making up is fun

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making up is fun: Yesterday was our sixth anniversary, and I was devastated that he forgotten the day again!

AGAIN!

The third month he forgot and that got me upset because it was to be our first month celebrating it together, being both in Malaysia and China.

Then the sixth month, well, that's our half year mark. Of course it is to be an important date.

As the hour grew near to the stroke of midnight marking six months, tears started to stream down my cheeks again and I was broken hearted that he could imagine us so unimportant (and after having made this mistake once already) for not circling every 29th on his calendar with a huge red marker.

The next morning, I decided that it wasn't worth moping around so I decided to remind him with a sticky (post-it) note.



The message was definitely (hopefully) *subtle, and enough to get my intention across. It was just perfect for my *ego-centric* boyfriend who didn't even mention that he forgot the anniversary or apologized...

... but rushed out to get me the cutest, huggable, biggest green dragon he could find.


Meet mighty *Mr Puff
(the magic dragon who mystically made my *sadness disappear)


Mr Puff, trying to look ferocious

He then took me for dinner at Chjimes' Esmirada for some Mediterranean cuisine then heading to watch Zorro (it wasn't a good show... bad plot really).

Before the movie, we spent some time at the arcade where I won the car racing game but he beat me at the shooting and aeroplane something game.

*Sigh. Guilty pleasures amidst pending assignments and coming exams.

decapitated teddy bears

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decapitated teddy bears and bleeding watermelons: I bought a huge packet of chocolate chip teddy bear cookies on the grounds of wanting comfort food (it's dangerous to be simply buying cookies, snacks, chips, etc) around this stressful I-need-to-just-eat time of year where assignments and last minute studying for exams come piling in.

But the cookies were far from comfort as you reach in and pull out either heads or bodies of the cute teddy cookie cut outs. It must be a tribal genocide of the chocolate teddy bears by the vanilla teddy bears.

The teddy bear cookies were not the only suffering food source identified today.

Over lunch, I made a huge fuss over the way *Winky kept stabbing his pieces of watermelon with his long, menacing fruit toothpick (how else would you call those bamboo sticks? Oh, bamboo sticks! but anyway *shrug*). The poor pieces bled trails of vermilion into the melted ice water where the sharp spears tear into the juicy flesh.

The carnivor. We then discussed the ethics of fruit killing where I argued that especially for watermelons, it was most immoral. After all, they were round and hard on the outside, and red and soft on the inside much like a person's head. It is human sickness for those who would spear a watermelon or watch it burst open with red, spilling all over like the cases of crash test dummies (watermelons are sometimes used as heads).

disclaimer: it is perfectly fine to sprout nonsense once in a while, especially when one is stressed with academic bullocks.

Welcome to the new *Damsel blog. It's far from ready I know they're broken links and layout problems here and there. I wanted to get it all ready, pretty and perfect upon your visit, but well, do enjoy the slow renovation.

I wanted to start with a wonderful, happy, how-much-I-love-thee post... but this will have to do.