A Getaway

A late post.


Went to Cameron with the boyfriend & the family last week.
Spent one night chatting with his mother while he was sleeping beside.
And he heard some parts of our conversation while pretending to sleep.
Were actually talking about him.
Confronted me the next day & is still bothered by it.
Honey, don't feel shy. Get over it, kay? =p
Love the cold weather, love getting to relax.
Love waking up & getting to see him straight away.
Not sleeping beside me, of course.
He was in the other room with his brother.
Me with his sister.
Only hated when I had motion sickness.
My deepest gratitude for your thoughtfulness. *kiss*
Heartfelt when I saw you kept checking out how I was doing.


Hard to get along with the colleagues, but not trying hard.
Don't think it's really necessary, don't feel like wanting to please them on purpose too.
I won't buy you donuts or a Starbucks coffee, so that you will scream in joy & say "Awww, so sweet!!!" I'll be nice when I feel like, when I think you're worth it.


Sorry, peeps, have not been updating even though I promised so.
Hmm, so lazy to think about what to write.


Erm, just a shout out. I have to admit, sometimes I would do on purpose that I won't respond to those people, I think, who only come to me when they need my help.
When I'm so tired and so I won't have the mood, I seldom bother to reply. Either you ask me directly, "Hey, I need a favor from you. Can you......?" 
I would feel MUCH better that way, honestly. 
In other words, don't beat around the bush & try to start things off with so called courtesy & good manners or whatever. I don't buy that.
And secondly, I don't feel proud if you would choose to come to me when you need help. I feel proud when you would come chat with me just because you simply want to do so. That will make it more likely for me to help when you're asking for a favor.


Time for bed again.Till then.