It's when she whines about her boyfriend not doing what she wants just because she's an OC.
And you know what sucks after that?
It's the feeling of being guilty because despite of the fact that you spat his mistakes on his face (because in this scene, apparently you're an OC) sure he get's offended and makes this face but by the time you've reached the bookstore where you're supposed to buy a good book and when you do find the book and you are now searching for him, you then find him smiling behind the shelves cause he was about to suprise you. And he kept on whispering "sorry" in your ear cause he really was and you can feel it and feel guilty even more.
That's why I hate being a girl. I hate this imperfection that I suddenly become bi-polar just because the "time-of-the-month" was about to come. Because as soon as I say "I am sorry for being a bitch", he just says "ssshhh" and kisses my forehead.
This is just like a scene when you're so angry at your dog because he got away from his leash and started to trash around but as soon as you caught up with him, instead of putting up a fight, he just lies down on his back, stare up at you, waiting for you to play with him and rub his belly.
I'm not saying my boyfriend's like a dog, even though he and dogs are such adorable creatures you can't resist them and that.. and that.. well I do love my boyfriend very much. Not that I am saying I don't love the dog but, uh..oh the phone's ringing. Someone's got to answer it. Bye.
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I feel like a kid when he kisses me like that. And I like it. It makes me feel warm all over.
{ music } The Wonders - Doing that thing you do
{ mood } bouncy
Yesterday, after I finished a night shift, drank beers and got a little tipsy in the morning for a birthday and play badminton immediately after that (yeah, all in just a day, believe it), we decided to eat at Pizza hut Bistro in Megamall Atrium.
While I was happily eating my carbonara (badminton) and by happily meaning sloppily eating it, my friend said my face was just messy I remembered him.
Him who is my bestfriend/boyfriend who wasn't there to clean my lips and cheeks with a napkin, or a finger or his own lips.
Then last week, me and my fairytale friend (don't ask) we're texting each other and then she asked
"When can I find own (insert my bf's name)?"
I know they don't say it, but they always see you as the coolest boyfriend.
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I actually wrote this to point out that... yes. I miss you. So much.
{ music } Evermore - Never Let You Go
You know, a funny thing happened this week. Well it was from a mistake I did cause I tried adding an ex on my friendster account (well, cause she's already my friend in plurk and facebook.. yeah that's how I came to think we're friends now and it just came to me now that... oh. ooohhh not cool. ) oh and she's not my ex lol. My boyfriend's actually. Anyway, she suddenly deleted me from her plurk, her facebook and she just viewed me in friendster without adding me.
Oh and it doesn't end with that (cause I am sure you're actually thinking right now I'm such an assuming being) she then posts on her blog that she actually deleted her accounts on those sites and stated why "she/he" does it. Which makes my boyfriend enter the picture and that maybe, just maybe, (her thoughts...) my boyfriend might be the one using my account just to view her and might be the one adding her.
Wow, isn't it?
Oh well, assumption can really be the mother of fuck-ups. Just when I thought things are okay that I actually made an effort to be really friendly with her. And, yes, for me, this is just so funny I had to write it.
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Seriously, do I really look like I am a threat over your new relationship right now?
{ music } Cobra Starship feat. Leighton Meeser - Good girls go bad
{ show } How I Met Your
{ mood } whatever!
It's so hard to miss someone...
..just when the desire of wanting to touch and kiss every bit of his skin comes and he's not here makes me feel the gap of my fingers.
As time walks with me, there's so many things that I want to do, to feel and to experience. Guess you can call me great procastinator. Or maybe I am making an excuse for myself. Or something might be making an excuse for me.
One thing that I am sure of is, there's only one person that I want to share them with..
..and you're the only one
I want to do them with.
like, after we take a bath, I want to dry your hair with a towel then run my fingers over it and maybe kiss you again and again..
*sigh* It's like falling in love all over again...
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Watching you sleep yesterday was such a mesmerizing moment.
{ music } people ranting how hot it is
{ book } The time traveler's wife
{ mood } dorky
Teeny bopper style. Gratefulness of small things. Intoxicated from intense pleasure smile. Your head on the other end of the pillow with your lips slightly open, trying to catch breath from feeling what wonderful means.
Who would have thought I could giggle like a highschooler while you were pleasing me.
Moving a little lower so you can rest your head on my shoulder. Then the memory of your lips triggered a smile to be formed. Your apple-colored lips always looks so tempting and tasteful.. whenever I trace it with my finger it feels so soft and inviting that it makes me want to lick it even when we're in public.
It's so hard to desire you this way... because now it's raining and all I want to do is lie on the bed and bury my head on your neck and breathe in the scent that only you carries.
Because really, you're the only one I would love to spend my rainy days with.
{ music } matt white - best days
{ book } jerry spinelli - milkweed
{ show } gossip girl *gasp!*
{ mood } teeny boppery
