C.

I hate C sometimes, he's such a workaholic to an extend of not taking offs in one week or two. And this week he's just occupied with work and I, his beloved wifey, has to wait for his next off - which is NEXT WEEK.

I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.

It is ALWAYS the case! The first time we got back together (again), we met after like... 5 days later. And and and the VERY VERY VERY first time, took months later for us to see each other! Gosh I feel like we are already married, we know so much about each other! Frankly, I think we could just get married. I know him for so long... say, 4 years?

Amazing.

I really feel like giving a punch in his face because I really, really, really want to see him and give him a big squishy cuddle because he's just like a teddy bear.

I know C mysteriously pops up of nowhere in my blog so... I'm just going to briefly say a thing or two or more about him.

He has this... really awful temper, which, he tries to control most of the time when I irritate him. But when I go overboard, his eyes burn with flames but I always cry after looking into his eyes, so the flames turn into ashes and he hugs me. HAHAHAHAHAHA. The powerlization of girls crying, don't pray pray!

He loves food, just as much as I do. But he likes taking eating into a whole new level, he eats... say, almost everything. Err, even oysters, which I really abhor. And coriander stupid flower or leaves because they taste so bad. He eats everything. Everything.

He thinks a lot, just like me. Thinks too much for his own damn good, or think about problems, issues in his life, thinks about me and my retarded problems I have with him, thinks about ways to solve a particular question or whatever problems. And I KNOW it when he's thinking seriously. Still, his thoughts get disrupted after hearing my stupid voice. But like, 10 seconds later, he starts thinking again.

He works and he earns for himself and his family. I don't like to take his money because I think I can handle it with my own allowance. It's good to give men their financial space. I like to share because I feel that it'll make us closer together, like we have no worries about financial issues because you know, we share. I don't care how much you have, you don't care how much I have. When you don't have enough, I'll pass you some $$$ and when I don't have enough, you'll pass me. Right, baby?

We travel. No wait, I think I travel more than he does. He lives in Jurong West and I, live in... Bishan. HAHA.

Okay, this is fucking wordy. Byebye!

Oh wait, his name is Clifton btw! LOL.