I probably shouldn’t be devouring this yummy piece of kueh lapis but screw it because my hunger pangs are beyond massive and metasizing into something benign because I’m going to get some nicely chilled potato salad now.
Anw, the past week was undeniably sweet though it felt like I was conceivably exposed to the besettling vulnerability of relationships. It was almost like the relationships were posied for a petulant yet inexorable implosion. For instance, awkward circumstances with colleagues+friends?
Also, on Saturday, Potatou and I experienced about half a day of mutual antagonism whereby I felt that he was being horribly ignominious and well, from his perspective,I was probably a tad too immature and quixotic in my actions and decisions.
It ended up with a crazy quarrel in the car because he kept driving around the carpark while holding my hand and I had to pee so damn badly. Thinking back, we both agreed that the semi-maelstrom like state was plain hilarious.
” I want to go home! Can you stop holding my hand.”
( Pee was frickin coming out.)
” But you’re torturing me!”
” NOOOOOO, YOU’RE torturing me! I need to pee very badly!”
If you’d really like to know, we fell out of the embroilment and the rest of the night was a entirely happy and blessed one.
Ah, and work is alright, I finally made some time off for Potatou! Last Saturday night we went to Chinatown and finally, I took a off this Saturday just to spend time with him! Picnic+wallet hunting!
Venue: Chinatown baby!
Koi. Got a cuppa since we were at Chinatown.
Really, he isn’t half as stupid or idiotic as he looks. Considering he’s in nus businezzz ad because I don’t even know if I’m gng to get into a good course in uni. ):
HAHAHAHAHAH.
To give him credit, I’m actually wearing a pair of wedges.
Yucks. Always acting so gay.
-unleashes 5p1p and bodyslammmmm.
My hair looks gross here.
Potatou asked me to give the fb description for this album and all I could think of was, ” soak in the hustle and bustle of chinatown.” My goodness, my vocabulary bank is so failing me.
Venue: Botanic Gardens.
Pasta cooked by me and the crispy brown chicken thing was fried by potatou.
Low self esteem day so didn’t want to look in the camera. Hahah.
Peace out y’all!
The only reason why I significantly devote most of my free time to Potatou is because he’s a utmost priority in my life. Honestly, no one would ever do half or even a quarter of the shit he does for me. Though he still refuses to eat the fat from my kfc chicken and scold sesame that silly dog for eating up my sandal. Ok, I’m kidding. But, I love you dear! We”ll have a great time on Vday!
Hi friends, date me after cny week okay? Ask me out! I will try to make my schedule free if I can!!!!!! Omg, I’m really excited to meet my poly friends again soon! Fiona, lets go for some fried wantonssss.
Ciao.
xxxxx.
