and we're on again?

while chilling on my bed, waiting for me to pack my shit to stayover:

"here, catch." *throws birthday gift at him*

"ooooh fancy. what is it?"

"your birthday present. u can only open it on the day ok."

"then u might as well keep it because i can't."

"...then u mai open now lor."

*pause, as if weighing pros and cons*

"you're not a very good influence on this whole present thing are you?" *narrows eyes*

i watched eagerly as he took out the box and even then he was already impressed -___-"
"babe look LOOK. there is a magnet on the box! how cool is that!" *clasps/unclasps for awhile*

-_____-"

followed by a: "WOW."

mission accomplished! :)

the fit was perfect, as if it was tailor made for him because it rests just nicely on the wristbone without being too tight or too loose.

emporio armani chequered ID bracelet.

headache of the year is over!

if u think shopping for a guy is hard, shopping for a guy who thinks almost everything fashionable is gay is a thousand times harder.

the constant battle between getting it or not went on for so long that it went on sale so i got it before they ran out :P

i love seeing it on him and catching him stealing glances at his wrist.

i'm glad you love it baby.

...now for another headache, where to bring him for dinner? T__T

x

jeffrey campbell lita in woven black.

this baby has risen to the top of the list as my number one favourite shoes! :)

standing at an impressive 5.5 inches, it's hard to imagine it being comfortable but i'm not exaggerating when i say among my other heels of which most of them don't threaten to kill my feet, this baby wins hands down.

can't wait to bring you out to play!

x

he got back from training at about 9am while i was still delirious from sleep in his bed and we cuddled for awhile.

"i wanna count your ribs."

"you stupid ah? got 12." *laughing already at such an obscure request*

"no let me count yours!" *starts to put in all sorts of body locks so that i can't object*

"HOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!" *fits of laughter from both of us*

"JUST. CALM. DOWN. OKAY. i just NEEEEEED to see where it starts and where it ends. NOW! let's start with the floating ribs!"

and he starts poking me and rubbing my ribs from the sternum all the way to my sides.

it ended with a lot of poking, squirming, laughing, tickling and struggling.

why am i dating a retard ar?