Sunday, December 28, 2008
Love has so many powers, it can take over you. It makes the pain feel so sweet and it blinds me from what is really happening, makes the darkness seems like light, makes the wrong things looks right. Somebody's gotta agree wid me on this. Anyway, it amazed me how I always look forward to spend a day wid this boy, to love and cuddle and snuggle in his comfort and even if sometimes this boy gets on my nerves, it has always been him who makes me yearn for him at the end of the day. But baby, when can you ever brush up on your road smarts because your racing footrest is killing me softly(!!) Hmph!
The essential keys to everywhere I go because once, on Christmas days back, I almost fainted knowing that the bike keys was neither wid me nor Hafiz and was searching it high and low, left, right and only to found it in his helmet after the rolls of sweats, bags of cursing and swearing, which apparently meant, he left the keys on the bike and totally forgot about it throughout the hours at Orchard. That's how nerve-racking this boy of mine can get. Ever since, I annoyingly kept reminding if the keys is hooked onto his pants or prolly violently just touched his pants hook, leaving the strangers to think I disgustingly touching some other parts. Hahaha!
My Sunday was alright. Breakfast was ready and served the minute I reached Hafiz's place. A pity that I don't favour spagetthi than to curly-macaroni(whatever it's called). I had a mouthful of mussels and prawns and seaweed japanese chicken spagetthi and fits of teasing, silly jokes, fits fights, lip fights.
And then I thought, why didn't we had pillow fight instead of fits fight? Heh.
Bottomline, nothing could top of my warm Sunday.
for the love of love.
