BeLLe & Kiddy FianTi
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
So sleepy... I'm at work now and since doc didn't step in today, I pretty much don't have anything to do, and it's no good for me now cause my eyelids are so heavy rite now, I swear I wud snore if I were to sleep on my desk this minute. My dear Fiance, has this habit of eating in the middle of the night... (yup, he can ask for food even at 3am!). So last night was of no diff. He already mentioned that he was hungry the minute we reached home at 11.15pm, but he said he's not sure of whether he wants to eat Mac, or eat maggi (no food at home, either the maid nvr cook or food finish already). There I was reading my novel, and suddenly, he's asking for maggi (do take note that to him, one pack is "menjamar", 2 packs is den a meal). I looked at the time - 5 minutes to one in the morning. It actually took him more 1 hour to decide wat to eat. Well, a fiancee got to do a fiancee got to do for the fiance rite... So I grabbed my book, and in my PJ, started to cook... But den deary saw how engrossed I was in my book, so he did the cooking himself. Only to realise that he put too much water and it seems diluted. Hehe... I did wat is supposed to be done and soon his meal is ready (as sweet as he will always be, there'll always be a small portion of the food for me). We makan in his room, cause the maid was sleeping in the dining area and we wouldn't wanna wake her up with the lights on. So we finished the meal in a short while, den went to bed (haha, he's the one putting on weight! And I'm the one losing weight for taking care of him all these while... muahahaa!).

Can't wait to knock off work today, less den an hour to go. I prolly go to the library first at tamp, no point I go back first since he won't be there anyway. At least I can get a book (finished the one last night...) and while waiting for him to come back, I can see myself with the book in the kitchen waiting for the laundry to finish washing... or prolly in the bedroom ironing his clothes and mine. Haiz... did I mention that I was losing weight here??? (p.s deary, I'm not complaining ok...).


Cheers.




Let me whisper... I love you...

L.O.V.E
There is only one terminal dignity... Love. And the story of a love is not important. What is important is that one is capable of love. It is perhaps the only glimpse we are permitted of eternity.

A.b.o.u.t M.e
BeLLe Fianti aka Wati
23 yrs old(26th March 1984)
ruthless_ladee@hotmail.com (msn & frenster
Assistant to a specialist in MT Elizabeth 24/7 lover to him. His baby. One & only.
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Fazli my baby. my family & relatives Bobo my cat Cheddar Ruffles
Hates
There are things (or people)that we seemed to dislike or even hate. Honestly, there're ppl who I dislike, but never without a reason. I try my best not to cross anyone's limit. And it will be great if you don't cross mine.

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