Where is the love

The past two weeks its been coming in abundance, in little pockets from time to time.

Two weeks back, on the 16th, this relationship i have with a bald, meat eating, bourbon loving Malayalee boy with an infectious sense of humour turned 3 years old. And for the first time in three years, we were actually together on that day and didnt have to make promises of it being extra special when we do finally get to celebrate.
And special it was, we didnt have any eloborate plans and did things normal couples would do. Something thats actually uncommon for us, what with him being in Singapore and me being here and all. We went to Tesco and grocery shopped with leisure, not having to rush off to meet someone, or make it in time for a bus. We both love grocery shopping but thats a different post altogther. We cooked dinner, we barbequed our steaks, we had beer and vodka, and we watched video clips - and we talked. We talked. And it was just him and me, the whole day through. Which is such a rarity. Except for the tiny episode at night, everything went perfect. This is why i know that i'm in for something really good here. Because no matter how many time we scream our lungs off at each other, or wish we could literally knock sense into each other (based on our own ideas of what sense is that is) or how many times we complain about the other -- we're actually very much into each other. Even with seeing each others ugliest, most evil sides, we still want to be with each other and i guess that says a lot.

Last Saturday, Logan finally came back from the States (and today he was off to New Zealand but yea..anyway..). With the four days we had, between having to see the grandmoms, going back to campus to settle his uni work, debates stuff etc etc I managed to give him the lowdown on whats been happening in the past month. And he listened, and i think i have the batteries to go on for another month. Oh, and he brought back Reese's Peices.. yummmyy!

On Sunday night, we met up with the voices gang for drinks, football, pool and a lil laughs. This is a family i know will always be there and one where i can always be myself in. And with great friends, also comes great assumptions that everybody knows each other is a great friend. For the first time on Sunday night, this woman, who complains about putting on weight but loves rice, and who has some of the best clothes, and is no random girl i assure you, told me that she appreciates the things i do and just likes me being around. It made me feel like a million bucks to know that things i did with no second thought or j"ust because" actually meant so much to somebody. And it sucks that it takes a crisis or a serious discussion before people tell people how much they mean to them. The after feeling is something that just lives with you forever. I hope she knows that she's amazing and that i'm gonna miss having nasi lemak and red wine with her at 3am in the morning.

And today, in this place where i have grown to be quite a grouch, developed an extremely short fuse and maybe lost a bit of my personality -- I actually felt, well, loved. I came in to work to find chocolates and a card from a colleague -- in line with today being Appreciation Day, saying how much she likes me being in the team.

Sniffle...