For awhile, i was pondering whether to write about my new boyfriend.
Throughout my years of writing about relationships,
i sometimes get really nasty and hurtful comments
from anonymous readers that would upset me then.
I think now i’m stronger in taking these in stride,
and not giving a shit what anyone says as long as *i’m* happy.
Also, i was at a point of how to separate public and private things on my blog.
Problem is, by not writing about something that means so much to me
and takes up so much of my activities and thoughts throughout the day,
also meant that i’m really falling for commercialism.
Because my blog was started to remind me of my life.
Of things i go thru.
The funny experiences i have.
What makes me laugh every day.
What makes me happy.
And he makes me very happy.
So i decided i will write about him.
So tada! (his favourite expression), i’m officially stating here (how cheesy) that i’m attached.
The first time i saw him, i thought nothing much (cos looks really don’t attract me la).
It was only after the first 6 hours of hanging out and talking to him,
that i couldn’t stop thinking about him for days.
I even told RowdyRudy about him.
“I met someone.”
“And i can’t stop thinking about him.”
“Are you thinking about the person when you wake up and before you go to sleep?”
“Yes! And… i don’t even think about him in a sexual way, but in a romantic way.”
“You’re in trouble.”
“I know.” *sigh*
“What am i saying, just go with it! How often do you meet someone that makes you feel this way? Life is short, go ahead and love. And if you get hurt, at least you tried.”
I didn’t need any pushing really.
I am the romantic sort.
I dream about having a feeling like this,
being smitten so bad that just communicating with the person gives me immense pleasure.
I turned to my private blog and wrote heaps on it.
Things like please, Universe, make him be in love with me too.
And sickening girly shit like that :p
And… the Universe really loves me.
Cos it happened for me.
I like that he’s in a totally different industry,
and knows nothing about my blog (okay fine, now he does cos we’re together la -_-)
I could go on about all the things i like about him,
but i’m trying not to make everyone throw up.
Last night, he was talking about how intimidating my er popularity was,
compared to him not having lots of close friends here.
“I’m a nobody,” he said on the sofa before we went out to drink.
“Don’t be stupid,” i shot back. “Nobody’s a nobody. Besides, you’re *my* somebody!” and flung my arms around him.
Today’s his 29th birthday
So i just wanna say Joyeux Anniversaire!