Realize we're perfect for each other

And it's you and me, and we. :)

It's up to how seasoned couples judge us -- that we're way too stuck on each other, too childish, too sacrificial, too much of everything.

Whatever.

This month made me see alot. That you'll go out of a limb just to keep me away from the wolves. That dinner tastes good, even when it is 2 hours old, simply because it comes from you. That I'm insatiable when it comes to your generous hugs and kisses. That you have alot more vulnerabilities when it's 3am in the morning and you're angsty. I have all idea how many couples have gone their separate ways when their relationships sour or plateau off in the third year. But we're not like that. Everything else changes, but I pray that we stay the same, if not better off.

I hope I've been a good girl. I hope I've been what you've expected me to be. I hope I don't anger you (too much). I hope, just like every girl, that you'll stay the same, just like who you were when we first started. Stay the same, just like you and me. :)

(P.S.: I don't listen to Colbie Caillat, and the original version of this song isn't, well, something I'd want to hear Caillat sing. But the superb skills and chemistry of this couple blew me away. I don't listen to Colbie Caillat anymore; I listen to Phil and Laura. :) )

Swim swam SWARMED

Swarmed with work.

It's like a suicidal nosedive into projects and assignments when weeks 11 and 12 arrives. I can't wait to jump in, because neither can I wait to climb out of that shitpool.

Loads of event over the past weeks, amongst them the earthquake-cum-tsunami in Japan. Japan proved to the world that the adage "what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger" isn't a fallacy; the fact that they got roads running six days after the earthquake says alot about the cohesiveness and community spirit that falls short in many nations. While we all sit and pray that the nuclear crisis will not erupt into a full-blown nuclear meltdown, let's all re-evaluate ourselves using Japan as the benchmark and see how much we lack. Let's all pray for Japan.

And the HDB application arrived in the email with a big bang. Our queue number was... a four-digit number. Well, at least we tried. Nothing beats having no queue number at all. I just don't understand why there's an over-subscription every single time, even if the location isn't ideal. I don't see hoards of people queuing up to get married. I don't see the birth rates going up. So why do you need a flat when you're not even making babies?! And this is the reason why I don't buy lottery.

Love is made of Februaries

You should have guessed that Julie has been extremely busy for the past month. You're only half-correct. I was busy AND lazy.

Just a mini-recap, because I hate to retrospect.

XQRJ finals. It has been awe-inspiring, especially for budding musicians. Plus it was an ass-whipping for lazy ex-vocalists like me to remind us of how miniscule we are.




It all started on Valentine's Day 3 years ago, didn't it? This year I had a particularly difficult time trying to conceive a gift idea because this year's Valentine's Day happened to fall on the week I had crazy deadlines to meet. Jack gave me a scrapbook of our photos for the past 2 years. :)



And I made these for him. Gosh I know they look kind of on the hideous side, but I kinda like the way they stick together. :)



... plus I guess I'll never understand why Valentine's Day (or any other occassion) means that you should splurge on flowers. For a fact, florists will simply leverage on it and charge astronomical figures for them and, more importantly, it's simply unfair to base your love on the sacrificing of other lifes. Have you ever thought of flowers as life forms as well? Or does your love override their ride to live? Or would you like to argue that these beautiful things exist for the mere fact that love is selfish? GAH go on with your ways; karma will come back to haunt you and your relationship.

Plus Jack cooked. :)

More importantly, we're three. :)

Some people find it so difficult to stay in love with one person, because they never stop trying to find faults in the other party. Yet we see the best in each other, and accommodate each other's imperfections. We may not be the best in what we do or the most good-looking ones around, but you're the best for me.





Unknown to many, I have suffered several short bouts of self-condescension and self-doubt over the past 2 months, largely because of school work. But things add up in some way of another, and sometimes small misunderstandings tend to erupt into quarrels and a good amount of quibbling. To worsen matters, my heavy workload and tuition schedule totally killed alot of our usual meet-up times. But hey, aren't we still going strong?

We got to celebrate the second half of the day at Jack's Granddad's birthday party, with great wine, food and company. And the warmth I received was so overwhelming, it took alot not to cry while taking in all the sights and sounds. And to know that, one day, all this joy will also be mine to share is simply too much happiness to bear. :)