Tell me what you think love is, and I’ll tell you mine. There’s a new song in the radio.blog in the sidebar that’s a nice accompaniment to this post. If you wanna listen to it while typing comments, click on the ‘popup’ button. Leave comments!
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Love is…
love is eating indo mee with me for a month after I’ve blown all my cash on upgrading my car’s suspension
love is cooking the most delicious meal out of the crappiest, cheapest ingredients because we can’t afford any better
love is knowing how to cook at all, proving yourself to be the exception to the rule that intelligent, high-achieving Singaporean women are spoilt and don’t know how to cook
love is being able to deal with the fact that I’m such a slut (as much as you are, heh) and I cannot control myself checkin’ out hot pieces of ass
more to come…
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love is also a lot of things that are shitty
love is sitting down with YOU to eat indo mee after you blew your money on that car suspension.
love is making that delicious meal out of cheap sausages and cabbage for US.
love is knowing how, but more importantly wanting to cook for YOU.
love is knowing I am as much a slut as you, being fully aware of just how bloody much that is and still wanting to be with ME.
Oh and okay, what have you done now?
i don’t mean to barge into private space. BUT, women they always seem to find out! Alright Han out with it, tell her all about us.
no ivan, no!!! we must not reveal our secret!
I like your wit Ivan.
so Han, that’s ok, I approve.
Oh and don’t hog, share
love is getting those suspensions done dude….