Love Story.

I just couldn't sleep last night, for some reason. In fact, I think this is the first time that I haven't gotten a good night's rest in Melbourne. I was questioning myself, what did I eat that sent my brain into overdrive-- I just felt, restless. With my overactive brain in full force, I thought of what to wear today, what to blog, how to finish up my assignment in time, how to earn more money, Coach or Gucci, what should I pack home in June, whether or not I should sell that new dress I bought on selltrade, and why I was farting nonstop the whole night.

I would have thought that my smelly fart would have knocked me out cold. -_-





Then, as always, my thoughts find their way to you.






How when we eat out, you always insist on ordering something that I like, despite my protests and urging to you to get something you want.


How when I got drunk the last two times we went outstation with our friends, you insisted that I sleep next to you in the guys' room, although all the girls were supposed to sleep next door.


How you always bring me a stick of gum when I am going on a flight, so that I won't get 'painful' ears.


How I always get the last nugget when I am with you.


How I sneak onto your lap while you surf your Manchester United sites and your Ali G videos, while you painstakingly tried to explain his jokes to me.


How you wait for me outside the toilet in malls, and surprise me with flowers, red gerberas and yellow sunflowers.

SevenAteNine.

I think I fell in love again. ;)