My date with…
yes, as you can see we had our fun shopping. it started off with me wanting to get my man a wallet since his well, went missing. what happened? don’t ask. i’ll tell you if i want to and if i feel like it. so back off!
anyways, so i decided to go window shopping as well. it’s always that time just before christmas and new year where i just feel like shopping because that’s usually the period where i do my annual shopping since i’m not a big fan for doing so.
so it started off with getting my man a wallet then got a pair of really cute shoes with a voucher i had to use to save me abit. then i figured since i’m with my favourite ‘kaki’ to shop with we went all out crazy.
it’s a girl thing where you try on anything random and either look damn hot or bloody silly.
in my case, it is almost usually always silly.
i guess it comes naturally with my inner clown whacky side.
results?
wtf?
i know. i strangely look cute in that. mind me.
that is what i called something i’d never wear or in my twin’s terms, “assing huge wey..”
oh well, the things women do in the name of entertainment.
or at least what i’d do.
til the next time then.
i know i had fun and i want more more more!
P.S: in the process of the ‘assing huge sunnies’ pic there was one bloody good one which went lost which almost resulted to us getting kicked out. i’m still mourning for that picture.
the first year anniversary date.
well, since it’s been a year we went out for what we call a date.
so it started off with us going for dinner at Bubba Gump due to a detour thanks to me.
then it went on to getting some drinks at KL and then TTDI.
during the process of my long story cum short date, the man decided it’s okay for me to have say one or two drinks.
the math?
one cocktail. one beer. another beer. turn warm and red. another beer. stop.
soon after as we were leaving…
i walk out the door feeling lightheaded so i hold on to my man and say to him..
Me: Dear, i’m feeling lightheaded…
Him: Go and sit down for awhile then..
Me: Dear, i’m going to faint…
and then….
JINI BLOODY FAINTS.
for that moment i swear i don’t know what went on around me or anything. i just lost vision and hear a whole lot of noise and passed out.
talk about me being a lousy date and having him put up with me.
whatever it is, i love you.
P.S: don’t worry. it’s normal for me since i’ve got low bp. i guess the alcohol aggravated it. so no alcohol. simple.
P.P.S: forgive me for the lack of visuals. my phone died on me and i’m patiently awaiting its return.
It’s been a year.
well, as the title says.
it’s been a year since i’ve been ’stuck’. that’s in my terms. but it’s been amazing. i’m still sinking it in. never realised that a year could just breeze through that fast.
what i’m trying to say is.. I Love You.
need i say more?
P.S: didn’t think there was a need to describe something that would leave me at a loss of words to describe and if i did no one except the both of us would ever understand.
grrr…
i’m frustrated.
i don’t know why.
stop asking me why.
also if i’m not my usual self leave me be. i’m not meant to be preppy perfect little princess when i don’t bloody feel like it. i am a complete bitch at times. i’m not perfect. it’s just the way i am. i’m not obliged to be my perceived self when i’m feeling unsettled. so back off and cut me some slack.
now i shall find some sort of tranquilizer and bulldoze myself to bed.
grrr… where’s my god damn cigarettes.
letting go.
i’ve always been used to taking care of those around me. i almost never let anyone do the taking care of me part. well, for now it’s just the boyfriend.
it’s about my soulie. i’ve always been used to looking out for her and trying my best to take care of her. it’s just recently i’ve convinced myself to leave her be on her own. somehow found it really hard to do. somewhat almost impossible. it’s just a nagging worry that’s always in me. i worry about her all the time. note that she’s my complete opposite but yet that don’t mean she’s incapable. i just worry for her because i care for her alot despite anything in this world.
well, for the past two times of seeing her and seeing her pulling herself through successfully this far i have to say i’m proud of her. it’s pleasing to see how much she’s matured. she’s growing into a lady. i’m impressed.
somehow she’s learning to see right from wrong and judging things in front of her pretty well. it isn’t perfect but who is? she’s there doing what she’s supposed to and i’m glad and relieved she’s doing great on her own two feet.
i see so much in her. so much she can do and much more that she’ll make out of herself. i hope she gets where she wants to be someday… soon.
i’m actually at the point where i’m fine with her on her own and need not worry.
i’m proud of you little one.
Happy 21st birthday Jaz.
I love you.
Always and forever.
May this birthday bring you tonnes of happiness, a life full of wealth in all forms and showered with love.
I wish you all the best.
P.S: crap! i keep forgetting to get a picture with her. (-.-)”
when i got branded.
as you can see, i have been branded. by who? go figure. can’t say much about it asides the fact that it brought out the inner artist in him that he never knew. so good for him.
apart from that, life been well… life.
as when anyone asks, “how are you?”
my reply? “still alive.”
it sounds morbid but it’s just my way of saying “i’m fine. thank you”
P.S: i just don’t do ‘nice’ so well. it just seems very out of character. don’t ask me why.
