WoW bullshit.

Bored to my wits.

The boyf’s WOW account got hacked and all that crap and he’s just going on and on about fixing it and since I don’t know what’s going on, so I just sit and stare.

I’m just bored.

Xx.

That Perfect Date.

I’ve always believed that I’m a hopeless romantic.

Not that I’m the romantic one in any way, can’t say I’ve ever made a romantic gesture before. But I’ve always wanted a crazy romantic person who’d spoil me with never ending proclamations of his love for me and shower me with all that sweet nothings.

A couple of weeks ago, I couldn’t have been more sure that I’ve found one.

It was a private occasion, of course. Just to celebrate something between the both of us.. But I wasn’t expecting much. I would have been satisfied with just a little dinner for two someplace decent. But no, this darling of mine decided to surprise me with something nicer than a candlelight dinner for two.

Place: No 35 @ Sofitel on Collin’s Street.

 

The suddenly romantic boyf who swept me off my feet once again.
(Having his entrée)

And here’s me, photo taken by a less than perfect photographer, of course.

My darling devouring his, brisket.

Me and my fish, which I’d like to proudly say that I managed to feed up some.
(For those of you who don’t know, he eats NO seafood whatsoever, except John West’s Smoked Tuna, which apparently, isn’t fishy –_-).

Dessert – Orange & Pistachio. Yummeh.

Check out the view.

Here’s my rosé! The boyf has to drive so he had a Ginger-ish mocktail –_- 
We had a great waiter, unfortunately, not as great a photographer =( oh well.

Here’s to memories. First, of many more.

Xx. 

Back again, hopefully for good.

Once more, I’ve been less that faithful to my blog.

Will get back to it now.

I need some sort of order in my life. I need some sorta motivation too. Because I’m back to square ONE again – being a bum. Well, I suppose I’m working towards a better future, in the near future too. But as of today, yesterday and last week, I’m still not out there earning some money to support myself. Which is most unfortunate. Or, perhaps just a lucky thing.

Tonight, we hit the city for a double date.

Xx.