Monday, December 26, 2005
For a Change.
Too much of often. I have people tellin me, how fortunate I am to have Shawn as my boyfriend right now. The comments would ranges : "I think you have a very nice boyfriend", "Shawn is very good to you hor." blah blah blah. Sometimes I do agree. Like how smart and intelligent he is, being a student of NUS, gettin his honors in just afew months. Like how he already set-up a now-breakeven-design-company way even before he had graduated. Like how good-lookin he is, whereby he's greatly sought after. Like how he plans plentiful little surprises just for a simple Christmas, despite the agreements not to exchange presents. Like how he hugs me and keep me warm in the cinemas, knowin I cant stand the icy temperature. Like how he planned and made the arrangements for our 5days Bangkok trip, in the midst of rushin his only 10% done FYP, due in late January. Like he gave me absolute freedom to work, to drink till i' m completely drunk, to club as and when. No obligation. No question asked. No demands. Yet, he would be this perfect gentleman whom picks his girlfriend after a hard day of work. Sends her home after a tah-ing-Barcadi-drys-tequila-shots session without gettin cross. Comfort her legs after few hours on the podium of the dancefloor. Like how he got much of worried instead of being cross, havin seen his lousy-drinker girlfriend gettin super high continuously 4days straight. Like how he trusted me to go on a 3days Gentin gamblin spree, with Bryan, even there's this string-of-imaginary-"accidents"-like-all-guys-think-would-happen. Like how, he came to my place, and whipped up a deliciously-anyhow-whacked dinner for me, and my family. Like how he brought me to plentiful of nice chillouts places, due to the fact tat i like to drink. [ok, the last statement is a joke.]
But. Wait a minute. You may say Aiya, puppylove, honeymoon period only lehz. Ok. Whatever. The problem is. this boyfriend of mine treated me so damn well, till i cant find a fault in him for an argument. He allow me to go on my way, yet on the other hand he's cool about it. He placed me priority, yet on the other hand, he din deem as needy. He gave me the privilege to decide, on the other hand, indecisive he's absolutely not.
Aye. *Snapped* Before you saya, ok, even myself start convincin that, my boyfriend is a saint. Stop. Look. At the other side of the story. And for a change. please tell him how lucky he is. Being my boyfriend instead.
Say wat about. The fact that I always waited for him to end work at fathers before goin out, even though i had to wait at least 2hours straight. Say wat about. The fact that i would insist goin home myself. Because from town to hougang to cck is an unnecessary too big of a round. Say wat about. The fact that i'm independent, i dun teh for his need to accompanice. Say wat about. The fact that he've gotten an ipod Nano, for his birthday this year, despite the fact that we are only together for only a mere month. Say. Wat about the fact that. He has a pretty girlfriend. Ok. Dun even talk about pretty. I shall be more humble. Acceptable-lookin girlfriend whom looks good enough to hook his hands in the middle of an-overly-meaningless-crowded Orchard Road. And lastly. Say. Wat about the fact that. I choose him. Say. Wat about. The fact that the last fact overrules all the above.
So the bottom line. Who's the luck.ier one?
beautiful memories on. 2:11:00 pm x
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