick of watching episode after episodes of The Nanny on Hallmark channel.

I started to feel a bit cranky lazing around for 6 long hours. My darling had a hang over and I can’t possibly drag him to my Sunday’s vanila latte ritual.
I would have been damned to find him moaning helplessly in bed (While me with a different agenda) if not for his sensitivity and his promises to watch his alcohol intake.

I want him to live healty for many many years to come. With me. Not too much to ask for right?

I love you baby.

him

The past few weeks has been awfully drenched at work but romantically satisfying with a wonderful man! It’s been only 3 weeks but the path we are walking seems like it has been forever :)

I “love” this man. The man that thinks I am a wonderful woman to be with, a man that proclaim to God that “I am so sweet” when we hug each other under his heavenly pearl-white duvet and a man who told me that he doesn’t wanna rush things because he wants to keep me for a very long time…

He is a great man who accomplished and will continue to accomplish a lot of great things in life. And me…will be the one that strive for my own sets of accomplishment as I stand beside him.