It all began when my mom burst into my room to tell me repeatedly, in her super high-pitched voice, that my tuition teacher was here. Apparently, I had the days mixed up, I thought she would be coming on Sunday.
So I dragged myself out of bed to sit through 2 hours of Chemistry. Time seemed to pass so slowly, it even dragged on longer than it should have. Luckily, it had to end eventually and I hurriedly took a shower and got ready to meet Mr. Beautiful.
I took the MRT down to his house, where he had a cake waiting for me. I almost started tearing when I found out he only had an hour's sleep, preparing everything. I wished for 3 things before blowing out the candles, in the hope that one of them would be fulfilled.
The next activity involved the popping of highly-pressurized balloons in his room. Frankly, I was afraid to do it, for fear that the rubber would snap at my skin. I've enough injuries already. However, it proved to be all right, and I popped them all, out came many little red hearts with messages scrawled upon them.
"I love you because...."
We spent the day in each other's company, and had a cheap and good dinner at Bedok, where we ordered a bowl of curry chicken noodles, wanton mee, fish soup, and two cups of sugarcane juice. We walked around to "aid digestion", and then parted at the bus interchange at about 11pm. I have a feeling there's still more to come after this celebration, heh.
On the way home, I saw a family of cockroaches. They were in a circle, their feelers twitching, the children were eating grains of some sort. It was very, very cute. Cockroaches they may be, but they're a loving family.
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And to my Mr. Beautiful-
Thank you for buying me a cake. Thank you for taking the effort to cut out so many hearts. Thank you for taking the effort to cut out the shirt stencil. Thank you for writing music for me. Thank you for losing sleep for me. Thank you for cuddling me. Thank you for loving me.
I love you, too. :)
So I dragged myself out of bed to sit through 2 hours of Chemistry. Time seemed to pass so slowly, it even dragged on longer than it should have. Luckily, it had to end eventually and I hurriedly took a shower and got ready to meet Mr. Beautiful.
I took the MRT down to his house, where he had a cake waiting for me. I almost started tearing when I found out he only had an hour's sleep, preparing everything. I wished for 3 things before blowing out the candles, in the hope that one of them would be fulfilled.
The next activity involved the popping of highly-pressurized balloons in his room. Frankly, I was afraid to do it, for fear that the rubber would snap at my skin. I've enough injuries already. However, it proved to be all right, and I popped them all, out came many little red hearts with messages scrawled upon them.
"I love you because...."
We spent the day in each other's company, and had a cheap and good dinner at Bedok, where we ordered a bowl of curry chicken noodles, wanton mee, fish soup, and two cups of sugarcane juice. We walked around to "aid digestion", and then parted at the bus interchange at about 11pm. I have a feeling there's still more to come after this celebration, heh.
On the way home, I saw a family of cockroaches. They were in a circle, their feelers twitching, the children were eating grains of some sort. It was very, very cute. Cockroaches they may be, but they're a loving family.
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And to my Mr. Beautiful-
Thank you for buying me a cake. Thank you for taking the effort to cut out so many hearts. Thank you for taking the effort to cut out the shirt stencil. Thank you for writing music for me. Thank you for losing sleep for me. Thank you for cuddling me. Thank you for loving me.
I love you, too. :)
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