Told him last friday that I had sore throat and he just plainly dismissed it saying it's because I didn't drink.

But amazingly, after drinking a little, my sore throat was gone the next day. But I am not attributing it to the works of alcohol. It's purely because I drown myself with a hell lot of water and the herbal tea he bought.

Was that the Giant over the weekend and got "conned" by the promoter aunite that this particular of wine from Portugal is nice and sweet. The promoter auntie seriously impressed me with her knowledge and the way how she pronunced "Moscato" with an accent. However, the wine turns out to be awful.

We haven't explored much yet, so far, this Moscato introduced by Jeremy is the sweetest.

As for beer, it's Kronenbourg 1664 .

One more thing I like about him is that he drinks with me.
He should drink less actually, he doesn't have a good heart.
And trust me, saturday nights are best spent drinking, snacking and movie-ing at home.

I have a boyfriend who helps me to pluck my armpit hair.
All right, others might find it a bit weird.
But you cannot not admit that it's sweet.

He claimed that he is an observant person. Yes, he is. Observant to others than his own girlfriend to be exact.

So much and all, I am still learning how to love myself.

This was lunch or rather dinner alone at city hall while waiting for him to finish work last Saturday. In fact, I had roamed around orchard, city hall on my own almost the whole day waiting for him. Till 5 plus, it was decided that I had to eat something before I started wanting to vomit.

This china lady at this eatery waved to me and since there are a plenty of seats in there, I decided that fine, here should be since its dinner time and most places are filling with crowds.

While eating alone, it strike me that how sad it would be if I have to end up eating alone in the future.
Eat alone, shop alone.
But someone told me before that one has to learn to be alone. You wouldn't know if you will end up being alone.
There are a few single old ladies in the office and Sartha and I would visualize us being like them 20 years later. How screwed that can be isn't it.
There are times which I would prefer to shop alone because I believe shopping alone gets things done faster. But I have never like to eat alone. I think it's rather a sad thing to have to eat alone.

Through that day, anytime, I would prefer to have him with me. At least, when I saw Harris bookshop selling spiderman collection box, I can show him.

Sleeping alone

It is nice to have someone sleeping beside you. Of course, not just anyone.

I hate sleeping alone. Especially ever since I got dumped last Oct. Since then, my mum slept with me for 2 months. Then she decided that her husband might dump her for sleeping with her daughter so she went back to sleep with her husband.

Though she did drop by to show her sympathy for awhile but after her husband came home 12am, she will go back to her husband. The trade, she will sleep with her door open and mine too. So technically speaking, I am not exactly sleeping alone.

Even when things got better, I still slept with my door open. I just don't like sleeping "alone" in the room. Weekends are still alright because I would be sleeping over his place.
Weekdays, the door would have to be open though I would close the door doing my stuff before bedtime. Bedtime, open the door and climb onto bed.

Then one night, I suddenly realised that both my brother's and parent's room door are closed.

So, it's obvious, I still sleep alone.

Jeremy said he saw this on facebook.

"if you are in love with 2 persons, choose the second one.
Because if you had love the first person enough, you wouldn't have fall for the second one."

How true.

If you're not the one

If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you’re not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all

I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

If I don’t need you then why am I crying on my bed?
If I don’t need you then why does your name resound in my head?
If you’re not for me then why does this distance maim my life?
If you’re not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?

I don’t know why you’re so far away
But I know that this much is true
We’ll make it through
And I hope you are the one I share my life with
And I wish that you could be the one I die with
And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with
I hope I love you all my life

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?

‘Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away
And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today
‘Cause I love you, whether it’s wrong or right
And though I can’t be with you tonight
You know my heart is by your side

I don’t want to run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand
If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am
Is there any way that I could stay in your arms

I drink like every weekend.
Because drinking takes my mind off things and makes me happy.

Sometimes, it's better not to be sober.