2. Running into my good old buddy from back in the days me being fresh-off-the-plane was great but he’s not doing too well. I remember when I first met him, so eager to get married. Well, he’s married now and has a daughter but as for happily married, that’s another story. I feel for him, I really do, but hearing him talk about his situation made me all that more grateful for the greatness in my life… Snickers.
3. With numerous Korean diary writing pages piling up, I figured it was about time to get down to business filling them up… but not before Kitty Cat and I went shopping.
4. “Don’t get a bikini… I hate bikinis” Snickers texted me just as the Adidas sales clerk rang in my card and passed me my new Adidas bikini. Yes, he’s definitely going to hate it… hahaha.
5. Waiting an hour or two for Snickers turned into the whole afternoon and evening. I was sure he’s “I’ll be back in the afternoon” would mean “I’ll be back at noon” but then his plans got changed and it turned into a “I’ll be back tomorrow”.
6. When your boyfriend is also your best friend, dog-walking partner, weight-training partner, personal body guard, shopping buddy, and a wanna-be roommate that doesn’t technically live with you but is at your home whenever they possibly can, it’s rough when they go away for the day.
7. Kitty Cat was my partner today and so in addition to the morning training and afternoon of studying and shopping, tonight we hung out at my boxing club.
8. I figured I’d have to face the music sooner or later and have to deal with the zillions of trillion questions at the boxing club, so I headed over to the boxing club in the evening. There’s no time like the present, or so they said. I arrived to a very dark club. It wasn’t even open and so I felt rather silly for having taken my tummy butterflies off the shelf and having them work. I totally forgot that the boxing club will be closed this week for a mini summer holiday. Regardless, tonight I geared up, cranked up the tunes and worked up a sweat while Kitty Cat sat ring side.
9. So much for going to sleep nice and early. Ended up getting into quite the “text-conversation” with Snickers. He’s still all about getting a reaction from me, that’s his problem. For whatever reasons, drips of insecurity drip from my disgustingly gorgeous inside and out boyfriend whenever we have some kind of disagreement. We don’t disagree often, don’t get me wrong, but sometimes I get the impression that he’s trying to stir up some kind of reaction from me. Whether it’s a reaction of anger, jealousy or whatever, I don’t usually fall for it. I think this only further ticks him off. He’ll learn though. I’m so beyond wasting my time with jealousy or doubts. Whatever is meant to be will be and the more you try to pull someone to you, the more you in fact actually push them away. Snickers is young though and I blame these few drips of insecurity with him being much younger than me and his inexperience with women, particularly western women.
10. I’ll be the first to note that Snickers and I are by no means a normal couple. Actually, we quite a "physical" couple, and by physical I mean we tend to find humour in somewhat hurting each other. Take for example an incident that went down this week involving a toy pellet gun I have. Just the other day I agreed to let him shoot me in the foot with it… hahaha. He said he’d count to three but he shoot me on two and I screamed like a little girl… hahaha. Paybacks a #$tch though and so I shot him in the foot AND the butt… hahaha.
Other strange things we do on a daily bases:
He hates tickling and so we’re resorted to biting and poking at each other’s ribs.
We randomly bite each other’s shoulders for no apparent reason.
I usually smack him on the forehead once in awhile with a spoon during meals.
He presses hard on my forehead when I frown… I guess to stop wrinkles.
He slaps the bottom of my feet if I bite my finger nails.
I always give him the last piece of my food, “… because it’s romantic”.
He always insists on picking the meat off the bones for me.
We randomly act out Bumble Bee and Optimus Prime from Transformers.
We have silly nicknames for each other that range from “Angel” to “Hard [Popsicle] terrorist” and “A.D.D.”
He thinks it’s funny to share his milk with me by trying to pass it through a kiss.
He insists on letting me do my nails and now he cleans my ears, too.
We shop at Home Plus for the sole reason that we like to make a free meal with the samples.
We often break out into impersonations of A.D.D. We even have an “A.D.D. face”.
Daily “body bongo”[bongo = toot], as in making silly toot sounds with your mouth on
various body parts… neck toots, tummy toots, hand toots.
He likes to stick out his stomach and eggs me on to punch it.
Daily punches to the butt happen every single day.
I think it's hilarious to try to rip out his chin stubble with teeth if his snoozing.
QUESTION OF THE DAY…
What exactly is “normal”?
QUOTE OF THE DAY…
I'll be the in to your sane.
-- Numan
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