I've just gotten one of my dreams come true...which is to have an expresso machine of my own! Technically speaking it's not really mine, cuz X bought it for himself but he decided to put it at my place since I love coffee too. 'Anyway I can always pop by to have a cup of coffee,' he said. So despite my protests, the Nespresso machine which he bought in London now sits on a table inside my kitchen~


Although setting it up was a tad more troublesome than I thought (cuz u have to filter/clean the machine with water first n stuff), I'm loving it...hahaha. No more running down to McCafe for my caffeine fix. X & I had some fun experimenting a few different brews on the machine as well.


Can I just brag that X is simply the best? Not because he showers me with gifts or wine & dines me but because he shows his affection and love in the most implicit ways I'd previously neglected to see.


There are times when I get difficult & accuse him of not understanding me when I'm the one who made myself hard to understand.


X knows me almost inside out. Give him the menu at a restuarant & he can pick out the dishes I'll like to order. Go into a boutique/online blogshop & he can tell which outfit I like. Sometimes I tell him I feel he's emotionally distant cuz he's not a vocal person (i.e. not a big fan of 'communication') but the fact that he takes note of all these details about me shows exactly how much he cares. I haven't been fair at all, have I? Yet I always say action speaks louder than words when I've been placing so much importance on the verbal part.


I've got some soul-searching to do.