ok... I'm bitching.

It’s never easy knowing what you want, but it’s always easier knowing what you do not want.

It’s him always doing what he wants to do, what he likes to eat, what he wants to watch, … which all these is perfectly fine with me. But when I do say I want to do something, or eat something, or watch something, somehow we always end up in arguments. Beats me…?

For instances like, I said I want to eat Still rd crab, he won't go cos there’s a Q. I dun often say I want to eat something in particular, it’s very rare coming from me, but even when I mentioned he won’t go. Likewise at times, I mentioned I wanna go somewhere, several times he will not want cos it is either too hot, too crowded, or abt the q-ing again. So often it’s always abt him disliking something and the stubborn him just won’t give in. I cannot stand it; it is getting on my nerves. Yet every time I tried to talk abt it, we end up quarrelling cos he thinks I’m unreasonable. Which to me, it’s perfectly normal for a gal to think like that.

He’s just so MAN that at times he don’t :
* see my point of view,
* give the attention I want as a woman,
* understand that I just needs to talk abt things to feel better, not necessary with a solution but just talk.

At times I just want : (I said at times, not always)
* To hear something (sweet) that assure me that this is the guy I can rely on when I am: (A) feeling down, (B) feeling lousy, (C) feeling naggy, (D) when I’m full of complains. (E) or when I’m in one of those mood…
* To feel pampered (not with gifts) but with lotsa loving moments.
* Wants to throw a little of my girly temper and be spoilt like a little gal by the man I love.

No one is perfect, every gal out there has a little of my everything (defines as my nonsense by him).

Yet he wants me to be always sensible and be practical. Actually I sometimes feel that he might was well married a block of wood. Come on, I’m a GIRL after all. In fact I beginning to feel I’m really condemn, and so lousy abt myself. He makes me feel very suppressed at times.

I can’t complain to him cos I dun know why he simply dun gets it and I will feel even more terrible abt it. The phobia of talking to him and he not understanding is so great that most of the time I choose to just ignore or swallow it.

Guess I’m in a real bitching mood today. I need to let of some steam at times… … no harm just me bitching...