:: on love ::

The man & I have one thing in common - we have no romantic bone in our body.
(Or maybe its just me.)
I guess everyone has their own perception of a beautiful relationship.
I intended mine to be a loving, logical and sensible one.
Count my blessings - I have another practical man in my life (besides dad) who clearly know what they want and how to get it.
Which complements the 'I-dont-know-where-to-go' me - I am slowly finding the 'light'!
Like finally la. (D, you must be proud of me).

I believe gifts can 'enhance' your rela. but they can never be a manifestation of love.
I can write a whole crap about love and you and me will still be clueless.
Love is feelings and we know emotions are impossible to decode, much less to comprehend.
I am thinking of the 5 mths that passed.
How the man and I got together.
And how within that 5 mths, the rela. had developed into something deep and intense.
Something purposeful - one that I thought could never happen to me.

It brightens my dad everytime I think of
The way he smiles and melts my icy queen heart.
The way he jumps and runs (at almost every sport) with his cheeky grin.
The way he sings irritating malay songs damn loudly in the car.
The way he dresses to suit the occassion.
The way he holds my hand when Im in pain (and hunger).
The way he nags about my lost belongings.
The way he says 'can just share the things mah'
The way he tries to correct my bad english.
The way he allows me to have my personal time.
The way he puts my face as the MSN display pic (another way to remind him that he has a gf)
The way he people-talk and checks out beautiful girls or guys that passes our way with me.
The way he looks like mat metro with no education. (when he wishes to)

Oh well, afterall. He is the best teh-tarik buddy I can have.
I know. Its weird. bt in my criteria list, the man should be comfortable hanging out at coffeeshops with me.
Dad taught me alot abt being low-profile.

Like my lecturer mentioned in his lecture today,
Translated : 'The more you know, the stupider you become for there is often a need to question." I guess its true when they say 'ignorance is bliss.'

I chose simplicity.
Regrets?

No.

I say this often. But I am indeed blessed.