I'm loving it

I know it's an unearthly hour to blog at, but hail the miracle powers of chicken essence. So here I am, sniffing and decorating my beddings with balls of tissue paper...



Was looking through my photobucket album and I happened to spot this picture I took with the very lousy 1.3 megapixel camera phone I had about a year ago. My Besties and I were strolling along the paths on Sentosa, and we chanced upon the laser show they had there. Of course, being extremely stingy gits, we didn't bear to part with our money just to see lights shooting around, so we just leveraged on the fact that the barrier was low, and had a free show. The fireworks at the finale were just stunning, I'd tell you. Oh man, girls, I wanna watch that again~! And I'm feeling the same way at this point of time.*Giggles*I know those detractors are going to start tsktsk-ing again, but whatever.
I just love the way you set off all those fireworks in my head and drive me crazy with that little eyebrow-raising action.
I love the way we baby-talk.
I love the way I'll smack your hand and then apologize profusely. I refuse to believe it doesn't hurt but, oh well.
I love the way I fell asleep on you.
I love the way I laugh whenever I compare the size of our hands.
I love the way you pout, and then say,"Ok lor..."
I love to watch you peruse your notes with that seriousness in your eyes.
I love to rake up your "pink-shirt incident".
I love to watch you gobble your food, and then regret it when you finish your share and start to watch me eat.*Shucks*"Can you not watch me eat?"
I love your old jeans more.
I love it when you wear pink, even when they say that only Takeshi Kaneshiro can wear pink.
I love the way you try to do stand-up comedy, and then pout when I laugh at you.
I love your backrubs.(even though I was the originator.)
I love the way you sound so profound whenever you're talking about school work to Gordon or JiaHui or me. (Simply because I don't and never will understand a single ounce of what you say except for the theory of uncertainty.)
I love the way you send me sound clips of you serenading on the guitar, and make me smile like a mindless idiot at the airport arrival hall.
And I'm still loving every single day.