primer

just forced myself to write something. anything. so i clicked NEW POST and then just stared blankly at the whiteness of the space i was supposed to create something on with.

i want to write something about kacy, my best friend, my girlfriend, my future wife, who's sleeping beside me right now with her arms wrapped around my waist. she always sleeps like that when i'm still doing something on the computer. she'd have her arms around my waist, or on my legs, or she'd curl up next to me, place her head on my lap, stuff like that. and i want so much to write about her and her and her and us.

but since we just got an almost same schedule for this next two weeks (her 6am-2pm, mine 7am-4pm), i would rather spend my days talking with her than speedtyping about us for a couple or so hours.

(but don't worry dear blog, i've missed you so much i've been visiting you often. so don't make tampo. i'll try to write as often as i can.)

just like earlier, when i got home, we watched a movie while having dinner and then had so much fun talking, sharing stories about work and things in between and then had another rounds of birthdays ;) and i was going to spend some time writing a post entirely about her and how we met and how we got started and how we got together and how we're getting married and living in together and adopting a cat and having kids..

but i can't because my eyes are drooping and if i don't sleep she'll have a hard time waking me up and i'd feel bad seeing her prepare breakfast and baon for us while my lazy ass is stuck in bed caught in between bouts of consciousness.

so i'd have to end this rant now, unfortunately.