OK, here goes.

BF went to play poker with his friends. He asked me to go but I'm not interested in playing poker.
So I decided that I don't want to go. And also because I have some reading up to do. So he went alone. And now I'm alone at home.

I don't know what I'm feeling. On one hand, I don't mind being alone and doing my work but on the other, I feel pissed because I came all the way from Singapore and he can't put off his poker game until I go off. Which is very soon by the way.

This sucks, I can't ask him not to go. Neither do I want to go. I made the decision about staying back so I shouldn't be pissed off. But I know that the chance of quarreling with him when he gets back later is gonna be pretty high. Suck la. I'm not exactly keen on going boating with his friends next week too. Its our last weekend before I fly home.

Maybe I'm just angsty because I'll be leaving soon.

Simon's guidelines to being fat

1. Sit infront of study material and chant 'peach, ice cream and M&Ms'. 

2. Causally say: I thought you wanted to make nutella bread? And proceed with a: I want thick thick nutella. 

3. 'We go exercise later' but never happens. 

4. 'I can eat some ramen if you can't finish' and 'this is good'. Followed by 'I think I'll have one packet too'. 

5. 'But I'm tired' when asked to exercise. 

Getting fat. But will get back in shape once im gone because no more fattening food and more time to exercise:) nice tummy anyway. Haha. 

How can anyone feel so happy just being with that special someone? But this is how I feel. 

It's surreal, falling asleep beside him every night and waking up likewise. 

Knowing that he is always there to watch my back, never having to be afraid of getting lost because the moment I'm out of his vision (even if it's just to snap a photo), he appears right next to me with the where-did-you-go face. Planning all the things that I will like to do without even asking me simply because he knows me so well. And simple things like thanks for lunch and dinner was so good tonight. Teaching me how to drive and holding on to the door because I seriously scare him shitless. Haha. These are all the things that make me feel so fuzzy inside. 

And the way we played with Owen? It felt so good. I think he would make a good dad. I never thought that I would like kids so much but I do. It's fun to play with them. 

This guy is just awesome. So awesome that it makes me feel that simply cleaning and making meals for him isn't enough. It's like he deserves the best of the best. I want to give him so much more and make him as happy as he has made me. He always says that home is where the heart is. And I've never really believed him because I know my heart belongs to many others back in Singapore. But being here with him is just so... nice. I'm slowly starting to believe that I'll be fine wherever he is. 

Oh and how he can laugh and salute me after the rice cooking incident resulted in such a smoky room? And how he said at least I didn't check my eyebrows? I know he's the one:) no doubt. 

Wild Frontier

So, here I am, finally in Texas with the goon pilot boyfriend.
Its nice to be here with him, and I love the place.

I'm in Del Rio, which is pretty out of the urban city setting, Didn't really like San Antonio, too city-ish for me but I like Del Rio.
 Un-touristy, full of bushes and plantations (ok, too much plantations are not good). Its really a cowboy town and there is so much to explore. Too bad I suck on the road, like really suck. If not I'll be super busy visiting all the cool wild places. There is Amistad Nature Reserve nearby and there are so many many things to do that, they have tackle shops, camping shops and stuff like that. SO COOL RIGHT. Slap me please, why can't I drive.

This driving thing is really getting to me, and the goon pilot boyfriend is argh, just annoying. But its not his fault, I really do stupid things on the road. Just that his impatience and the why-you-can't-do-it face and tone drives me insane and makes me so flustered. And let's admit it, I don't like the feeling of being put down, especially by him. Of course he means well. SUCK LA, WHY CAN'T I DRIVE PROPERLY. When I think of the un-explorable places because I can't drive, I wanna die. WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Let me defend myself k, I don't think I drive like that in Singapore. Pretty sure I don't. His car is so sensitive, the steering especially. And the speed here is crazy. And his car is so big that I find it difficult to check mirrors and I keep veering off. I super don't like it when his friends' gf can drive but I can't, am I really that cui? Whatever it is, unless I can get the hang of driving here, I can forget about going anywhere on my own. DAMN.

But I'm not exactly bored staying in his room everyday. There is so much to do. Clean up the place (old habits die hard), cook for him (because I like cooking), internet, school stuff. It scares me abit, how much I enjoy doing household chores. How can someone as strong headed, stubborn and dominant (more than average) enjoy doing these things? It made me super happy when he finished all the mushroom and said to himself that dinner was so good last night. Maybe its only temporary. Haha, maybe soon I'll be damn sian of staying in his room and show him black face when he comes home. Its nice to have some time on my own though, can read all the interesting things that I have been wanting to read but never had the time. Is this how students on gap years become so well versed and knowledgeable? Any case, I haven't started school stuff. Should start after our Houston trip, its gonna be a mad rush when I get back.

Ta-ta for now:)