It is not a good weekend if it is not shared with you know who by now. Everyone can start rolling their eyes now. I know I am beginning to sound like those bloggers who talk about their partner like in every 2 and a half out of 3 entries but i cannot help it. I had set my mind on keeping this weekend occupied with school but i think the time with him made me relax more which led me to be able to concentrate much more.

Anyway, headed down to Butter Factory and clubbed till we were so pooped that even washing up after that was almost hell.Sorry, there were no visuals but hey, just read on. It was okay, i guess. More of a cheena place but still ok. I can't believe how suddenly my stupid bouts of insecurity still pops up once in a while. What used to be flaming fireballs of jealousy flung to whoenever unlucky enough to cross my path have been reduced to just mere smoke here and there. I think that is a greater improvement. Asking the other party what it was all about instead of just bursting in anger. Moreover, he is the last person i should hide this kinda things from.

Anyway, this post would be kinda mooshee so please just bear with it.
I don't know why but these past few days i feel so pampered by him that i am having this kinda soft like marshmallowy feeling. The thing about him i like most is that he is very genuine. Like you know he means every word he says, every gaze,ok ok.. you know what genuine means. And the thing that makes me more marshmallowy is the fact that he is nice. Compared to the jackasses i had previously, those who have been reading my blog long enough would know what i am talking about, I dun have to be anything except for myself. And also, he is very on top of himself which i absolutely admire, not just as his girl, but as a person.
Eventhough I find it a rather difficult thing to do, explaining ur every move and words that u speak due to the fact that i could be very random and impulsive, I find that it teaches me to be more responsible with my actions and words i speak. Though i know that i would never be as logical as practical as he is now,(i like my randomness and just saying out what i feel).

The things that he does, the little things like meeting me when he is tired means more to me than any stupid flowers. In fact, i was very much touched that i felt akward and SHY(?!?) when i actually saw him approaching me. shy! I think the reason is because i dun think i have ever been baby-ed so much. i was always the kinda girl who pushes away affection even from my own boyfriend. Who wants to be on top of her emotions and stuff.
The time i knew i liked this guy was the time i finally decided to just hang loose instead of getting a bitchfit when anyone expected from me. I kinda followed the flow and here i am.
I really dun know where this is getting at. Saying that he amazes me would be too corny but it is true. He does. The best part is, he doesn't even know how amazing he is.

The fact of the matter, he is. Very much so.