Excuse all the sappy, gooey recent posts.
I never thought I'd fall for him. In fact, I pursued him at first, only to satisfy and satiate my own ego at his responses. I learned things about him that irked me, things that were A Big No-No. He would fall deeper and deeper while I played along, keeping a a comfortable, obvious distance always judging, always feeding myself reasons why I'll never fall for him.
his ears bug me
his laugh, jeez
he doesn't understand me
he's not as witty as me
he eats too fast
eats like a cina chinese
bla bla bla
all throughout my ignorance, he'd still call. I'd let it ring.
He'd plan to meet at kickboxing, I'd say I cant go so he wouldn't, then glove up and go.
He refused to give me a break.
It wasn't long before I slapped myself and let my ego, my insecurities rest. I was too occupied putting all these walls up that I didn't realize the amazing person in front of me. I was perplexed at how genuine he was when I gave him a shot. When I gave him access into my self-contained stark, chaotic universe. The things he stood for, the principles he embodied made me realize that if there was a person to be judged, its me. He was perfect.
The things he does for me, the things he says. It feels corny and ridiculously juvenile but I cant help but smile at the thought of him. The mention of his name, or the blink of his name on my phone sets my insides aflutter .
To him, my body is perfect.
to him, I never ever ever smell bad. haha
to him, I'm the smartest girl he knows
to him, I'm as funny as Jim Carey on crack
to him, I can do no wrong
Its bizarre how our character is so jarringly parallel. How I'm infinitely inconsistent, temperamental, unpredictable. He on the other hand is all about order, goals, honor, structure, and food haha. He has a list of goals on his wall and one of them reads "to be the best person and provide the best for Sophie".
He cooks for me, never ever says anything about what I do/dont eat. He takes in my scent when he hugs me and almost instantly melts and drops lower into my arms ( padahal satu hari tak mandi ). His hand never leaves mine when he drives.
best of all, he wants to marry me.
And the decision, is mutual :)
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
irvingkl86: hehe.. no.. im tarzan
you jane
me swing tree
jane follow
malayrish: hahahha
irvingkl86: tarzan king of jungle
tarzan protect jane
jane tarzan's wife
jane live with tarzan in jungle?
jane want to?
malayrish: always
irvingkl86: hehe.. tarzan happy.. tarzan want make 10 little tarzan and little jane with jane
malayrish: 10???????????????
you jane
me swing tree
jane follow
malayrish: hahahha
irvingkl86: tarzan king of jungle
tarzan protect jane
jane tarzan's wife
jane live with tarzan in jungle?
jane want to?
malayrish: always
irvingkl86: hehe.. tarzan happy.. tarzan want make 10 little tarzan and little jane with jane
malayrish: 10???????????????
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
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