I'm not afraid of being too little for you. What I'm afraid is will I ever be too much for you. Too much of pessimism during my lows. Or just too much of optimism during my highs. Too much of the intense expectations of us, especially of how adorable our future babies are, of how enjoyable our standard of life would be. Too much of annoying petty questions like do you love me, am I the most beautiful woman to you when I clearly know what your answers will be. Too much of nagging as if that would make me more attractive towards you. And so and so...
I never want to be too much for you, for my love ones.
Still counting my blessings.
When he offered to piggyback me without hesitation through the trail of soiled grass when all I uttered was "Eww". When I was back on my clean feet, I remembered he was wearing his new pair of birken. My added weight must have caused his birken to submerge deeper into the soiled grass.
When he peeled the only prawn he had in his fav Korean bean curd soup and gave it to me lying through his teeth that he has another one. I saw through his lies but he insisted I have it anyway.
1 Nov 2015: our 7th anniversary and he puts a ring on me. The proposal was a great success because I was so taken aback by the surprise that I screamed, laughed, cried altogether. The hysterical me obviously didn't manage to keep my composure (not that I was attempting to anyway) despite all the different cameras aiming at me. With our beloved families and close friends there to witness this significant moment, I have nothing more to ask for.





#ootd of an #ootd
Child kidnapper alert!
Books Actually
I haven't had time to immerse myself in world of words for so long. All my reading time is devoted to studying and slipping in time to catch up on news daily. Reading news is probably the closest I've been to actually reading during my degree phase. Long forgotten are the touch of storybooks in my hands, the smell of the pages when I flip over and the reluctant slipping of my bookmark in between the pages when I've to stop reading. I'll be back on my reading track after I'm done with my final wees. Reading of books which I'm emotionally attracted to and of course those that I'm 'financially' and 'economically' attracted to if you get what books those are.
PS Cafe only allows takeaways and the limited seats are only suitable for wine tasting or desserts and the Q at a food bistro signified a wait too terrifying for our famished stomachs, we settled for Poteato.
The truffle fries reminded me that I still haven't pay Sprmrkt a visit for their highly raved truffle fries. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that this truffle fries' sub-standard reminded me of that, this plate is goodness itself.
Buffalo wings
My BBQ ribs with a unique sauce which tastes of Indian's spices that I, fortunately, like. No racist intention, just that Jeremy didn't like the taste of spice in the sauce like I did,
Having laid my eyes on PS Cafe's desserts section earlier on, it would be a sin if I didn't take a leap at their desserts so here, this rich and moist chocolate cake with generous layer of nuts. Though delicious, but it is on the pricier side to me. $12 for a slice of cake. I guess I ain't cut out for those high-end tai tai hi-tea lifestyle.
LONG TIME CRAVING! Creamier waffles! My liking for waffles found its way of enlightenment when I had my first bite on Wimbly Lu's thick, crispy & fluffy waffles. Never thought I'd find a waffle that I'd like more (equally yes but not more) until I tried Creamier's.
The main reason why I prefer Creamier's is because it's thicker yet it doesn't lose the crispiness & fluffiness. And their interesting flavors of ice-cream appeals more to me than Wimbly's.

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