Pacey's Tots

2014 was a very eventful roller coaster year filled with ups and downs, both at work and in my personal life.

At work, due to departures, I had a new section head and 2 new team leads. Separations aren't easy, and working chemistries and bonds have to be rebuilt.

In my personal life, I got married to the love of my life on our 10th anniversary. I couldn't have the wedding in my dream setting/location, so I had to settle for less and found Regent Hotel, who could bring the garden into the hotel ballroom. It was a crazy tiring day. It didn't help that the hubs was puking the whole night and the rented suit and shirt was stained with vomit... But all was good in the end thanks to my brilliant laundry skills *flips hair* and we still managed to get back the full deposit.

Then, I lost my granduncle... He may be my half granduncle and stays in Selangor, Malaysia, but distance (be it in blood relations or in actual kilometres) doesn't reduce the hurt of losing him. I vividly remember how doting and caring he was to everyone around him. There was once during the school holidays while I was still in primary school and we had a family trip in. I didn't have any appetite for dinner. So knowing that I shared the love of durians with him, he took out his basket of durians, sat down with me and told me that we are going to have durians for dinner. I don't like unripe durians and loved only ripe ones. For me, durians must be creamy and not crunchy. When we opened one which was unripe, he would say lovingly in Cantonese to leave it for him while taking another one out from the basket for me to open. So there we were, sitting on the floor, opening one durian shell after another.
And he could pass off as George Lam's, a Hong Kong singer, twin or long lost brother. I kid you not. He looks really like George Lam.
Now writing this, I can still hear his voice and remember his expressions in my head...

And then the retirement of Derek Jeter. Why oh why...

Moving into 2015, life seems a little rosier. Collected keys for our new flat and now we are awaiting to welcome a new addition into the family come September. 2 new chapters await...

In the meantime, I am having weird cravings in the span of just 1 week.
Just other night, I was craving for Blackball grass jelly really badly. I could even smell it and taste it.
And just a few minutes ago, I craved for Coke. I hardly drink carbonated drinks and even when I do, the preference is Pepsi or Root Beer. But I craved for blardi Coke... Perhaps the kid takes after Papa...

Oh yes, and Man United is no longer in mid-table this season following the sacking of Moyes and appointment of van Gaal. Yes, 2015 should continue to be just as rosy.

Most of you would know by now that the bf irritates me, to the point that sometimes I suspect he has never irritated anyone before in his entire life and thus vent out his irritating-ness onto me...

Here's what happened a few weeks back...
Bf: Why are they digging the ground there?
Me: Maybe they want to put the foundation thingy?
Bf: Then when put make up?
Me: Huh?
Bf: Put foundation already then must put make up mah...

Here's what happened yesterday on the bus...
Bf: Ask you ah, in winter, what do you call a Comfort cab in Korea?
Me: Winter Sonata
Bf: Y you so clever?
Me: (Gave him the duh look)
Bf: (Turn the aircon vent towards me) Very cold rite? (Smiles happily like a little boy)

Some say love is blind... To me, no matter how much he irritates me, makes my blood boil, and no matter how many bad habits he has, I can open one eye, close one eye. I would be fierce at him one minute because of all these, but the very next minute, I'm no longer angry, pissed and in fact I might even be trying to pretend to be angry or pissed.

But now, may I also add that love is deaf... Not that the Dearest cannot hold a tune, but he snores, real real loud sometimes. And yet, I still can fall asleep beside him. To me, his snores are like a lullaby, putting me to sleep at times. Sometimes when we are not sleeping over at each other's place, I would actually miss his snores.

In a week's time, it would be the 4th year since we first got together. Time really flies. Looking back, 4 years seem to be just yesterday... Sometimes I can't believe we would have gone this far because of my illness. Really have to Thank God...

The Dearest is having his reservist which started on Wednesday. Did not manage to see him for the past 3 days only till just now...

Heart pain, I tell you... Dear look so tired lor... Then his face looked sharper also. *ouch* But his belly is still existing! Thanks goodness for that! So still very huggable! hurhurhur...

But in 3 days, he's tanner and he definately looks cuter now... Hehe... *swoons*

Ok everyone, stop puking already! Can cut me some slack? 3 days never see him, miss him deep deep mah... hehe!

Sometimes I really feel like knocking him hard on the head for his irritating-ness. I guess most of you already know who he is...
Anyway, here are some conversations that took place in the past week...

1) We were talking about why some kinda girls only appeal to some kinda guys...
Dear: Guys like that girlfriends to be presentable, so can bring out mah. Like trophy like that.
Me: So I am trophy lah.
Dear: Something like that lah.
Me(Starting to get irritated already): Than I what kinda of looks, what kinda trophy?
Dear: Erm, that kinda girl-next-door look lor.
Me: I don't look like your neighbour mah.
Dear: But the look is different one.
Then he took one of my friends and say that her look is the "upper-class girl-next door" look and that she has a different kinda look compared to my "girl-next-door" look.
Me: But I still don't get it leh.
Dear: Got the village girl, 土乡, look.
Me: So it's the country girl look lah?
Dear: Something like that, very hard to describe lah.
...Say I look toot say so lah...

2) I slept over at his place the other day. We met up at slightly past midnight, on the morning of 24th.
Dear: Happy Birthday!
I was so damn happy lah, because this guy sometimes damn goondu one. BUT when we went for lunch the next day...
Dear: Today what date ah?
Me: You asking me? How can you forget my birthday?
Dear:i know today your birthday and it's on 24th, but just cannot connect.
...Somehow, Dear's brain is wired differently from us, the normal human beings...

3) I finished my paper and we were having lunch just now. He was telling me about his friends getting married and they got together around the same time as us.
Me: Wah, they so fast get married ah?
Dear: Ok lah, we together 3 years coming October right?
I stared at him.
Dear: Not 3 meh? 3 or 4?
...dot dot dot...

4) Today I felt we had kinda good telepathy. Over lunch just now, we were talking about the kopitiam stored-value card and the discounts for each different kinda card. He said something while I was having food in my mouth. So I twisted my index finger and middle back and forth.
Dear: Yah lah, reverse one.
Me: Wah, you know what I mean ah?
Dear: Yah lah, I clever one.
Me: Your 10-years-series throw away liao ah? In this case should say, of course, I understand you mah.
Dear: 把到了(Get already), 10-years-series still keep for what?
...Pure irritating-ness...

I can't believe it. In about 24 hours time, I'm on the plane, leaving Singapore for LA! I'm excited yet not that excited.

It is the first time I'm going to the US. Never ever been to Disneyland, Hollywood, Beverly Hills, Fisherman's Wharf, Vegas, etc and I'm going to visit these places in about 3 weeks time after my classes are done in Oklahoma. Holidaying is fun. Who doesn't like to go on a holiday!
But I will not be seeing Dear for the next 6 weeks. Dear has bought a webcam, so technically I can see him. But still, I will miss him... For the past few days, I have been like a leech, wanting to spend every single day with him. Sigh...

Will definately try to update this blog whenever I can.

Blame it on my sensitivity and insecurity which have been with me for years.

I gotta admit you are quite a good catch albeit being a little round.
Although I do know there is no one else, it does not help that sometimes you would mention "find er nai".
Although I do know you love me only, it does not help that sometimes you mention that so many other girls out there would want you and can maybe consider.

Whenever I ask if you will not want me, ambiguous answers like "consider lah" does not help pacify a wondering insecure mind. You say I keep asking and it is very tiresome, but what are the answers are you giving me? Sometimes I have to ask a few times in a row before you give a reluctant "want lah".
Have you ever wondered if you had not given any ambiguous answer in the beginning, I would not keep asking.

Through your actions, I know how much you care about for me and love me, but your egoistic mouth says otherwise. It is because of the question marks that you give me then I would feel insecure. And now you are scolding me because I feel insecure.
You say you can't keep pacifying me, but it takes 2 hands to clap and it is a cause and effect thingy. I know you are too egoistic to say "I love you", but sometimes I really need real answers from you mah.

I can stop feeling insecure but it takes time.
I can stop feeling insecure but you have to stop the question marks.
I can stop feeling insecure if I stop doubting myself that I am good enough.
I can stop feeling insecure if you would lessen the words that would lead me to think that there are other girls that you can choose from.

From day 1, you know I am sensitive and insecure. I know you don't mean it, I know I'm being sensitive and insecure. It is not that I do not trust you.
And maybe you are right that since I'm not a perfect healthy person, no one else will want me because of the future burden except you. And maybe because of this, and the question marks, I feel insecure.

Characteristics are unlike habits which can be changed overnite. But if you don't help me, who will?
I know you can't stop saying such things because this is who you are. From egoistic to romantic, no one will be able to do it. But stop blaming and saying that I'm insecure. It would not help, right?
I'll just have to accept that you would not verbally tell me how much you love me and want me and then you'll have also to accept that I would feel insecure. I can't expect you to sweeten your words just to make me feel secure. It would not be correct, right?

I'm really sad and pissed. "Late night show" that led to a quarrel... All because I was really not comfortable. I was really worked up.

I'm feeling lost. It used to be so absolutely perfect. I really don't know how to begin... What's really happening?

You always say that after I have recovered, I've changed, but have you? All I know is that tempers rise much easier compared to the past. Perhaps it the stress we are facing. But somehow, why am I being blamed?

It is no one's fault and we should shake it off instead of nit picking the factors of what's happening and finding who to the blame for it. I have always been blur, stupid, dumb and slow and you know it. Control, curb, cool down, relax...

I had a dream nightmare the other day. Some guy was wooing me, but I have you and he has someone else too. Apparently, that guy was kinda good looking and was asking me to leave with him. I got woken, or rather, shock-ened up. It is something I absolutely don't want it to happen. It's scary as sometimes dreams do come true, think, deja vu.

Tears, you gotta stop flowing...

Me: Dear, can I hold your hand forever? (So sweet and romantic rite?)
Dear: Cannot!
Me: (so wanting to hit him...) What you mean cannot?
Dear: Then how I play DOTA? (laugh and laugh)

If any of you read this entry, you would know the score now stand at DOTA 2 - 0 Me.
So tio pwned lor... Sigh...

He says after joining Ping.sg, I spend more attention and time on Ping.sg...
He says after joining Ping.sg, I'm always at the shoutbox...
He says after joining Ping.sg, I don't care him...
He says after joining Ping.sg, I get pek chek with him more easily...
He says I never jio him on the Ping.sg outings... (But then again, I know he wouldn't want to come but he just wants me to get rejected)
So I concluded, Dear is jealous of Ping.sg... Hehe...

Dear met me for lunch after my exam just now. We were "bullying" each other on the overhead bridge when the following conversation happened...
Dear: Don't play lah, wait I drop down and die how?
Me: (being romantic) I die with you lor.
Dear: Cannot...
For a moment I thought it was going to be a rare romantic moment from him and was smiling from ear to ear...
Dear: ...If you die, who burn dota for me?
I tio pwned... by dota...

Feeling a tad more relaxed already. Another paper down means another module cleared. This overlapping of modules is driving me MAD! Tomorrow class starts again... Have yet to prepare and do the pre-assignments. Better start soon after I finish this post...

Met the Pingster for dinner just now at Cafe Cartel. I ordered Chicken and Mushroom baked Macaroni. Yummy yummy... Can you see the cheezeeeeeeeeeee?

For so long, hearing the album so many times, I always held back my tears when hearing my diva A*Mei sings 如果你也听说. Hearing her sing so sadly and painfullly makes me wana cry because being a fan and knowing all kinda rough patches she has endured through, I know exactly what the lyrics mean to her. After holding back the tears so many times, I finally cried hearing her sing "live" just now on 我爱黑涩会. 阿妹, 为设么要唱的那么悲伤? Die, concert I must prepare lots and lots of tissue liao...

Was talking to Dear about dunno what and he said, "Huh, 3 years already ah."
I said, "Yah, what you think?"
He replied, "I thought we just celebrated... You mean I wasted so much time?"
I walked towards him with the cushion in hand and asked, "What you mean by waste so much time." (I thought he meant being together for 3 years wasting his time because he would sometimes say that to purposely irritate me)
He replied, "Waste time do nothing lor."
I replied, "Yah lor."

Haiz, I think Dear quite cham. Timing always not right.
He could have gotten a perm position but that position required a person with a degree. At that point of time, he had only about (estimated) one year to finish his degree. However, they didn't wana wait, and because of that, his contract wasn't renewed.
When he works, he has to submit his projects and sit for exams and each is give half credit for that particular module. Not enough time to complete, so have to "ta-pao" and re-module. He could have graduated long time ago liao. Now, all he has left to gain enough credit to graduated is a project for one module. Has registered for another degree, but dunno if he wants to do it, or finish up the "half module" on the current one.
Wanted to do biz with friends but kinda stalled due to all kinda reasons. If he works, he would have no time to do the neccesary stuff to try to start the biz.

That's my Dear, trying so hard to do what he wants, but just not doing them smoothly enough according to his wishes...
But I still love you deep deep k?

Well, I'm not exactly an expert when it come to "love", but all I know is that you really love someone very very deeply, deepest to the right down the bottom of your heart when the following scenario happens...

It's time to get out of the house and you have switched off the fan and closed the window in your room. You ever dearest steps into the room, switches on the fan, says something and leave the room, wanting to leave the house. You then again switch off the fan and proceed out out the room, into the living room. The tv and fan in the living room are still switched on. There you have your ever dearest, sitting down there and telling you to switch off the tv and fan. You must be thinking, "Since he's waiting for me, why didn't he switch off the tv and fan. And why must he switch on the fan in the room again?" When you nag at him, he acts cute and tries to get away with it.

A few things that can follow...
1) If you are trying hard to be angry and still can laugh, you really love this idiot a lot.
2) If you are fuming mad and still can laugh, there's room for improvement.
3) If you are fuming mad and not laughing nor smiling, give the relationship a check.

Then when you hop onto a cab, you realise you had forgotten to bring your hp along.

All the while, I was "1"...

Dear was commenting just now that he's afraid that I might get burned out from pushing myself so hard now. I wish I have a few of the super powers in Heroes so I don't have to study so hard now. I wish I have the super memory like waitress Charlie, and Hiro's ability to stop time, so I can complete more stuff in a shorter time. Unfortunately, I'm not the chosen few whose DNA that scientists want to experiment with, thus my memory sucks big time and I can't stop time. Thank God its a "open-notes" exam, so I refer to my notes during the exam.

Time flies and Jan has been there for a week.
Time flies and I haven't been able to meet up with some friends, especially my EM colleagues for a long long time. The last time I met them was last year.
Time flies and I only have 2 weeks to really study as I have to go back to work.

Time flies. 30 months together, me and Dear. Long? Not very. Short? Not either. But during these 30 months, we've been through a lot, and I guess, a lot more than other couples dating out there for 30 months. We've been through highs and lows, happiness and sadness, hopes and disappointments, worries and fustrations, and of course most importantly, standing together in the face of death.
Though a third of the time, I was completely lost, weak, having crazy fevers and in pain and can't remember a shit what happened, except knowing I was travelling to and from the hopital, being pricked by needles and sleeping my life away. Dear was there throughout the entire time, giving me loads of love, care and concern, giving in to all my nonsense, whines, over-the-top requests, and all this while, I only knew how to flare up and scream at everyone around me; short-tempered due to the pains and fevers overcoming me.

But I'm glad, glad that God made us went through all this shit.
Glad that God never left our sides, giving us strength and support.
Glad that God made me realize how much this man is for me, how much I love him and how much I can't do without him.
Glad that God brought us closer and stronger together.
Glad that God opened my eyes, ears and mind to see things very differently now.
Glad that God gave me a new life, a new me, a fresh me so I can start living all over again.
Glad that God made me realize the important beloved friends and family who are dear to me and whom I love in my life.
Thank You Lord ! Amen!

There but not there...
Here but not here...

I'm in the mood for blabbering again...

Sometimes, things happen when you least expect it. However, when you want it to happen, the chance/ fate/ opportunity/ timing just drifts away. When it does, it may or may not balances your life. So you try not to look back, face the road ahead, moving forwards, dumping the "whatever" behind bit by bit. But you need the "whatever", as a lesson or a reflecting moment, to learn from it. However, after learning from it, will you be able to leave it behind and move on?
Humans are weird creatures. When something is in front of you, you would take it for granted and not appreciate it. When it's gone, you will then start to wonder how come you have lost it and try to get it back. Sometimes, you are just in time to do that, sometimes, you're just too late.
What's love? To me, it means wanting to hug and embrace that fella every minute, every second and planting kisses all over his face. Even while talking on the phone, you would really want to reach into the phone and hold his hand if you could. That's me right now and it has got to a point where I would feel lost without him. I'm addicted to Dear. Appearance wise, he may not be that dream guy I envision since young, tall, good-looking, a bit of the bad-boy look (like David Beckham, Josh Hartnett, Luo Zhi Xiang) but he has the perfect character I want. There have been "ideal" guys, but the feelings I have for Dear is so deep, that's nowhere compared to those "ideal" guys.

I think I need a break, to stone, to get away, to whatever. The depressing feelings are sometimes a bit over-whelming and I blame it still on PMS although the "relative" has gone home. Hormones playing a fool again? I really don't know... 3 years ago, I was stuck in this deep dark hole for months and I don't want it to happen again!

I feel... stucked...

For the entire week, i've been alienated from the online world. No blogging, no checking of mails, no this no that. I was working, rushing out the cross-stitch in time for Dear for our anniversary, sleeping and eating... For the entire week now, I'll be studying... And next week back to work and than, last few days of studying before exam on the 30th.

To celebrate our anniversary, Dear brought me to Coca at Ngee Ann City for lunch. Believe it or not, it as my first time eating Coca in my 25 years of life. Its just normal steamboat while the chilli sauce made the whole difference. My favourite item in the steamboat was the fish slices. What even made it even more worth it was getting a student price, so we didn't paid for 2 adults. Although the savings was just a mere $5, the $5 bought us gelato for dessert! This is really what I would say, making full use of the dollars...

Anyway, i really have no momentum to study. I'm getting a tad complacent about my perfect score, so it seems like slacking a bit does not matter at all. However, i know that if i did not give my all, I would not be able to score and thus end up dropping points for my GPA. And once my GPA drops, I would just "hack it" and lose momentum all the way. What should i do? Sigh... I just feel like relaxing n doing nothing at all for the next few days, but the gan cheong part of me tells me that I'm running outta time. Damn!

Maybe its time to switch off my brakes... Oh, covering 2 and a half chapters today just made me more complacent and slack and braindead and tired... It makes me think I can spare time out to relax. Argh! I need the "cheong ah" n "ganbatte" spirit!!! Knowing I don't have enough time, I can't relax!!!

God, grant me the energy, pls...

Sunday morning, Dear n i woke up early. We had breakfast b4 he had to go view a shop floor. after accompanying him to view the shop floor, i went home to zzz. i slept form 1+ till 7 in the evening. after sleeping for so long in the day, it was amazing to be able to sleep at nite.

I woke up with a slight headache. it just felt a bit head-heavy, not the pricking kinda headache. Actually on sunday morning when Dear n I woke up, we felt a bit funny. But we just shake it off as being "chilled by the fan" which was blowing straight at us, as it was blardi hot during the nite. i went to work n everything was quite ok. just that i wasn't having much concentration n felt a bit blur. after dinner, the heavy head slowly crept to become a pricking pain. i took a cab home, washed up, popped a panadol flu on empty stomach n zzz. but it was kinda hard falling asleep. my head kept thumping n i could hear the tv on n off. it was like drifting to sleep n then waking up, wide awake n drifting back to sleep again... at last i fell asleep but woke up at 1 plus. my tummy felt blotted n it was terrible. i burped a few times n vomitted.

luckily Dear haven't sleept yet, so he accompained me to the 24hrs clinic to c the doc. the doc cannot even tell if it was gastric or stomach flu! anyway, the consultation n medication came up to $114, a few dollars shy from my norm visits to Dr Khor. Got a 2 days MC too. slept over at Dear's place as it was a short walk n it's cheaper then taking a cab home.

Woke up at 7.30, had breakfast with Dear n he went to work while i went home to continue sleeping. b4 i slept, i called my manager to report sick for today n tmr. i fell asleep by 9.30, but only woke up at 1+ in the afternoon. Whole aftnn at home, watch vcds n rested then went out for dinner with my parents.

Nw, at Dear's place typing this... while he's already snoring... lol...

I haven't been blogging for 2 weeks cos i was working n too tired to. everytime i come across something, i tell myself to blog once i get home n touch the comp, but everytime, i preferred to play chess with "grandpa zhou" for 2 weeks, my fingers were itching to type something in here, but i was just simply too lazy n drained to do so...

Mango's new fall/winter collection is in, but i haven't been able to spare time to take a look.

i might get senile when i'm old cos i tend to forget things easily. i almost have to jot down everything i have to remb... either that, i'm too lazy to kill brain cells to remb these stuff. for eg: i would write everything down in my organiser in detail, whereas in the past, i just have it in my head. mayb the radiotherapy killed some grey matter, so i tend to b forgetful.

bought 2 books from borders sale. Frank McCourt Teacher Man n Derek Jeter's autobiography. will start reading them soon after i'm done with the upcoming exam for Arts n Our World.

was so fed up n angry with dear dear the other day i became disillusioned with our relationship. for that 24 hours i lost hope of being mrs wong, n was trying to mend n heal cracks in my heart. i had asked him, "2 mths more anniversary liao, u excited?" all i got was a freaking sian face n a "orh". i couldn't sleep tt nite n when i finally got to, it was a nightmare of dear telling me he dun want me already. i woke up, couldn't get back to sleep all the way till 5 in the morning. wasn't myself the entire day, i just felt sleepy, cranky, short-fused, grouchy n lost... a fucking irritating bastard customer just made my day worse n i sat down on the floor at the counter n cried. i just broke down. dear called me at nite, n asked if i was angry with him. i replied, "can't b bothered to. bring angry only give me wrinkles". told him my bad day n y he was the cause of it. although i know dear is joking, but i just can't help it but feel damn disappointed. but these few days, dear extra sweet to me. mayb he guilty... hehe...

EPL is starting at last! i was suffering for soccer-watching withdrawal symptoms. no soccer equals no life. life's boring with no soccer to watch. community shield just ended n england's vice capt's team won the capt's team. well done liverpui! so happy to c chealsea's sore loser face yet again... muahahaha...

mclaren should re-consider his choice of captain. gerrard is so much more influential n a better player thn terry! makelele just make terry n lmapard look good. yes, i'm repeating this again... but look at chealsea w/out makelele! terry really cannot make it.

yawn... even i'm getting bored at the things i'm typing out here... or mayb i'm jus sleepy...

It's a period of time, again, when things bother you and you dunno if its real and you dunno why you r thinking like that n you dunno if it's becos of PMS or becos you are feeling depressed and down or becos you are just being plain paranoid.

I think some pple are gossiping behind my back. they are saying i'm very bimbotic and my breath stinks. i can't help it. i try to be optimistic and paint a nice picture that everything's fine but i just can't help it.

as a matter of fact, i don't think i'm pretty enough to be a bimbo. its just that i'm very naive and take n view things in a naive way. i say wht i feel, very blunt n straightfoward n dun bother to use my pea-sized brain to think if the things i say are diplomatic enough or not. for eg: when A tells me not so nice things about B, i'll try to neutralize things and help B to explain matters. then when B comes to tell me not so nice things about A, i'd do the same. i do that becos i like the "one big happy family" feeling. i believe if you're nice n treat others with respect, others will treat u like that too. i go round treating everyone nice without thinking if they are holding knives behind me, ready to just stab me at the back anytime, even if they are all smiles in front of me. i'm so naive to the point that if i got stabbed, bleeding badly with a major artery damaged, i still would not know n still treat that person as a friend.

which i guess is one of the reasons why someone actually treatened to beat me up during my secondary school days. also, that's a reason why i have never been able to score in politics, in school or at work. n of cos things would be different during bitching sessions with a common target "enemy" in mind.

i can't help it if my breath sthinks. i hate it too! if it stinks my whole life, i really have no choice. if you know why, you might sympatise with me too. i had nose cancer n this stinko breath is a side effect due to the recovering wound.

another thing i'm paranoid abt is my relationship with Dear. I love him so so much that I really can't bear the thought of losing him, which was why i told myself i have to win over the cancer cells n survive. Our love for each other is a major pillar of strength that is keeping me going to recover fully. however, as we're nearing our 2nd year anniversary, i can't help but think that things might happen. My longest previous relationship was 1 year 11 months. Dear was 2 years 3 months. our longest pervious relationships all ended around 2 years. so, i can't help but think that i might not be mrs. wong afterall. i'm so so afraid that history might repeat itself, n i'm trying so so hard not to let it happen. that y sometimes i ask Dear, "Will you dun wan me?". his reply would be, "if you treat me nicer, i won't dun wan you." then when he see me like wana cry, he would then say, "won't dun wan you." but still assurance is still not enough, n i really dunno y i'll still so scared n dunno what else can assure me.

Had bday celebration with Dear ystday nite. may b belated, but its still great. we had dinner at crystal jade kitchen. he wanted to bring me to try the korean one, but i miss my soy sauce chicken n portugese beancurd. we ordered e-mian n n stir fried vege. Dear also ordered plain porridge. Yummy yummy dinner esp whn the spiciness of the portugese beancurd does not sting your mouth anymore! ahhahahahahahahhaha...

mee kuah, thk by the end of the year i can come challenge u already! hahahahahah...

u know yr bf loves u n spoils u rotten when he knows u like hello kitty but says no hello kitty room n or shrine in your future home together n thn also sometimes to treaten to throw all yr hello kitties away... but then he buys u this for yr bday...
notice the plastic is still wrapping it... cant bear to let it expose to the dust n pollution in the air n dirty its white clean face... hehe...