Blessed

No words required. 

No matter what happens, I'm heading to America. 

Thank you, Lord! :'D

Timing

Scumbag things that happen at the wrong time, at the same time: 

1. Wisdom tooth surgery, two days before Kor's departure
2. Kor's departure is at 7.30am.
3. We have to leave by 5am. GREAT. 
4. No solids for several days. GREAT. 
5. Eyelids are swollen from some arseworthy insect who decided to bite me in the wrong places on the same night of my surgery. 
6. Medication is making me slightly woozy.
7. How am I gonna get up that early in the morning with my sinus issues?
8. Mum is vomiting and nauseous from either eating some prawns, or the pesticide poison the man sprayed in our garden today. 
9. I'm hungry and can't eat. 
10. My sleep clock is all messed up from excessive sleep. 

Though the good news is, the swelling has receded this morning! Yay! Stupid insect. If I wasn't unfortunate enough to have to wait out my recovery period. 

The other good news is, there is almost no pain in my jaw(as long as I don't touch my cheek, or open it too wide)! YAY! Well, not so much yay, since it's all prolly down to my painkillers. The amount of medication I have to take is absolutely depressing. I don't mind my anti-swelling pills, which are only for three days, and are as tiny as sweets and tasteless. My daytime painkiller is -alright-, my night time painkiller is this huge white tablet which, though tasteless, makes me want to puke. At least these stuff doesn't last more than five days. 

My antibiotics, however, are a nightmare. They smell so bad that I could literally puke them out if I didn't hold my breath, or swallow them with my porridge to hide the smell. I don't know who created them, but they are disgusting beyond words. And the sad thing is, I have to finish them. *SOB* Stupid green pills. I remember struggling to swallow them the first time round. Adrian emptied the pill's contents into water so I could drink it instead, but it turned out to be worse. Such a sweetheart, knowing everything to do. Thankfully I don't need any major looking after this time round. He's in Australia anyway, learning to walk and talk like his white brothers. 

Also, I was such a genius to google wisdom teeth surgery images, right after I returned home from the clinic. Fantastic idea, Esther, fantastic idea. If you didn't get yourself traumatized enough, your jaw started to hurt real bad. Though it was a good idea you didn't google it before you had your surgery. 

Anyways, my current and future days will be pretty boring, while I wait out the ten days till my stitches are removed. And then there'll be another week before full recovery, and that's that for my traumatic dental experience. I hope. 

P.S. Mum got riled up that I pronounced my medication "an-TAI-swelling" instead of "an-TEE-swelling". She said that American pronunciations are influencing us too much, and that we need to stick to our original British way. Honestly, I wasn't sure which were which when I said so. Hahah. Dem Americanos. 

Dreaming

"Dreamcatcher". 

Because nobody checks out this blog anyway, except maybe a couple of people. Haaaah. 

Well, if you did, then you've been "rewarded" with a Photoshopped picture of my newest work of art. It's not much of a reward, but hey... I'm proud of it. 

Also, it's Photoshopped because I was trying to improve the lighting. I'll post the original on Facebook soon, since the edited one looks rather.. um.. fake. It looks so much better in original state, but somehow my camera can never capture whatever I draw, properly. At all. 

Psh. Anyways, in the meantime, I have to prepare for my upcoming dental tomorrow. Wisdom tooth, be gone! 

No solid food for several days. Sobs. I hate you tooth. 

Teardrops

Happy Forever Alone Day? 

Never. At least, not while he's here to make February 14th the most romantic of romantics. And while this post might seem rather self-indulged and self-bragging about, "Oh, what a darned great romantic date I had with the beeeeest boyfriend in the world, like, OMG, I love him! *Squeal*" 

--- uh, yeah, I promise you, this is nothing like it. 

Okay, so maybe it is, a little. I can't help but gush whenever this boy springs one surprise after another. And while I've never made a big deal out of Feb 14th, since I believe it's way too commercialized and makes men hypocritical when it comes to expressing their love to their women, still, I'd have to say for sure that I had one of the most memorable Valentine's in my life. 

"Dessert? What about a hear-shaped ice-cream cake to sweeten your mood?"

I won't go into detail about what he did; like I said, I'm not here to brag about how I got all hyped up with surprises and gifts. This post is dedicated to my man. For being the most loving man I've ever encountered, who fought to break through my barriers, who held me close during times I pushed him away, who sat beside me and nursed me all day when I had surgery, who brought flowers to brighten up my room. The man who never raised his voice to me, never once had a temper with my annoying attitude, who still kissed me and told me I was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen although I had a bad hair day. The man who saw the good in me, and insist I am everything an amazing person is-- even with my low self-esteem and self-regard. The man who looks through my flaws, and still thinks I'm the perfect one for him. 

I could go on all night. Listing all these traits of him which are so rare, so beautiful. 

Because he's not a man of temporary pleasure. He expresses his affection and love everyday, in many ways, in little things, in big acts, in sincere words, in touching gestures. And that is why he is so special. He doesn't wait for special occasions like birthdays or Christmas to make me feel loved. He does it everyday. He never stops. Maybe it's a little note, or a little card, or some flowers. Sometimes it's coming over to surprise me for entirely no reason, or giving the biggest hug ever. 

But the best gift he ever gave me was time. Precious time spent with me. And there is nothing I love more than hanging out with my best friend and sharing laughs and trading punches(or tickles. I never win. Agh. )

Roses. My very first bouquet of roses. :') 

Silver and gold, jewels and diamonds, are nothing in comparison to him. He has fulfilled every girl's fantasy, every sweet dream. He is the boy that I used to daydream would one day come into my life. 

And that sounds cheesy, I know. This entire post is reeking of cheesy-ness, of another love rant, just like any other couple in love.

But I've never expressed my feelings very much before. Especially not on my blog. I make cryptic remarks and references, but never direct addresses. I keep my privacy because I value what is dear to me, and close to my heart. I am unused to open social network sharing. At least, I am never one of the common couples. I try not to be. Love is not counted in what you say or express online, or the thousands of loved-up photos you share. Love is what is intimate between two people. So yes, I am not a fan of open displays of affection online. 

However, I do this, because my man is special beyond words. And I do this because every time I think of him, it makes me cry to know how much he does for me, how far he goes for me, how far he'd go for me. I don't deserve someone like him. But I am blessed with him. And he has brought so much joy to my life.

"Just a little something for you...,"

Silk. Gorgeous, gorgeous silk.

Music to my ears, a lullaby for my soul.

The past two days have been amazing. Just, amazing. I'd let the pictures give you a sneak peek. There is so much I could go on about, but instead I am rendered speechless. Because that's how special he's made me feel. So much so, there's just nothing left to say because all that's left is the smile on my lips, the tears in my eyes, and the warm feeling in my heart. That is everything that expresses how I feel. That very glow that I bask in from all the happiness.

This post is not a Valentine's Day post. This post is about my man. My Valentine. My best friend who showers me with so much more than I deserve. My love, who is my angel, and a the most priceless gift from God, the most amazing blessing. This post is for him. It is dedicated to him, despite my words being little compared to all he has done, and all he is. 

He is amazing. And I'm not ashamed to say that. Because I am not bragging, I am merely stating an obvious truth. That is who he is, that humble, sweet, God-fearing, loving young man. And I pray he never changes. 

Did you hear that, AJ? 

You move me to tears. 

This is for you. And I'm letting everyone know, because I'm insanely, intensely, in love with you. 

     Happy Valentine's Day, my love. 

I love you. 

God bless you, always. 

//Oh great, I've turned into a mush-bag. Hamrbdfksdgfkhdjfgndgjhfghd, Esther...