As he lays asleep

Here you are in my lap.

You are having strange dreams again. And I know, because you stopped snoring and your body tensed up ever so slightly. You let out a small whine and started shuffling more than usual.

I put my book down and stroked your head, asking you if you're okay. You mumbled indistinctly and turned to hug my knee. Is it because you're cold? Because ni kold ma? Get it?

Heh heh but nonetheless.





You hugged my knee and fell into your slumber easily again, this time with me as your amulet against your dreamed up nonsense. And you slept well till I stifled a sneeze too loudly and let out an untimely cough.

Now you stopped hugging my left knee, and instead laid a heavy hand on my right. It isn't a hug this time, it's an open palm squashed against your legs and my knee. You continued your happy slumber.

Yes I am in love with you. And yes I am so deliriously restless that I am writing tales on the way you sleep and shift.

I am going to wake you up and ask you to take a stroll downstairs with me.

Maybe get ice cream.

/update/

ABORT ABORT A B O R T - but too late.

He was annoyed that I woke him up but eventually forgave me and we continued our Breaking Bad spree! After a while I, no surprise, whined about being hungry and we did take a long stroll to my ice cream heh.

We were talking about my upcoming Tokyo trip and he mentioned again that he's done with Asia and wants to go to those further away, like Europe. So I asked who he's going with and he exclaimed, ever so romantically, "You lah!"

And I said something like maybe you should ask if I have a budget for me and he, very very sweetly, explained that if he's planning things without my knowledge, then it is very likely he doesn't expect me to stretch my budget for it awwwww my heart melted into a little puddle.

And my wallet went hallelujah thank god for the best boyfriend ever.

Recovery stages of our matchy ink.

Today was the last time I'll see him in a while, since he's gonna go for a sail again and just as he comes back, my trip to Tokyo will be due. So all in all, the next time I'm seeing him is a day after I touch down.

I spent quite a while the morning after bugging him to not leave so early and holding his hand and hugging his face and kissing him for all its worth and I think I never want to be without him for the rest of my life.

Anyway here are the two survivors of my Instagram purge:

- Quote from the book, "Manners" by Kate Spade

Zelda Sayre eventually became Zelda Fitzgerald - a most poetic explosion for the literacy world.

This quote came from a series of books from Kate Spade on social etiquette. I read them only briefly, and the only two lessons I ever really remembered are, "Ship goes out to sail," as in the way you scoop soup (tip: spoon out) and, "Wine is always a good house gift."

There was a section on note-writing. It teaches you how to write notes, whether is it to thank someone for hosting a lovely party or to tell a lover he's on your mind.

Zelda Sayre is a strong poet in her own right, no less brilliant than the frazzled mind of F. Scott Fitzgerald. But instead of penning something complicatedly beautiful, she decided this simple, bespoke little note was good enough for one of the most powerful writers of our time.

What a quaint idea.

A long time ago I entertained the idea of dating a writer. How nice it would be to drown in each other's idea of romance, suffocate each other in lengthy proses and pen down thoughts in color together.

But nowadays my definition of love is when Gabriel cheekily bites my cheeks after saying, "Why must we do the two minute talk again, didn't we do it already?!" so nyeah, I'm happier the way I am now heh heh,

And this was in a magazine atop a coffee table in a little Tanjong Pajar cafe.

Holy fuck I used to be so much more hipster hahaha. I would spend days pining over cafes and picking up reads from the table. But anyway this was one of my favorites, seeing how I like to be a miserable little fuck.

It resonated deeply with me at that point. But not anymore. And that is probably why it no longer deserved a place on my Instagram, which is fast becoming my fan page to Gabriel and a chronicle of my travels.

But if I ever want to be sad again, I know where to find this.