But then again, how could I not? A night of non-stop quarreling with Gabriel, ending in an all-out war that led to me crying over how I'm going to leave him and him going 'ok'? Jesus I got to learn to take things better.
To put the cherry on top of my shitcake, the studio I woke up at 7am for all the way at Ka-fucking-tong rejected me. I raged all the way there and until I saw Cedele. And my anger melted as fast as my scrambled eggs.
Dear God, smoked salmon, I love you.
Right after this photo, I searched for food photography techniques hahah.
Baby ended work early and came over.
He was so adorable. I was just finished cooking for my siblings and was about to bring in the laundry but my baby brother saw me and quickly came over, helping me bring them in awww. Then baby came out of the bathroom and watched us do the laundry.
My sister came out of the room and took a look at the three of us hanging at the balcony and questioned what Gabriel was doing, since he's the only lazy one doing nothing. And he adorably went, "Wo zai kan." awww.
He messed adorably with my penny board for a bit, mimicked my dad lying on the floor for a bit, legit laid on the floor because it was genuinely cooling for a bit, made fun of everything in my room radiating heat for a bit, and then we left.
Waiting for the Uber gave us time to sky-watch. It's not one of my hobbies, I got piqued by this Facebook post from this dude who meshed photos taken over a 1 hour period of our local lighting. And it was intense, much like the show we saw from downstairs our place.
We reached Moon early and instead of going with our intended wrist position, I decided to slide out to the side while he flipped it from horizontal to vertical instead.
Mine stung quite a bit and I quietly told Gabriel it is because the last time I inked, I hadn't been introduced to yoga yet. And now, yoga has taught me to be aware of my body. And hence the pain is real.
He tried really hard not to laugh.
I know this means a lot to him.
He had an ex who tattooed his chosen Catholic name above her ass (which is an insult to the gods and him, come on) and he never did anything to match that. But with this, he chose it 2cm bigger than mine and had no contemplation about it.
In our fight yesterday, he said this ink matters less to me because I've had six but it means a lot to him since it's only his second. And this second, more specific one, is dedicated to me too. And it really upset him that I said I wanted to cancel even though I didn't mean it.
He's still a cruel man for putting me through that shit-show yesterday but at least I get it now.
So cheesy but awww.
The raving I have for this piece is incredible. Everybody talks about how well done it is. The rest of my tattoos have faded into oblivion in favor of this piece. I find it quite distracting most days; my favorite is still my collarbone one.
No better way to celebrate cheesy couple tattoos then with Swee Choon!
He made me do this pose insisting it makes me look adorable awww.
His is a glaring piece huh.
After that an Aprilia seller rang him up and we rushed out for a viewing. I made him take photos of me and the ink first before the cab and he was all lazy about it, and hence the slew below:
Here I am walking to my spot getting ready to pose and here he was still on his selfie game.
Can't wait for the ink to set and redness to go.
Rest of the night was spent waking up the whole of Marymount with his soon-to-be Aprilia. That monster is a thing of beauty. So big and hulking and strong. I can already picture him humping the exhaust pipe to death. The seller loved him.
And I love him too. :)
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