He scrunched up his nose and said, "It sucks, with a capital 'uck'.."
It's hard to believe my boyfriend is 27 this year. Many things I will never understand about him - like why he loves to shower in water hot enough to cook a crab.
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All my damn forget-me-nots withered in Farmville. In fact, EVERYTHING withered in Farmville. Previously, I'd be screaming if I forgot to harvest them, but now I don't really care two hoots. They're not even real crops, they're just digital!
This just goes to show how much of spare time I had then. :)
And how little I have now. :(
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There's a nice place called Hanazen in Jaya One if you're looking for a new Jap place to eat.
Counting Sushi Zanmai, Zen, Rakuzen, Kampachi, Sugimoto etc as my regular haunts, it was time we found some place new. So check out what the rest are saying about Hanazen, I'm not the type who regularly takes pictures of food. Too busy eating them.
Kuriya sucks by the way.
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I am beyond grateful for one extra day of holiday. My mind, weary and battle-worn, feels like it's been dragged through a psychological warzone. I try to believe that God never gives us more than we can handle, and if every day passes with us continuing to stay alive, it means we can handle it. We may be hurt, devastated, grieving, empty, lonely, soulless, heartsick, frustrated, angry, pining - but we are still alive.
Regardless of what I face everyday, it has become a daily routine to me - to remind myself of what is important. What's important is to have someone who knows you, someone you can come home to at the end of the day, and let everything slip, as you step into your own self, the self you can only be when the two of you are alone, the self that he sees, not the self that the world sees. Drifting off to a sound sleep together is what I hold most precious nowadays - a far cry from my relatively younger and wild-er days, when every weekend meant staying out til the wee hours, flitting and flirting with risky possibilities, unknowing that a bigger part of my life was waiting patiently for me to be ready.
In the hectic pace of those days, it seemed like I was just passing time. Passing time til I realized my life's purpose. Not that I've fully realized it now, but I do know I'm on track to knowing. And when I do, all the mistakes, the fumbles and missteps will all become clear to me finally.
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And back to that 27 year old again. Always when he sees me clattering away at my computer with a furrowed look on my face, he knows immediately that I'm writing on my blog, and without fail, like clockwork, will always grin and ask, "Are you writing something nice about me?"
Sometimes, even when I'm alone at home late at night, ranting digitally about the latest trauma to befall me, I still half expect him to pop out from behind me with his big brown grinning eyes asking that same question, and then, after receiving no response from me except an indulgent smile, he will promptly follow up with, "I'm sure you're writing about how kooool your boyfriend is".
And yes, he pronounces it as 'kooool' with four Os.
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