postcards from Heaven

so right now I am in the library studying with Rizan. we smuggled in 400g of pistachios. we've been here since 2.30, after having lunch with United Colors of Benetton. I call them that (us? oh the associations) because we're a nice mix of almost every race in Singapore. haha. the thought of it cracks me up, and the kids don't know that's their (our?) name. I can't help it if I like giving nicknames to everyone. for example: someone in school is called the Mafia. he makes Statistics not dry, if you know what I mean. maybe we should call him McStats, because I think he is very Grey's Anatomy.

Rizan and I are so comfortable with each other. I just realised it a few days ago because I made him wait for awhile while I took a shit after dinner before studying. I guess I'm the sort who doesn't announce that sort of behaviour to just anyone, but he's almost family, the sort I'd have incestuous relationships with. I love him and I like it that I can tell my friends I love him, because there really is nothing to be embarrassed about. apparently, a frustrated young lady like me can love.

this weekend is my birthday weekend and I'm glad I know what's going to happen then. last year made me shake in my panties. in a good way, but still. =]