You’re amazing just the way you are

On 29 December, she sent me an email after we had one of the most awesome dates ever the day before. We had so much fun that we kept reliving those moments even the day after. Just to keep you slightly in the loop, there were a movie, yummy prawn toasts, aromatherapy massages, oysters, champagne and loads and loads of passionate kissing. Ok, I can’t kiss and tell you everything now, but let me emphasise on the “AWESOME” part again. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!!!

She must have been so excited because she called me the minute she pressed “send” so I could check her email immediately. She then told me this song was playing that night when we were in the cab and I hadn’t even noticed.  And even though it was 3.15am in the morning and I was still sleepy, as I watched the video while reading the lyrics, I couldn’t stop smiling. My girl is just so adorable.

Bruno Mars
Just The Way You Are

Oh her eyes, her eyes;
Make the stars look like they’re not shining.
Her hair, her hair;
Falls perfectly without her trying.

She’s so beautiful;
And I tell her every day.

Yeah; I know, I know,
When I compliment her
She won’t believe me.
And it’s so, it’s so
Sad to think that she don’t see what I see.

But every time she asks me “do I look okay?”,
I say:

When I see your face,
There’s not a thing that I would change.
Cause you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while.
‘Cause girl you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.

Yeah, Her lips, her lips;
I could kiss them all day if she’d let me.
Her laugh, her laugh;
She hates but I think it’s so sexy.
She’s so beautiful,
And I tell her every day.

Oh you know, you know, you know
I never ask you to change.
If perfect’s what you’re searching for
Then just stay the same.

So, don’t even bother asking
If you look okay;
You know I say:

When I see your face,
There’s not a thing that I would change.
‘Cause you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while.
Cause girl you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.

The way you are.
The way you are.
Girl you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.

When I see your face,
There’s not a thing that I would change.
‘Cause you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.
And when you smile,
The whole world stops and stares for a while.
‘Cause girl you’re amazing,
Just the way you are.


And you, baby, are just as awesome.

God’s gift to mankind

I’m about to share with you a snippet of a recent online conversation with one of my ex-girlfriends that still gives me great joy whenever I replay it in my head.  You’re welcome.

This one pinged me after seeing my new status which read, “I’m sorry I’m so darn perfect.” on my instant messenger.

Ex-girlfriend: So you’re little Miss Perfect now, aren’t you?

Me: Why, of course.

Ex-gf: Yeah yeah, you really think you’re God’s gift to mankind, don’t you?

Me: Oh come on, you know I am. Admit it.

Ex-gf: I refuse! You’re not!

Less than a minute later…

Ex-gf: Ok fine. I will admit it. You are God’s gift to mankind. Always have been.

Me: Hahaha! Finally.

Ex-gf: I see you haven’t lost any of that self-confidence over the years.

Me: Why should I when we both know it’s true?

Ex-gf: Hmmm… Arrogant but confident. I like.

Me: I know.

Ex-gf: So how’s life? Are you in Singapore now?

Ex-gf: You there?

And her messages echo through the hollow halls of the virtual world while I’m too busy getting a life… Aw yeah!


Little Lego

I spent a beautiful evening watching her build little Lego out of tiny Lego bricks that were specially bought from Hokkaido, Japan. It was part of my birthday goodie bag and I love that she enjoyed studying the instruction manual intently and sorting the coloured bricks one tiny stack at a time. They were freakishly tiny!! I was asked to time her and she clocked somewhere under 45 minutes once she fixed the last brick in.

We even had time to decide on the colour of Lego’s nose and add some festive colour to his paws since it was nearing Christmas.

We gave little Lego bigger brown ears and a longer wagging tail because that’s how Lego looks like IRL (in real life). There are even some mock dry kibbles in his food bowl.

It was a great day for toys in so many different ways.

Definitely not drawn to scale.


1, 2, 3, 4

Whenever she sleeps over on a weekday, I would consciously set my alarm clock about half hour later than usual so we could sleep in for a bit.

I’d make sure she is more than comfortable when she is with me. Fetch her slippers when her shoes are off, turn the air con on immediately so she won’t be warm, make her a snack if she is hungry, get her water without her asking, cook for her at any time of the day or night, feed her during meal times, remove the crab shell for her, peel crab meat and put it in her bowl, play scissors paper stone with her, let her hit me when she wins (and hit her back but not too hard when I win), get the set of pyjamas for her, turn to her favourite channels, let her have baobei, give her the better pillows, take pimple cream for her when she throws tantrum in the middle of the night, make her eat medicine when her tummy aches, turn the air con temp lower when she is warm, turn the fan off when it gets too cold for her, cover her up when she says her legs are cold, give her my hand when she gestures for it, hold her to sleep by curling my arm around her side with my face in her hair, kiss her all over her face randomly (or to wake her up), play kokology with her, watch serious documentaries with her, lean over and smell her pyjamas, tell her she smells nice, chase her around the room, let her chase me around the room, wrestle each other until we can’t catch our breath, let my face go really close to her face so we can kiss, talk about random stuff, gossip about work, talk about (sometimes make fun of) family and friends, pause when I hear funny noises from her tummy, laugh together with her when that happens, blow bubbles on her, squeeze her cheeks, tell her how tasty I think her cheeks are, describe how I’d cook them, make her laugh with my silly pyjamas colour combination, laugh at her when she wears my emperor pyjamas, roll away in embarrassment when she says “1, 2, 3, 4”, and let her comfort me and tell me she likes my “1, 2, 3, 4”.

And in the morning, I will wake up immediately to turn the alarm off so she wouldn’t be disturbed and I can continue snoozing. (Sometimes I would keep turning the snooze alarm off and hold her until the latest possible moment.) I try to be really quiet as I get ready for work so she can sleep a little longer. When I enter the room sniffing, she will stir and offer to turn the fan off. Sometimes she’d be awake to look at me. Sometimes I am happy just looking at her sleep. I will creep into bed when I am done to surprise her with a kiss, or two or many many kisses and watch her wake up in shock struggling to open her sleepy eyes and then see her grin when she realises what is happening.

And every time, when I see her smile so blissfully, all I want to do is to lie in with her and hold her tight because I like how she fits so nicely in my arms.

I guess what I am trying to say is I want to do this everyday with her because I am so in love with her. It would be so nice if she feels and wants the same things as I do.

P/S: I’m currently wearing my emperor pyjamas with a bright red starry silky boxers. Ahem.


They don’t love you like I love you

[On 9 Dec] It’s that time of the year again where you can see snowflakes gently falling across every WordPress blog and it’s soothing for the mind, especially a mind like mine.

I have a tiny heart*. And I tend to keep it under wraps for fear someone might find it one day and viciously crush it for no reason other than it’s probably fun for them. And I do not have a spare heart lying around like loose change or tins of cookies.

So please take care of my heart if you ever find that it is yours to keep.

[Update 10 Dec] I lost my wallet, the very same one that I’ve used for seven years, this morning. I am distraught and almost inconsolable. Discovering the loss at lunch meant I had no mood to eat from that moment on.

There are wads of cash in there that I was going to use for some “birthday” and Xmas shopping, new credit cards that I should have done what she suggested and leave one at home instead of carrying both out, some old currency notes my mum gave me for keepsake, my identity card (which is going to cost me $300 to replace), my driving license ($50 to replace), my gym card, an arcade token card but what I think I was also most gutted about losing was a note that had a list of her favourite food and some old lottery tickets we bought previously. Then again, I could also be gutted about losing an estimated $250 (or more). I have no idea what else is inside because my mind is numb and I still can’t believe my stupidity or carelessness.

I want to run home now and cry into my pillow. Except I have to continue working because there is no one to cover me. Yet.

I then told my mate about it and he was like, “Was it a Bottega?”

“No. It was a JPG and I had it for seven years!”

“I had a little scissors I had for nine years and I had to give it up at the security customs. They asked me if I wanted them to throw it away or if I wanted to throw it away myself.”

We then stared at each other forlornly, understanding the intimate pain of losing something that was probably not high in monetary value, but high in sentimental value.

Arghhhhhhhhh… I am so fucking gutted.

In other news, I got a free “pro bono” haircut on account of me being penniless, card-less, ID-less and very fucking sad.

*According to classroom legend, the size of your heart is roughly the size of your clenched fist. In a diagram not drawn to scale, that makes my fist about 20 times smaller than me. Which is tiny.