Serious nerve problem!

Have you ever heard somewords like ones on the picture above?

I do.

Once I heard that better you have a toothache than a heartache.

And then I had a moment when my third molars is engaging and kicking my gum. Moments, actually. A plural structure. Because those damn molars couldn't come out in one big kick. They kick and then sleep. Kick, and sleep. Storm and calm. Storm and calm. It takes months for a molar to fully comes out...and I still have three of it's silly-shy siblings to go.

It hurts.
A lot.
Big timessssss.

So beware hey you who said that having a toothache is less painful than having a heartache.. I'll come and punch you right on your teeth. But I don't think that you should be worry since you have a serious nerve problem. But stil.....

Watch out.

X.O.X.O.
-A-

Love is not complicated...people are.

So true. So true.

Have you ever heard from (big possibility) your parents?

You should get married with the one who has the same religion as yours.

You should get be with one who has the same race with you.

Or maybe the same profession.
Or from the same neighbourhood.
Or from the same school or university.
Or from the same social class.
Or simply just the one your parents fall for.

But, how about the one you fall for?

How about the one who shared the same dreams with you?

The one who made your day with him feels shorter and the one without him feels unbearable.
The one you make your inside jokes with, and laugh hard over them in front of others.
The one who willing to have arguments with you, smart enough to deal with you, whose head cold enough to face your hot temperament, and still love you after your 'fight'.
The one whom you know is your complete opposite but still you know that you are perfect for each other.
The one who's willing to share his last piece of red velvet cake.

The one who love you the way you are. Love you for your glows and also embrace all your flaws.

How about 'just' to set our expectation that high?

X.O.X.O. 

-A-

A Warm Hello

Hello,

This blog is belong to us. Me and my bestie. I kinda have several blogs before. Greedy, I know. But they are different kind of blog, if you know, but I don't wish you know, hoho.

Well then, I wish we and our scumbag brains could stand writing long enough. Enough to write some trashes. The usefull ones, I wish.

Oh yeah. You may call us A (as for me) and M (as for her, of course). And no, you won't get our real names. At least not our full ones. At least not now and not for me, hehe.

X.O.X.O.

-A-