I wanna. I wanna. I gotta be adored.

So my boyfriend and I recently admitted that we are falling in love with each other.

"We're definitely on our way," as he puts it.

Half of me is exhilerated--shouldn't we all aim to be that brutally honest and openly suspectible to love? I always thought love's Nirvana would be described as a place where nobody is keeping score anymore. A place where you're free to stand ontop of a street bench and tell the whole world how much you love your significant other; where all trust issues simply dissipate.

I would be so happy just having that. For a (premature) period of time, my greatest fear growing up was to one day wake up next to the wrong person. I'd turn next to me and wonder, "Where's the love of my life?"

But of course, nothing in life works out accordingly. We can't all have what we want. The cynic in the back of my head recognizes the boundaries between sheer fantasy and reality. We can't all have the fairytale wedding and the happy marriage. Part of me is in love with the idea of love; its many manifestations and the promise that it is indeed what gives life purpose.

The other part of me is mortified.

"What's your favourite thing about me?"

"Your personality."

Too blessed to be stressed

butterflies. sweet kisses. deep kisses. Asian kisses. tummy rubs. neck nuzzles. face nuzzling. biting, lots of biting. swoon (the scarlett ohara kind). lift me off my feet--literally. piggy backs that lead to near choking. laughter. smile. kiss. shake hands. hold hands. hold both hands. hug. squeeze (attempt to suffocate). tickle. laugh. laugh. laugh. wrestle. fight. yell. hurt. dislike. the simple act of giving a shit... no more yelling. long talks. sleepless nights [on the phone]. the world is finally at peace.. rise and grind.  smile. sunshine (even when it's not sunny). blessed. rejoice. happy.  rinse, repeat.

Boy Wonder

Things I Like About My Boyfriend

- He has a nice chiseled jaw
- He drives stick. I don't know.. I guess this is one of those weird turn-on type things?
- He sings
- He has good taste in music
- He eats a lot. At around 1:30AM every single night, he will have a full blown meal.. My hero.
- He holds both my hands at the movies. How adorable is that???? He's the one reaching for them too.
- He picks me up and spins me around, as though we're in an old-fashioned movie *swoon*
- His hands are always very warm
- He calls me 'babe' which I prefer over 'baby'
- He has very nice arms and a very nice chest. 'Nough said..
- I kind of don't like this, but it's endearing at the same time. His giant mouth. Neither of us were aware of how big his mouth was until he kissed me. His mouth encaptures mine. I can't imagine how small and insignifcant my lips must feel. And scared for that matter.. I mean, to have an entire mouth swallow you like that?
- He has the cutest double eyelids. (Yes, I am vain).
- When he has a bowl-cut and funny side bangs
- His voice. Although, it is not the voice of your average Sex God, it might as well be the voice of mine.. (Don't think dirty! His voice is really unique and sweet. I just like listening to him talk sometimes.)
- His alter ego is honestly Clark Kent. He wears those stupid large 3D-esque glasses, wears huge raincoats (and rainboots), wears his hair down, and looks like a complete dork sometimes.. But God dayummm.. under that raincoat, y'all. I'm telling ya. (DON'T THINK DIRTY...........)
- He has the cutest straight face I've ever seen! ( '__' )
- He speaks Taiwanese.. Taiwanese is so sexy out of some people's mouths (I'm telling, ya..)
- His mother knows how to make omerice
- He wears boots
- He gets my sometimes creepy and mostly really lame humour
- He is, by no means, a pussy bitch when it comes to drinking

Defs, more to come.

She said looks kill and I'm tryna make a killin'

Boy Wonder is finally upping his game. Yay, Boy Wonder!


I have been hibernating for the last week. Hauled up in my bedroom, laptop at my fingertips, hair in disarray, and an endless supply of hot green tea. I have occasionally gone upstairs for my feeding, but have yet to finish my term paper. UGHHhhh..!!! It's the understatement of the year to say that I have poor management skills. And that's just a nice way of saying that I'm a procrastinator.

Aside from pretending to do homework, I have made a lovely countdown for Mexico and have tacked it up onto my fridge for the world to gaze in awe:


Women definitely have a God-given instinct. It's called a women's intuition, or 'the gut feeling'. USE IT!!! It's telling you what's good.