why do you wait for me?

Royalty

Marinah. I'm a vegetarian and I abhore animal abuse.
I can either be your Mary Poppins or your Tyler Durden, go figure.
I'm opinionated, pensive, intrepid and very very stubborn
I absolutely despise impudence, especially from those with no knowledge, talent or ideas of their own.
I'm anal about the use of language
Music and the deviant underground play a huge part in my life
Materialistic, but I believe in obtaining my own wealth, not depend on others.
Superficial at the very least, Judgmental at most
Currently, i'm just contented with my brain stimulated by literature, film and art
My heart filled with love by the PandaCat, my boys & bestfriends, pipi and my family
and my soul, exhilirated by the endless music and lyrics i'm exposed to daily

Reach Me

msn

at: kuchizuke__@hotmail.com (that's 2 underscores for you)
gmail

at: bitemeblondie@gmail.com

19 July, 2006 : why do wait for me?

hello. surprise! it's my second entry this month. issit? ah well. whatever it is, i feel happy now, and i have so many things to say, and i'm wondering how i'm going to think straight.
come into this cozy room of mine and you'll see me sprawled like a whale on my bed, which is filled with more than 8 pillows, mind u. and i have 3 blankets along with my beady MOGU pillow. oh and that famous antiflag bag that i carry with me too. i have a certain playlist on my 'tunes. songs that remind me of him. which is weird cos it consists of Track 17 and 18 of some hxcmixedthing he gave me, his band songs, along with santana, alanis and eisley. ahhh eisley. oh! and rockinghorsewinner as well. yummy bands they are. and heyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy u see me clad in orange shorts and an oversized ARMY tshirt belonging to that certain someone. and i smell of conditioner, strawberries and i smell of him. the cozy baby-ish scent mixed with sweat and just that distinct kaikai smell i call it. very comforting, very irresistable.
he doesn't need CK or Hugo to help him smell good.
i was suffering throughout the day cos i didnt have that tingly feeling in my tummy i get whenever i know he's coming to pick me up. he picks me up all the time but i still get that feeling all the same. and i'll keep looking at my old watch and wondering if he's nearby, and i'll get the most pleasant of surprises when i see him walking past the shop smiling at me. and then i can't stop smiling.
that was what he did yesterday.
he came during lunch though so it was crowded and i was getting slammed at the spin station, laughing at judy's adorable english and ben/anthony's crude jokes and smiling at dear kean yap who's like a small ahbeng doing drinks. and he walked past, smiled at me and for a moment i felt the whole world stopped and i was on cloud 9. yesh, the darling has arrived! when the crowd was gone, he came back and i managed to give him a big wet kiss before returning to work and im just so glad my managers like him too! and forced me to make him a drink on the house :)
the day was spent with him lying on my lap, having a nap while i stare at him, carassed his hair (oh my god he has the softest hair EVERRRRRRRRRRRRR) and massaged his forehead. i sang him lullabys softly and he smiled. bliss, i call it. we exchanged rugby stories, we laughed.
i love it when he hugs me, strokes my hair and my back and just tells me how much he sayangs me. in that smooth voice of his. and he kisses my hand like a true gentleman. his tongue twists when he talks, making him look so adorable when he's embarassed. how he just tidies up my bag, gets rid of all the rubbish and organizing everything just so i wont spend 3 hrs at the station looking for my wallet. i love it that he moshes with me, lifts me up to his shoulders just so i could look for a friend of mine. i love it that he looks out for balloons when we're walking just so i wont get scared. i love it that he looks so yummmmy in his army uniform and his boots, when he wind blows his hair, his dimples. when he drops by for 5 mins to pass me mashed potatoes, when he gets me the songs i want. i love it that when we kiss, i feel like tinkerbell's dusts are all over my body making me float up to the moon. i love it that i can tell him anything and everything. i love the secrets that we share. i love feeling insecure when he tells me things and tries to make it up and coax me out of the whole lull moment. i love it that he speaks mandarin. i love it when he pulls me onto his lap and just holds me like a little doll. i love it that he plays rugby.
i love everything about him.
everything.
2 days without him and i'm turning into a grumpy frump.
hmpfh.
i love it that i miss him so much.
and i love it that he misses me too.
i love khairulnizam abidin.
i hope i spelt that right. hahahhaa.
sayannnngggg dier.

Royalty

at: kuchizuke__@hotmail.com (that's 2 underscores for you)
gmail

at: bitemeblondie@gmail.com