(EVERYONE, except Rachel, is allowed to read this!)

MY GIRLFRIEND’S BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO GET FOR HER! HELP! ANY IDEAS? DROP YOUR SUGGESTIONS IN MY COMMENTS! Thank you (:

No, Rachel, I don’t really mean what the card says (as in the junk and vag part). But, I know you’ll like it cuz of your HORNY ASS MIND!

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY RACHEL! HAHA! I LOVE YOU! (:

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Because of my exams, I didn’t have time to pass Rachel her early Valentine’s Day gifts last Wednesday, which was three days before V-day ): So meanwhile I posted a stupid and lame e-card online for Valentine’s Day, while she wrote me a super nice poem and gave me gifts (all of which you can see below)! I feel like a prat now. I wish I could write as well as her! I hope she achieves her ambition of being an author one day! I love reading everything she writes (:

Oh well here is the poem that she wrote me! (: Probably only Rachel and I will understand it because it relates to what we have gone through, and have to go through.

Hands and Feet

Above her head,
The timekeeper’s hand trembles so slowly
Like someone unwilling to liberate
A leashed Rottweiler, savage and thirsty.

In the airwaves we sense that recognisable tune
Reminding us it’s time to go 
However I hear the steady drumming inside turn riotous
As if just my legs are racing against skilled cyclists.

I take a look, but they are still, 
Just dangling above the floor, useless
They know better than to take flight
When she’s not done with her meaningless script.

It’s all unfathomable noises around me
But I couldn’t care less
All that could hold my attention is what your heart says
Right now, what am I doing
I’m ignoring the rest.

Bowed in prayer, my mind begs her to hurry
Miss, set us free 
Us trapped butterflies can’t be bothered 
About what you’re spewing out, it’s all just a scientific flurry
All that really is on our mind 
Is where irreplaceable love will blossom

And besides
We certainly won’t make superb chemists
Now would we?

My excited feet understand the wave of her hand
Perhaps that is where my third eye is located
On the soles of my feet
My feet tell me, 
We like her gesture of freedom.

In no time at all, 
In front of me is where you stand
We don’t care who sees us embrace because 
It is like having written eight dozen books and
Finally receiving a prize
For the first one you wrote.

And now it is my heart 
That competes against those relentless cyclists
Their mesmerising silver wheels
Are making me dizzy with love, yet again.

The merciless hand swiftly marks 
Its one thousand and eight hundredth stroke 
We must part once again 
I never want to leave you, but I must.

My thoughts carry wishes of giving you a goodbye kiss 
Instead, a simple farewell replaces it 
And we let go of each other’s hands, as
We really can’t have you weak like me.

The four roses face away from the sun
Frowning upon me, 
But I look at them barefaced.

They are an agitated red,
Allergic to me.

I want to leave them out on your windowsill,
If you even had one
So when you peer out, 
You would be reminded of our love
Our sad love which I
Once compared to the bittersweet
Forbidden fruit.

Now I’ve realised that
Our love is achievable,
How stupid was I
Not to believe it in the past.

It’s quite unbelievable that our love is true
Truer than the existence
Of any living, breathing soul amongst us.

For every single one
Of my roses’ worth in days
I’ll see you then, my love
Happy Valentine’s Day.

Besides the poem, she gave me gifts as well when we met up last Wednesday! (: As you can see in the pic above, a black cat diary with her spe shuhhhlest thoughts, and a heart shaped envelope which she made herself. The envelope contains a really sweet note inside! Seeeeeeeeeeee below! (:

Don’t be fooled! The note is really small! It’s like only the size of my palm! I had no idea how she squeezed so many words into it! She has such tiny handwriting! And look at the 26 (my fav number) roses she drew! How on earth does she write and draw such tiny thingys! It’s so sweeeeet (:

And then this! As you can see above, it is actually a drawing of me which the girl, who she gives tuition to, drew! You’re not gonna get to see the drawing though cause I look funny in it! (:

And last but not least, as seen above, a belated birthday card that has a SUPER AWESOME, AWESOMER THAN AWESOME THOMSON, GUITAR on the cover, which Rachel drew as well!

Sigh, you see now why I have the bestest ever girlfriend in the world? Be jealous! (:

I’ll never ever be able to draw or write like the love of my life! She’s so awesomeeee. Awesomer than me, Awesome Thomson! Thanks for spending so much time to make me the gifts, Rachel (: I love you so so much forever and always no matter what.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! And most of all, you, Rachel, my love of a lifetime (:

I wanna know if I could be, someone to turn to that could never hurt you.. 

I shouldn’t be blogging. I’ve got a fuck load of school projects to complete. LOADSSSS! ARGHHHH. I fucking hate projects. Fucking exams are round the corner too. Blearhhhhhuggggghhhhh. There’s no bloody respite. So many bollocking modules that none of us are interested in. I shan’t bother going into detail, it would just make me feel more @#$%^%^&&%$#.

Fuck it, here I am blogging anyways. I think maybe I need to unload my thoughts first, clear them out of my head before I can start on my work, cuz I don’t feel like doing anything now.

- I love spe shuhhh girl.

- Oh well oh well. Damn, I get so jealous. I get jealous of how he can see you everyday when the last time I saw you was so many months ago. Haha, I know, stupid reason to get jealous. But the feeling really really sucks though. Sigh.. Damn it. 

- I miss jamming. I miss guitar, I miss bass, I miss singing, I miss rocking out. I need to let my emotions out through music ):

- Oh yeah, please stop counting down the number of assignments and deadlines and how many days are left till our exams. It does no one any good and just stresses the FUCK out of everyone. Yeah.

- I fucking hate the bengs and lians who speak singlish so motherfucking loud in buses and blast their shit chinese/R and B music on their handphones. Die die DIEEEEEE!

- The weather’s been really nice and cooling the past few days. Why can’t it be like that everyday?

- This period of the year always seems to suck. I guess it’s cuz the semester is ending and we got so many bloody project deadlines due and exams are always round the corner and there’s no EPL to watch on teeveee ):

- I don’t want to cut my hair.

- I love spe shuhhh girl. 

We got a little world of our own
I’ll tell you things that no one else knows
I let you in where no-one else goes
What am I doing without you?

Okay, I shan’t blog anymore. I feel so wonky. Gotta start on my motherfucking projects. Ciao.