Name-Calling

The Friday just past was a public holiday and I went over to K’s place in the morning. We were having a discussion about something (of which we both have forgotten by now) when he inadvertently called me something…

K: You neh neh!
Me: Eh?? You just called me a boob!
Me: *wails*
K: ……..

L Plate

We were on the way to my place yesterday when I caught up with a L-plate car on the road. Mich somehow took some interest in this inexperienced driver.

Mich: Look. L-plate.

And as we passed the L-plate car,

Mich: *to the L-plate driver from behind her seat window* jiayou! :D

Nosy Affair

We were sitting in K's car at the foot of my block. I was bidding goodbye to him. Closed my eyes, pouted my lips, tilted my face to his.....and then......

I felt a finger up my nostril.

Me: *eyes snap open*
Me: Baby. At this point in time you're supposed to give me a kiss!!! Not stick your finger up my nose!!! *wails*
K: HAHAHAHA

*sings*

I love you
You love me
We're a happy family
With a great big hug and a kiss from me to you
Won't you say you love me too!

Je te-aime
Tu me-aime
Nous sommes une famille heureuse
Avec un grande embrace et un baise de moi a toi
Tu me dis tu m'aime aussi!

Mon amour

Il y a deja plus que demi-annee. Ni tres vite mais ni lentement aussi.

Merci beaucoup bebe. Pour etre ici avec moi toujours.

Je t'aime tellement...:)

Yummylicious

We were at Daniel and Yan Ling's wedding dinner. I was stuck with helping out at the reception when I saw K walking in, looking dashing and dapper. Couldn't talk to him much but I sent him an SMS.

Me: Baby, you look yummy..keke..;p
K: You look yummy too! ;p

From Baby

Baby,
Just wanted to say that I think you're wonderful and intelligent and smart, just to name a few. Have faith and keep your mind free yah. Try not to think/worry too much over the applications. Whatever it is, we'll just have to carry on from there ... :)

With you always .... muacks!

Being Worried

Me: What if I don't get in (to business school)?
Mich: You will baby. I have faith in you. Don't think too much alright? *hug*

Love my Baby

Love my Baby,
Love her true.
All her dreams fulfilled.

Oh my Baby,
I love you.
And I always will.

Crispy and fried

We were walking back to K’s place in the evening after class just the Saturday past. I was feeling a little hungry and so we stopped by Old Chang Kee to grab some snacks. We stepped in and stared at the selection of foodstuffs for a few seconds. K’s hand was resting on my bum.

Me: Baby, what do you want? Your sotong-on-stik? The spicy sotong? Or both??
K: Hmm mm…*starts rubbing his hand on my bum*
Me: Dear, that one (my bum) is not for sale hor...
K: Hmm…why not?
Me: ...........-_-
Me: You cannot always scheme to fry my butt!
K: Nice mah. Take and fry till crispy crispy.
Me: *sigh*.........

6 mois

Happy 6 months baby....:)

Just the Two of Us

And so we walked
Beneath old street lamps
Amidst cool breezes
On cobbled streets

And so we kissed
In the winds atop Tour Eiffel
At the peak of Tibidabo
On the hillsides of Sacre-Coeur

And so we munched
On baguettes and sandwiches
On paellas and fideguays
On crepes and vienoises

And so we strolled
Along La Seine
Through Las Ramblas
In between the alleyways of Vieux Nice

And so we were there
Cheek to cheek
Hand in hand
Heart to heart

Just the two us

Vocals

We’d just gotten back from dinner at Food for Thought in Bugis and were resting a little in K’s room. The weather was warm and oh-so-very humid. We were lethargic and zapped out of energy. I was trying to cool off by standing next to the window. K decided to be one with his bed.

And then I had an inspiration.

To sing. To the tune of Lauryn Hill’s “You’re Just Too Good To Be True”. Albeit with a slight twist to it...

Me: I’m just too good to be true, can’t take your eyes off me.
K: *lifts his head and gives a grimace*
Me: I’d be like heaven to touch, you wanna hold me so much.
K: *slaps hand to forehead*
Me: At long last love has arrived, and you thank god you’re alive.
K: Ah-dooi....
Me: I’m just too good to be true, can’t take your eyes off me.
Me: *does a little dance*
K: Baby.............-_-

On the Way to Dinner

Crossing the road on the way to dinner,

Me: I'm sweating like a pig.
Mich: You are a piggy lamb.
Me: Why a piggy lamb and not a sheepish pig?
Mich: Because you are a lamb.

Later,

Me: I can't decide if I'm a piggy lamb or a sheepish pig.
Mich: Why?
Me: Because either way I am fat.

Darling

I just want to say
I love you
And I also want to say
Thank you

For teaching me
For showing me
For encouraging me
For helping me grow

For being with me
For being you
For finding me
For loving me

Muacksss…:)

And It's All About Food

After a botch-up in last night's dinner appointment with Dan, who made me wait for an hour at Plaza Sing, I decided to skip it altogether and just head elsewhere for dinner with K.

Being the sweetie pie that he is, K zoomed down from Kembangan and brought me to dinner at Seah Imm Food Centre. The long wait for dinner must have hungered me so much so that after munching on a bowl of fish noodles and some chye tow kueh, I was still a little hungry.

K was in a brown T-shirt. On our way home in the car, I started imagining things and made sure my teeth were well-acquainted with his left shoulder. ;p

Me: Brown. Hmm. Chicken Wings!! *chomped on his left shoulder*
K: Huh???
Me: Brownie!! *chomp*
K: EHHH??
Me: Beef Steak in Mushroom Sauce!! *chomp*
K: Baby……
Me: Who asked you wear brown?? So many nice foods are brown in colour!!
Me: Satay!! *chomp*
K: Don’t drool all over my shoulder…..-_-
Me: *chomp chomp*
K: I know I know! Sausages!!!
Me: Sausages are brown?
K: …………
Me: Hmm mm…ok, well, maybe they are. SAUSAGES!! *chomp*
K: ……ah dooi……*exasperated sigh*
Me: Muahahhahaha!

Les Jupes

The following exchange happened twice in the last few days. ;p

K: I like skirts!
Me: Ok, then go and buy then wear lor.
K: ............*rolls eyes*
K: I like YOU in skirts.
Me: Hehehhehhehe... :)

Pas Moi

Mich: Why is everyone leaving? :(
Me: Pas moi. :)
Mich: *huggies*

Why the Cow Laughed

Mich and I were discussing about whether I should buy a new frying pan or not when this came up.

Mich: Why don't you buy a simple one first?
Me: No. Want to do it must do it right. You don't use a butter knife to kill a cow right?
Mich: Huh?!
Me: Ya. You at least use a steak knife. If you use a butter knife, the cow will probably just laugh at you. Squirt a little bit of milk at you maybe. But if you use a steak knife then it's a different story.
Mich: .......
Mich: Baby....
Me: Ya? :D

Human Feed

Yesterday night, we were lounging around at my place after dinner. Being leisurely and all.

K: Maybe I’ll suggest to the rest that we could do a potluck, then each just bring something to eat.
Me: And then what are you gonna bring to the potluck?
K: You.
Me: WHAT???!!! You want to feed me to the rest of your friends???
Me: *WAIL*
K: Hehehe…okok sorry baby sorry baby…hehehehhehe…

Hunger Pangs

Me: J'ai un peu faim.
Mich: Tu as faim toujours!!
Me: Pour tois.
Mich: Pourquoi avec "s"...grrrr.....Il y a les autres femmes?? GRRRRR....(hahahaa ;p)
Me: Femmes. Trop difficile a plaisir.

Une Histoire de L'Amour

Il était une fois

Une petite fleur et un petit général se rencontrons

Dans un situation qui était chaud

Et après

Ils vécurent heureux jusqu’ à la fin de leurs jours

~I want nobody, nobody but you~

It all started last Friday. When someone sent me a YouTube video of a Korean girl band singing a kitschy teeny-bopper song titled "Nobody". The catchphrase of the song was "I want nobody, nobody but you". Needless to say, when there's a quintet of nubile young girls wriggling their bums, wagging their fingers, arching their backs and twirling around on lovely slim legs, male hormones inadvertently get hooked. And K was hooked. Ok alright. He found the music rather catchy as well. ;p

And then on a slow Monday morning, I had an inspiration. Albeit a cheesy one. And so the poem below birthed from my mind. :) Sent it over to K and he agreed it was cheesy haha.


~I Want Nobody, Nobody But You~
Baby it's mushy but true
It's just you and only you
Who appeared out of the blue
And made me feel so ooooohhh

I know it's sounding cheesy but noooo
It's really true
I'll stick to you like glue
Cos you make me feel so oooooohh

Love and Cars - Redux

It was Friday night and we’d just finished dinner and drinks with K’s friends at Raffles City. We were down in the basement carpark trying to find the car. K forgot where he parked at.

Me: Baby...
K: hmm?
Me: You know, if you can always remember where you parked your car at in carparks, I’ll love you more.
K: Eh?...*whines*.....
K: How can you love me less just cos I can’t remember where I parked the car?
Me: Are we going to go through this again? Haha…
K: Hmph, I don't care!! You're very bad to me!
Me: ............
K: *wail*
Me: I still love you baby! :)

Grunting

Mich has this little grunt and adorable little pout she does when I annoy or irritate her with something like tickling her. She doesn't like to be tickled. Much to my delight. The grunting. Not the irritating. Well, alright. Both. :p

K: *tickles Mich's hand*
Mich: *grunts in annoyance*
K: Hahahahaaa.....muacks!

Love and Cars

There are somethings that no matter what, should not be argued against. We were on the way home last night from dinner with Mich's friends and I was trying to describe to her the different kinds of cars and how to recognise them which quickly led to me getting into a sticky situation.

Mich: How does this add value to our relationship?
K: If you can recognise cars, I will love you more.
Mich: ....
K: You want me to love you more right?
Mich: So you will love me less if I don't?
K: No, I already love you alot. But I will love you even more.
Mich: So you will love me that portion less just because I can't recognise cars?
K: No, I love you alot now plus more.
Mich: You love me less!!!!!
K: The glass is half full baby.
Mich: You love me less just because I can't recognise different cars!!!! *wail*
K: No baby...
Mich: *sulk*
K: I love you baby. muacks! :D

Of Sponges

We were talking the other day about how a colleague erroneously used the word “shrivelled” to describe me. K made a joke about me being like a shrivelled sponge needing to be soaked in water again before becoming more filled out again.

Me: I don’t want to be a sponge!
K: But if I’m SpongeBob, then you have to be Mrs SpongeBob!
Me: Hmm. Actually, what’s the female equivalent of “Bob”?
K: Bob is actually the short form for “Robert”
Me: Roberta? Hmm, Mrs SpongeBoba?
K: No dear!!! I know already! You can be Mrs SpongeBoob!
Me: .................
K: Hehehehe

The Wonders of Life

And while we were having prata...we got to talking about other foods.

K: You know what's soup tulang right?
Me: Yup. I'm not too sure but I think I've never tried it before.
K: Eh??!! How can you have not tried it before??
Me: ....
K: Oh my god, you're missing out! The joys of life are found in the words 'soup tulang'!
Me: ...Dear, let me correct your sentence.
Me: You should be saying this instead "The joys of life are found in the name Michelle".
K: *ponders* No.
Me: ?
K: The WONDERS of life are found in the name Michelle.
Me: Ahem, you've got a point. *beams*

Have I Told You?

K & I had just finished a show "Public Enemies" starring Johnny Depp and were going for our supper. We were walking from the carpark towards ABC restaurant along Joo Chiat Road when he asked me something...

K: Dear, have I told you "I love you"?
Me: *ponders for 1 second* NO! You've not told me yet!
K: I love you!
Me: *smiles*
Me: No, you have not told me...
K: I love you!
Me: *smiles* No you havn't told me yet!
K: I love you!
Me: *smiles again* No you have not told me!!
K: ......
Me: *beams* HAHAHAHAH...

Juste Pour Toi

Juste Pour Mon Bebe Spécial...

Aimer. Rever. Vivre. Créer. Ensemble. Toujours.

Mon Chéri ,

Tu sais, il n’est pas trés long que nous sommes ensemble comme un couple. Mais, tu as deja trouvé une place permanente pour toi-meme dans ma coeur. Une grande place. :)
Tu m’a apporté beaucoup de bonheur et je te remercie. *bises*

Je veux juste te-dit “Je T’aime Beaucoup”…Et j’espere que tu sens la meme aussi. Je veux aussi te-dit, je serai avec toi toujours. N’importe quoi se passe.

Ta Bebe
La Petite Mouton

p/s: écrire une lettre en francais est trés difficile…j’ai un petit mal de tête maintenant! Haha..;p Et si tu besoin de “translation”, demande-moi n’importe quand. ;p

Thumbs Up

This was the dinner that I cooked for Mich and I.



This is what mashing the potatoes did to my thumb.

Itchy Backside

I was over at K’s place yesterday evening and was asking him how his grocery shopping that afternoon went. He’d gotten vegetables, beef steaks, pork chops and mentioned that he’d bought butter as well, expensive butter.

K: Oh yah dear, I bought expensive butter too. Lurpak, slightly salted. About $5-something for a bar.
Me: Huh? Why must you get expensive butter? SCS butter cannot meh? Only $3 a bar.
K: Hehehehe....because....
Me: Because you’ve got an itchy backside. That’s the only reason there can be.
K: Eh?!?!?! I where got backside itchy?!??! I don’t have an itchy backside!!!!! *wails*
Me: HAHHAHAHA.....I love you baby!!!
K: *pouts big time*

After Dinner Activities

It was after dinner last night. And there we were. The two of us.

Seated on my bed and staring into space.
Brows knitted in concentration and furrowed with effort.
You could almost see droplets of sweat dribbling down our temples.

There was total silence. Except for the low humming from my air-con.
There was no movement. Except for the constant gnawing of our jaws.

We were on a mission. A quest.

To knot cherry stems with our tongues. :)

Voila!

Happy 102nd Day! ;)

Fun with Soy Sauce

The car had been parked in the sun for awhile and so when Mich and I got in to head out for "Harry Potter and The Half Blood Prince", the seats were scorching hot.

Mich: My backside is gonna be fried.
K: Then add tau yew (soy sauce) and fry.
Mich: .......

Minutes later, at a traffic light.....

Mich: :(
K: *worried* What's wrong baby?
Mich: You want to fry my backside with tau yew!!!!!! *wail*
K: ......
K: hahahahahaa.....alright, I won't fry your backside with tau yew ok?
Mich: *sniff sniff*

Crepes - Redux

Mich had put this as her Facebook status: "Crepes. Oh crepes. *beams*". Which led to....

K: et moi? :(
Mich: -_-"

I got jealous of crepes. And I was hungry. :p

An Eggy Affair

K & I were having dinner over at my place last night. My mum apparently adores cooking for him. She prepared Tau Yew Bak and Sambal Prawns and there was also Sweet Cabbage Soup. There were two hardboiled eggs inside the plate containing the Tau Yew Bak…or so I thought…

Mum: You guys want any more eggs or not? There’s still some more in the pot. I’ll go get more.
Me: No no we’re fine. *looks at the plate and counts* It’s ok. There’s two here already. One for K, one for me. That’s enough for us.
K: *munches on his food silently*
Mum: Two eggs? No lah, I put in three!
Me: Huh?! You put in three? *turns and looks at K*
K: *impish grin* *still munching happily on his food* *takes another egg from the plate*
Me: Darling....
K: *mouth full* What?! *munch munch munch* *gives a bigger impish grin*
Me: *exasperated sigh* You're not supposed to be taking so much eggs!
K: hehehehhe…

Making Crepes

Two nights ago in Phnom Penh, while discussing about crepes, Mich and I had this little exchange.

Mich: Dear, you should go learn how to make crepes.
Me: Why?
Mich: *Smiling sweetly with wider than usual big brown eyes* So that you can make them for me.
Me: .....
Me: Baby, that's blackmail.
Mich: hahahahhahahaa.....*continues smiling sweetly*
Me: No.
Mich: Grrrrr...
Me: :p

Blessings of Water

One evening in Phnom Penh, two little lambs were singing to each other in the _ _ _ _ _ r.

We're singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
We're happy again

How Do I ....

A verse from the song "How Do I Live Without You" by LeAnn Rimes that I sent to Mich one night. I feel my plagiaristic poetic juices flowing so much more freely nowadays.

How do I get through a life without you
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be
I need you in my arms to hold
You are my world, my heart, my soul
If you ever leave, you would take away everything good in my life.

- "How Do I Live Without You", LeAnn Rimes

Just You

One of the nights.

Me: YOU make everything seem alright...you make everything seem ok.
K: you too baby...
Me: :)

Le Sampan Des Moutons

I gave K a card as a surprise. Got my mum to send it to him while I was in Sydney. He received it on the Tuesday just past.

The card was from my favourite series, the little grey tatty-looking bear. I think it's called the "From Me to You" series. Anyhow, there were two little bears in a little wooden sampan on the cover of the card. It was a night setting and they were huddled together in an embrace on the sampan and the sampan itself was floating on a lake.

From me to K:
"Let's sail away in our own little sampan and find our own little secret cove baby..."

And then K gave me this in return:

p/s:
Baby, you never fail to amaze me...:)
This time round with your immaculate drawing skills...lol.

Only For You

Baby,
These are for you.

For being by my side whenever I needed your support.

For lending me a listening ear whenever I feel down.

For all the times you held my hand during uncertainty and self-doubt.

And for you, I promise, I will be the same. Only for you.

Always
Bb

P/S: Where got girl give boy flowers one?!?!

PP/S: Nice hor the arrangement? Three roses = "I Love You", one big tulip and one big violet = you and me.

PPP/S: Up there, better than poem right?

Dumb Jerk Moment - I

This was one of those stupid things a guy does ever so often - mouth off without thinking. It met with much disapproval and, of course, annoyance from Mich.

It started with Mich sending me a bouquet of digital flowers. And while I had found the action moving, it left me feeling rather inadequate. Receiving flowers, digital or otherwise, from a girl just feels emasculating to me. Call me a prude.

Later that night, we had the following exchange over the phone. Mich was in Sydney and after a less than ideal day was feeling kinda down. Needless to say, I did not do a good job at cheering her up and instead made things worse.

After explaining how giving flowers is a guy thing that should be primarily left for a guy to do,
Me: I love the flowers dear, but for the most part, I was thinking "What the hell?"
Mich: .........
Mich: Wrong word to use dear. >:(

I am a jerk. Sorry baby. :(

Poetic Verses

K & I were chatting on the phone two nights ago. I was calling in from Sydney where my week-long conference was held and was asking him how his day had gone. He mentioned that restlessness and boredom occupied most of his time when he wasn’t studying.

The cold weather must have added some quirkiness to my brain I suppose because I requested K to compose some nice poems for me during his break-times. And the ever-obliging darling of mine then proceeded to serenade me with a poem off the fly:

K: Okok, here goes!

“Roses are red
Violets are blue
Gule melaka is sweet
I love you!”

Me: Hmm…
K: You like it?
Me: I love it but hmm…not very original aye?
K: It’s original~!! I just thought of it only~!!
Me: Hmmm…..
K: okok, I’ll try again. How about this one??

“Apples are red
Grapes are blue
My baby is sweet
I love you”

Me: HAHAHAHAHA
K: How? You like it?
Me: Baby, I love it but it’s still not original~!!
K: But it is~!! I just made that up in my mind~!!
Me: ……
Me: But I still love you baby…

Life Sized Dolls

Mich and I were talking about her upcoming business trip to Sydney and the things she intended to pack for it.

Me: I should go make one of those huge posters of me that comes with a stand for you to bring along. Like those they use at exhibitions. Just put up the stand, roll out and display. You can put it at the corner of your bed so you can look at it all day and night.
Mich: I would rather get a life sized inflatable doll.
Me: .......
Me: So I can be substituted by a doll?
Mich: No. You are irreplaceable. The doll is just temporary. :p

Love, Me

We'd just finished watching "The Taking of Pelham 123" at GV Grand last night and were having a drink at Mac. Choc milkshake for him and the perennial favourite, Iced Milo, for me. :) Class 95 was playing through the sound system and songs from our era were streaming through. "Love, Me" by Colin Raye was eventually featured...

"And between now and then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you. Love, Me"

Just a poignant line from the song which articulated exactly what I felt.

For you baby..:)

Collide

I'm no poet unlike Mich so I try to improvise. By plagiarizing. :p

These are two verses from the song "Collide" by Howie Day. For Mich. :)

"The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you

Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide"

- "Collide" by Howie Day

When We're Hot

We were having a small house-warming potluck gathering over at Eugene & Yen Hui's new pad in Punggol and were helping to clear up after gorging ourselves on loads of stuff. Needless to say, the weather was excrutiatingly humid. K & I were sticky, sweaty and trying our best to stay cool. And then he asked me something.

K: Dear, do you think I can stick my head in that? *eyes the refrigerator next to us*
Me: errr....well, you can if you want to....
K: *opens the fridge and sticks his head in*
Me: ......*cackles of laughter*.....Darling!!!......*more cackles*............
K: what??!?! *sheepish look*

(and PQ was in the background looking incredulous and laughing away too...)

Supervise and Delegate

We were talking about what to do for the weekend and one of those conversations about who does what came up with the usual "i shall supervise and delegate" stance coming from me. Usually conversations with that line don't vary further but after having watched a performance during the weekend by comedian Russell Peters on quirky Indian habits which left a somewhat lasting impression on Mich, this "Supervise and Delegate" conversation took on a different twist.

After deciding that we wanted to cook Pong Tau Foo for the weekend,
Me: Ok. Let's do that. I shall supervise and delegate.
Mich: .......
Me: Yes, I shall delegate. You shall execute.
Mich: .......
Me: *mimicking Russell Peters' impression of an Indian quirk* Just take it.....and go.
Mich: .......
Me: See, delegation. Just take it......and go.
Mich: That's my line. You can't steal it. I got it from Russell Peters.
Me: .........
Me: Baby
Mich: Yes?
Me: You know how odd that sounds right?
Mich: hahahahahahahahaa........at least I made reference to Russell Peters. :p

Se Marier - Redux

The amazing powers of selective listening. Like that Gold 90.5fm tv advert - "Only Hear The Good Stuff". Only in this case, the good stuff somehow got left out.

[continued from "Se Marier"]
Mich: zzzz...*pouts*
Me: hahahahaa.....oui. of course, oui.
Mich: *still pouting*

I am

Enmeshed.
In a soft lattice.

Wrapped.
In a warm cocoon.

Blessed.
In a sweet embrace.

Stirred.
In the inexorable energy.

Steeped.
In the wonderful essence.

Ensconced.
In the lovely aura.

Of you.

Baby Steps Maketh A Fruitful Journey Ahead

Happy 2nd Month!

Et ....

Nous nous amuserons la route ensemble, toujours. :)

We'll walk together always

La route est tres loin. Mais...
Nous marcherons ensemble toujours.

Se Marier

K & I were on the way back to his place for dinner with his folks. So we were cruising along the roads when I started conversing in French to him. Nevermind the fact that we're both hopeless in grammar and conjugations haha. At least we try. Somehow, the following exchange came up...

Me: Bebe, voulez-vous me marier?
K: Pourquoi pas, oui?
Me: ........
K: eh?
Me: That's not the correct answer!! You're supposed to say only "OUI~!!" and not "Why Not?!"
K: ....MUAHAHAHA....
Me: zzzz....*pouts*

She's Evil

I had skipped lunch yesterday to finish up a report. But throughout the report writing, I had managed to find time to read Mich's blog. Of course, my skipping lunch was met with much disapproval from Mich. We had this little exchange over MSN as a result.

Mich: i wanna knock ur head cos u had time to read blog but no time to go buy food
Mich: must take care okie...
Mich: my duty as PA is to nag.. haha...
Me: see u, read abt u, listen to u can liao. no need to eat
Me: need to drink and breathe tho.
Mich: baby, u sure u dun need to eat?
Mich: hmm....mortons...beef...tenderloins...chicken cutlets...
Me: ......................
Me: baby
Mich: bee tai mak
Me: not funny.
Mich: laksa...hehehhehhe

i must be a sucker for punishment to want be with her. :)

Of Little Brothers and Marching

Just one of those times when K & I crack each other up with the lamest things and might I add, at the weirdest times. ;p

K: Little soldier boy..
Me: *mimics marching* up 2, 3, 4....2, 2, 3, 4...
K: HAHAHAHAHA

So Lost In You

A moment of pleasure
As I indulge
In a thought of you

A lopsided smile
A fleeting grin
Graces my lips

As you appear in my mind
You, just you
The wonderful you

========
Just for my lovely sweet baby...:)

Stickiness

It was nearing the end of a Friday. Mich and I were on MSN chatting and just waiting for the day to end so that we could head out for the weekend together.

Me: Baby, we go have operation lah. become conjoined twins.
Mich: eh???
Mich: ............
Me: Then we'll be totally plugged in. den ill get to see u 24/7
Mich: HAHAHAAHHA
Me: and u get to see me 24/7
Mich: then it's literally "stick". Hahahha……
Me: heheheheee..........i cant say im not entertaining that thought.

Give

Me: Donne-moi.
Mich: Quoi?
Me: Toi. :)

Let Us

let's be.

let's walk. let's talk. let's sing.

let's dance. let's laugh. let's smile.

let's grow. let's bond. let's create.

let's plan. let's work. let's rule.

let's chill. let's play. let's ride.

let's plot. let's guzzle. let's nuzzle.

let's just be

let's make good on this

and well....

let's plug ;p

A Momentous Occasion

Happy 50th Day Anniversary! :D

Bazhangs and Happiness

Mich had tried some of my mum's bazhang (meat dumplings) and liked them quite a bit. And since I like them quite a bit too (amazing considering I have been eating them for about 20 years), we had this little exchange.

Me: You know dear, you have to go learn from my mum how to make bazhang.
Mich: Why?
Me: Bcos you'll please my mum and I'll get to have bazhang every year
Mich: That's not fair. I'll have to slog and it'll just be a win win situation for you. What do I get out of this?
Me: You get to make me happy. :D
Mich: *ponders* Can't dispute that. :)