Conversation

Me: What is the worst thing that can happen to you if you don't wear tights for your match? 

Him: Hmm. No underwear to wear after the match! HAHAHA

I will never get sick of this man ♥.♥

Ego

This week, I have asked my man to try and do some damage control of his own. Meaning, requesting for some of the photos taken with his classmate to be removed on Facebook.

But then again, why bother? My man is not tagged in the photos and.....since she looks like that, I should not be worried about others seeing the photos. Haha. Peace out.

Last Week of April

Live, and let live.

Life has been good. My man's summer break has just started, and we have been spending almost all of our time together. Of course, I am referring to whatever amount of time I have left - the seconds that do not involve thinking about how our cervical joints glide or rotate when we move our necks, minutes that I have NOT to run from FYP meetings to lectures, hours that do not bind me to my chair in lectures or those that I have spent in front of my laptop, doing research and studying for the exams so neatly slotted in between clinicals that I will never have the time to study for.

I have enough time for revision and to prepare for upcoming lessons, more than enough time to spend with my man now that he is not rendered busy-beyond-hope by his design school, and more than enough money from Pops to survive the week with my life givers 2016 miles away from me for a holiday......

On a side note, my man and I had caught a Thailand horror movie on Friday night with my brother. It has been a while since I last watched a decent horror movie. We got ourselves Garrett popcorn, stuffed ourselves silly with Subway (the boyfriend finished a foot-long on his own at close to 10pm), and drank enough Coke to keep ourselves high for the night.

Before what that had happened, these would never have been possible. I would never be able to force anything other than water down my throat after 8pm, or to watch a movie during a school week without feeling like I am going to have to survive without sleep for the next few days. I must admit that I was too harsh on my man and I before everything. Me, on having to spend every conscious minute studying or I would think that I will flunk all of my tests, and him, having to tolerate me and my outbursts when I bend my own rules. We had our issues. Him lying, me getting angry, me getting worried about when he will lie again, me getting uptight whenever something seemed amiss.....everything. They all happened for a reason. I have finally come to terms with that, and I am glad. Even more so, that said issues are not our issues anymore.

Life is good.

Richer

I eat like a boy.

Title is a sentence that I insert into Description on every social networking sites in the past. You can still find it in some of my accounts.

I remember my brother's shock during one of our weekend dinners. It was one of those nights when hunger took over, and nothing could stop me from eating my fill.

"The sentence on Twitter you had used to describe yourself....I eat like a boy? I had never understood what it meant. Now, I do. YOU EAT LIKE A GIANT!"

Today, said brother could not stop but jest that I will be obese when I get older. What sucks more is having my mother join in and adding "Even if you do not eat rice, the amount of food you eat is nuts!" You would think that nothing can beat this.....but my Mom just had to say "You will reach your Dad's size, I'm sure." As if on cue, Pops turned over to look at me, smiling like the boss he is. Yeap.

Worst. Day. Of. My. Life. LOL

Another Beginning

Today marks the last weekend to start of school, and like any other student, I cannot wait for school to start. And of course, as the days pass, my need for a holiday will increase exponentially. Woes of a student..?

Received my results to clinicals, a module worth a hefty 26 credits, on Tuesday. It was a pleasant surprise. I had woken up 7 minutes before 0800 and my stomach could not stop doing cartwheels as I hid under my duvet, wondering if logging into my school's portal will render me helpless to the heaping stress on my shoulders when school starts. If I had gotten even a B for this module, my GPA would have been dealt with a huge blow and I could not imagine how horrible life would be for the rest of this year.....what with FYP and 15 weeks of clinicals divided into 3 blocks. However, I am not particularly sure whether or not I deserve my much-better-than-expected grade.

Monday might mean the start of 5-hour sleep per day, dry and dull complexion, sky-high body fat percentage, messy tables with notes strewn everywhere, sharp increase in stress levels, terribly very bad tempers (citing the movie Bad Teacher), and all the nasty stuffs. But I can and I will survive this, because it is my only choice :')

Thank you, my Mr Chng, for holding me till I stop pushing you away. Thank you for being silly with me when we had both just dealt with the deadly Z-bug; me head-butting you, you flinching when I charge towards you, you holding out your arms because you knew that I was going to jump on you instead of head-butting you at my last try, us acting as though nothing had happened when Pops walked out of his room to ask what was the racket all about. Thank you for holding my hand as we were watching the upsetting Thai MV. Thank you for pulling me into your arms and whispering into my ears that we are better than this. Thank you for trying so hard to coax the smile out from my unrelenting facial muscles when I cannot help but think that my grade was undeserved. I love you.

"Forgive others, not because they deserve forgiveness, but because you deserve peace." 

Happy Thoughts

Happy thoughts are not that hard to get, if you put your mind to it. Is it a bit too much to say that I am happy with life now?

#194

Happy 194th week, my love. After procrastinating for 3 years, we have finally stepped foot into USS together and made it a memorable trip. I hope that you have enjoyed this very late Valentine's Day surprise as much as I did.

Thank you for taking my low blood pressure into consideration and making sure that the throbbing at my temples have stopped before we venture into entrances of the different rides with or without unnerving descriptions. Thank you for dashing across the street to get us a humongous umbrella so that we will be able to walk around like free men in the torrential rain, even though it resulted in you having to walk around in wet shoes for the entire day. Thank you for loving me the way you do :')

Recent

I have been spending a lot of time with my man ever since I got back from Thailand. Suffering from episodes of extreme tedium and subsequent loss of consciousness from then too, due to JetStar's 'retime' of our return flight leading to us reaching Singapore at 3 in the morning. This is the reason why I have not been readily available on my phone, but April started off on a good note. Met up with two lovelies, and we had spent our afternoon catching up on one another's lives. Picture above is the fruit of my return to social networking sites, and speaks of a cheap thrill whom I have had the misfortune to meet (or should I say speak to?) in August.

Next week will be the last week of my holidays, and it is also my man's last week to submission. I will be spending lesser time with him......and that also means more time in the gym.