Stealing Texts.

When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant. I nourish you even more :)

Original text from Shidah

Happy 2nd Year Bie.

Friday prayers and ayam penyet.

Anxious waiting and excited unveiling.

Swatch Bijoux ring and a bagful of expensive smells.

I love you Bibeh mv and Hans encounter.

Orchard Road, Fish & Co glass house.

Mike’s dedication and Second hand serenade.

$6 smokes and Confessions.

Transformers that didn’t happen and Starbucks hunt.

Surprise chocolates and Ghost town.

Eating with VIPs, Anak dato’ from KL.

iTunes and rain.

Tender grills and turkey bacon.

Karaoke and cousins.

You and Me.

Happy 2nd Anniversary, sayang.

There is nothing that I’d want to change.

I love you, Haikal Ab Hamid.

I really do :’)

Things That I Miss.

I miss lying down on a red and white checkered picnic mat, the ocean breeze playing with my hair. I miss the sun caressing my face, as my fingers turn the page of a novel; a story about love, kindness and humanity. I miss peeking at you from the corner of my eyes, your thumbs punching the buttons of your console in a mad flurry as your forehead creases and your eyebrows meet.

I miss giggling with you when the fire we have been trying to light up to heat our mess tins finally comes alive, and how we would both stare intensely, one hand blocking the wind and the other holding the chopsticks we stole from 7-11, waiting to devour the curry-flavoured Maggi noodles.

I miss being physically next to you watching the sun setting, or counting the stars twinkling in the sky, or watching the world go by. I miss the smile we give each other as we meet again after a Meeting the Boss session. I miss watching you as you talk animatedly about some silly event that occurred in the day.

I miss you BieBie… I miss doing the things we always do. Can we have them back in our lives?

My Love.

In the break of dawn.
When your morning voice resonates through the speaker, stirring me awake from my deep slumber.

In the light of the day.
When I sift through an endless mountain of documents whilst I hear you sing my favourite songs.

In the orange tinge of dusk.
When the sun bounces of your sunglasses as your fingers intertwine with mine, the light of your smile leaving all trace of anger and sorrow from my day to scurry away.

In the basking glow of the moon.
When our feet does a dance across pavements all over the island to the orchestra that our conversation plays to.

In the darkness that blankets my room. In the soft comfort between sheets of cotton. In the last goodnight and prayer for a better tomorrow and in the dreams that play for the night to follow,

I love you.

Forgetting Each Other.

This wonderful thing that I  share with Haikal has finally won the coveted title of “Longest Relationship Ever” :’) We will be reaching our second year anniversary this coming July (Insya-Allah), and even though back in Secondary School everyone would think that it is a big feat (even three months was considered a breakthrough!), at this age I know that two years is nothing and we still have many, many more challenging years ahead of us.

That being said, I am in no way belittling the past 23 months that I have him by my side. Every morning and night, he is still the first and last voice I hear, he is the one I seek for when I need companionship or a shoulder, and he is the only boy I know who will gamely break into a number when I request for a song at any single time of the day.

I still have the hots for him as much as the first day when I laid eyes on him at Vivo while I was queuing up for some free Ben&Jerry’s, and I still love him as much (more, even) as the time I received the sms where he was asking me to be his.

But sometimes, when we both get caught up with our own lives, like our work, our friends, our own self-aspirations or even succumbing to our laziness, we tend to forget and take the other person for granted. Haikal and I know this very well, and yet, because we’re human, we always overlook the subject at hand and create a mess between the both of us.

For some people, the solution could be going out for a nice dinner date, or having make up you-know-i-know, but for Haikal and I, we walk, talk and take photos.

Which was exactly what we did last Saturday :) The afternoon was spent watching Sinetron with his mum in the living room as the rain poured in torrents and when it finally subsided in the evening to reveal a perfect weather for walking, Kal and I waved our goodbyes and set out into the Sembawang sunshine.

It was a cheap, tiring day filled with walking around from one place to another, but zomg was it the perfect-est day ever! All the walking reminded me of the times Haikal and I used to prowl aimlessly around when we were dating, all the talking kept me updated about this boy that I have given my heart to and all the photo-taking gave us ample opportunities to capture the beautiful moment that we were sharing at that moment <3

I love you very much Bonpet :) Let’s make this last forever and ever and ever, let’s make this last forever!

Change.

Change happens every single day. It occurs in the biggest of ways like how the world voted Obama into office, and it comes in the smallest of ways like a gust of wind blowing one’s notes a millimeter away from where it was before.

Change is picking out that pink flowery top instead of the normal black t-shirt. Change is not having him to spend my weekday nights with anymore since he will be working night shifts. Change is having an old guy friend abandon ship without citing any reasons. Change is choosing to get up and go to work, when your heart is elsewhere. Good or bad, change is inevitable.

You finally donning that robe and graduating from Ngee Ann Poly’s class of ‘09? That’s definitely a good kind of change! Congrats for finally getting your hard earned Diploma, Sayang! Thanks for travelling to Ngee Ann one early morning to get an extra ticket for me just because you wanted me to see you walk like a gangster across that stage :)

I pray that the future holds so much goodness for you and that you will make the best decisions for yourself. Life is such that we don’t always get what we want but what God knows is best for us.  Remember that every trial is designed to make you a better person in the long run so be strong, persevere and believe in yourself because I know you have so much potential in you!

See you in 3 years at a university, baby, InsyaAllah :’)

Marina Barrage (in the day).

Mr. Gelojoh Bin Pelokek

It was a pretty (hot) day and I had some time to burn before my meeting in the evening. On my endless nudging, Haikal agreed to accompany me to Marina Barrage as I have never been there in the day, while he has never been there at all. Looking at the sunny weather, I thought it would a Grade-One day to prance around at said location, but…

It proved to be just too bloody hot! The sun was constantly shouting in our face and all the wind could do was to meekly caress our skin as a form of apology for the heat. It was like the moment I took off my sunglasses, the glaring light that bounced off the concrete white walls of the Marina Barrage penetrated my vision, totally blanking my sight :/

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Hippy-Style.

Whenever our legs have fallen off during the weekends, Haikal and I will usually ‘end’ our walk at the outdoor waterfront performance area at Esplanade. I do not know how often they hold performances there, but it seems to me like it’s an every weekend thing.

Hmm maybe the endless supply of free music is the reason why Mats and Minahs like to lepak there. Us Malays and music? It’s like how bees are attracted to honey, yo! Kekekeke… In any case, if the more upbeat music outside turns you off, head inside the Esplanade to where the main entrance is and there should be another mellowed down performance happening.

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Post-Ecp Walk… Marathon.

Would you believe it if I said that the above photos were taken mere minutes after we left the sunny happy East Coast Park in the entry below? Man, the weather’s really going bonkers these days huh? My mum even told me that the news reporter confirmed of a tsunami affecting Asia in 3 months time :/

Of course we cannot accept such sweeping statements as we humans can only predict so much, but gosh… from all the natural disasters happening around the world, one can only imagine the state that our earth will be like in a few years’ time.

So anyway, let’s hear only the good stuff here at fingersdontfing.com as you can read all the sad stuff over at channelnewsasia.com hehe.

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After our cycling trip, Haikal and I decided to go on a little adventure  trek to the MRT station despite the thunderstorm. What was supposed to be a short walk back evolved into an approximate 2 hours slow amble to Aljuneid MRT :P

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East Coast Park for Cycling.

Back in Singapore, Haikal and I frowned on the prospect of going back to the same old routine… but the idea of cycling at East Coast Park somehow always appeals :) Perfect sunny weather which turned into a thunderstorm in mere seconds minutes after we returned our bicycles to the rental shop :)

So many :) s in this entry because recalling that day keeps me happy the entire week :) More pictures from the cycling trip below:-