:: Eat..Love..Pray ::

Happy Monday, Bloggy!

My first ever Monday that I feel happy and excited to begin with.

Everything is going on good if it`s not perfect.

Hopefully it will remain this way.

:)

Wake up in the morning feeling fresh.
Cant wait for 7pm as I will finish work.

Then I can go back home and read this.

Mr BF buys me this.

I have been wanting to buy for so long.

But never did because I think it is a bit pricey.

Hehe cheapskate me.

Well.

Since my last post about detachment.

I can see that Mr BF is changing.

Bit by bit.

I don`t know if he reads this blog.

Lalala.

Well usually he changes after I nag.

But that will be like 1-2 days.

Before he gets back to his very own self.

This time around.

It looks better.

I pray that I won`t be meroyan again.

I leave a comment on his FB.

Saying thank you for the book and I love him loads.

The reply I get is.

“You`re welcome”

I tell you.

It is very hard for my boyfriend to show me some love.

Really!

I don`t even remember when was the last time he says “I love you” to me.

On FB.

Or is it none at all?

Hehe.

There shouldn`t be any issue on FB anyway.

Well yea.

He is like that.

I don’t know why is he always behaving that way.

Probably because he doesn`t want others to know anything about his love life.

Or probably he like acting COOL in front of others?

I wouldn’t know.

Probably acting COOL also means leaving me crossing the road by my own.

While he crosses the road on his own too.

Sometimes leaving me wonder if I am walking with a friend.

Hehe.

Hard to digest.

But that is just my boyfriend.

Guess I just have to accept things the way they are.

After all love is about accepting.

Not expecting.

Good one.

I shall remember that :)

On the other hand.

I am getting used to another fact.

That a friend who comes to me when she needs me.

Because she is beaten up by the husband.

And sooo many cruelty happen to her.

She then leaves home and want to start a new life.

Few bad days she goes through.

Finding a shelter.

An advocate.

To end up going back home to her husband.

And she only confess to me after 2 days.

Not something shocking for me anyway.

I know she would be going back someday.

Just that things like this get me thinking.

Is this what we call love?

To accept but not to expect?

Well whatever it is.

I just don`t want to think so much.

Will be having lunch with Mr Congo soon.

He is back from Perhentian this morning.

I smell some souvenirssssssssssssss!!