To tell you the truth, I've been very lucky to get out of my previous relationships and get "stuck" with my currently botak-meaning bald, chubby, yet so cute boyfriend. (the latter is my honest opinion about him, not him forcing me to say, serious)
When people say God will give you what your heart desires, believe me people, He does! When I was younger, and not yet dating, I always dreamed of having a boyfriend who's at least 4 years older than me, very supportive and pampering. And you might think I got a kinky taste, but I always like a guy who's big (i mean, bodyshape-wise!) Not overly big like overweight, but "fit" big. And I always find bald guy attractive. When I say bald, I mean completely, like Vin Diesel, not like Dr. Green-or-whatever-his-name-is from ER. All skin. This sounds a bit funny even to me..
My mom laughed at him and my taste almost everyday when I first went out with him, but now she loves him more than me and always stands on his side whenever I tease him or laugh at him. She has never done that before. My two sisters also love him. Except perhaps my Dad, who loves me more than anything.
Plus, he's the sweetest guy I have ever found. Inside, he is super loving, super caring, super patient, super low-tempered (really!), but outside he's still a respected cool guy.
OH oh, he has such a sweet unique family. Everyone are just so welcoming and so lovely, in their own ways.
Err, what else to say..
OH, he said that I always torture him by throwing tantrum, being in bad mood, shouting at him, bla bla bla. But he always laughed it all off (he said he knew me too well to be stupid enough to get carried away by all my emotional rage), and that in the end makes me feel damn guilty. He will just say, "Girl, there's only one thing I want to ask of you, only ONE, please change your temper." (He once said "Girl, your temper is as short as this" -showing his two chubby finger tips almost pressed against one another, leaving a space that only one ant can fit in) but then he laughs and gives me a big hug. I feel loved, for real. Something that, now I realized, I never felt before.
So well, despite all those things, I think we will be just fine. Me and him.
This is one picture of him that I can get without him knowing. He hates taking picture.
Breakfast : one small bakpao (a chinese bun filled with meat)
Lunch : mee sua (wheat noodle) with clear soup
Dinner : yam cake (Dimsum style) and a banana
I still feel like a saint..