Category Archives: tying the knot

colour me a rainbow

I knew that I would be looking back on photos someday, missing the heck out of my mum and stepsisters.
But maybe that’s why I make sure I take so many photos in the first place. Photos have this ability to take me right back to the moment and bring back feelings/thoughts that have on occasions been misplaced.
Without them, I fear that memories I collect and people I meet over the decades to come might get swept under the rug and forgotten about. Is everyone that forgetful? Or is it just me?
Plans for our engagement party are in the works now. We’ve got a few months and it shouldn’t actually take that much time, but I’m going into full anal/OCD mode because well, I can. For a theme, I’m thinking colourful. But not in a fruity/gawdy/gay kinda way. And yes, how lucky am I to have an awesome fiancee that completely understand’s my quirky taste and uncontrollable desire to commandeer this “project” of ours?
Trick question. I already know the answer to that one.
And it makes me so unbelievably happy.


I love how you smile in the morning in your sleep when I kiss you on your cheeks/forehead/nose to wake you up.
I love the way you tuck your arm under my neck and let me cuddle into my corner.
I love the hugs you give me at random points through the night.
I love how cheeky you can be.
I love that you know me well enough to know when I would/would not respond to that cheekiness.
I love that you still try on days that you already know the only thing you’re gonna get is a “hey!”.
I love how you pick me up and carry me around. 
I love how you’re the first boy that’s been able to do that properly. 
I love your height and how awesome your arms/shoulders look without you even trying.
I love it even more now that you’re working out again and everything looks awesomER.
I love the massages I get while watching movies on the couch.
I love that you choose to baby me, then complain about it, then baby me some more. 
I love how you don’t put up a fight when I’m being impossible/demanding sometimes. 
I love the silly insignificant discussions we get into when you do decide to be as stubborn as me.
I love the way you calm down so predictably after that so we can make up.
I love how smart, and how much of a smart ass you are.
I love the fact that you’re independent and know how to take care of yourself. 
On the other hand, I also love how much you need my help with things like navigation and folding clothes.
I love that you enjoy partying and don’t plan to get old and boring anytime soon (if ever). 
I love how you sweat so much that there’s always space to dance around you at raves.
I don’t know if it’s coz you aren’t hairy, or you’re chinese, or just unique, but I love how after all of that, you still don’t have a smell/scent. 
I love that you are, but aren’t really chinese at the same time.
I love all our similarities and differences.
I love how crazy we are; as individuals and as a pair.
The way we somehow seem to just get each other only cements the fact that we’re meant to be.
I could add so many more things to the list, coz I really do just love you that much.
I also know how lucky I am too, now that I have you in my corner fighting for me, supporting me and loving me unconditionally.

Never have I felt accepted, just being the person I actually am.
All the good, and more importantly, all the ugly. 

So here’s my promise to you.
I will (now and always), hold your hand through life’s journey and not give up, no matter how challenging it gets. Not without a fight, remember? 
The girl you’re gonna marry someday.

He liked it so he put a ring on it ;)

NOW it’s really been the best week of my life.