Long Distance Thing

I had a little argument with lover the night before over YM. My lover, the macho man, sometimes refuse to understand me and like leaving me in a desperate needs to be consoled. Then we didn't get to chat the night after because he had a bowling game.

Last night, after a few nights of frustration, he was eager to talk to me. Especially after such a luring photo of Gunung Ledang waterfall. He also had been going out for a shopping spree over there. 50% discount on Mothercare. *Roll eyes* Obviously webcam is on demand to show what he bought and I would reciprocate by exhibiting me.

By 12a.m. malaysian time, he smsed me to get on with it. I, was, of course being the bitchier one wanted to punish him a bit more. Plus I was watching the cinderella thing movie played by Drew Barrymore. Romantic settings of 16th century, big gowns and all. I said I'll be there at 2a.m (Malaysian time)(I sleep very very late). He said he can't wait to talk to me. Actually me too me too. Who do I talk about the pictures I took if not with him. But I am an evil evil girlfriend. I said wait.

Ooohh I love that feel good movie. It suddenly made me feel like I want to tell him I am sorry and all. So really I cannot wait. I think I have punish him (me actually) enough.

So so so movie is finished. We got to chatting and webcaming. He showed all he bought. First it was Sya's dresses. Of course some are nice, one i jeered on. Then it started to rain.

I worry. I worry when it rains here. I would usually get disconnected. It was when he was showing Jack's lines of shirt that I finally get disconnected. Agggghhhh. I tried and tried. Switching off things. Shaking the wires. Nothing.

He smsed many times. I replied but apparently none of the messages were sent out. I ran out of prepaid! Huwaaaaaa! Not tonight.

We only got to preprepreforeplay. Of course it pissed me because he couldn't think of calling me lah kan. Hmmpphhh.

And today today I am going to KL. No internet. Huwaaaaa! For a week or so. By that time my pictures are obsolete. By that time really saying I am sorry will be slightly too late. Sure he can call. But YM is so so good for me. (he hates it though.) Worse by that time I would create another argument. My lover is very concise with words you see. And I talk too much! It makes me mad.

I miss him. I miss youlah baby.