It's Valentines day and while Jeng and I are not big celebrants of this holiday, I thought it would be an appropriate time to launch a photo montage of our greatest hits in photos. (There are some great ones of Jeng with hair and earrings. Crazy guy.)
Keep in mind that while we've known each other since 1997, we didn't start dating until 2004. Unfortunately, pictures from the early years are scarce because 1) they're hiding in an album somewhere in my parents garage, unavailable in digital form; and 2) there were only a few pictures with him and I in them in which I did not look like aforementioned not nice person. Oh well. C'est la vie.
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Who needs their ring finger?
If asked to describe Jeng's style, most people would draw a blank. Its not because he's too cool like this guy:

He's just... well... boring.
Most of his wardrobe consists of items purchased by others -- presents from birthdays and holidays, 'pasalubongs' from vacations, and of course the obligatory "please wear a different t-shirt for once" donation (mostly courtesy of his mom). On the rare occasion he buys something for himself, he usually opts for plain and black. Not because he's trying to be gothic but because of his lifelong dream. I remind him that grown ups need grown up clothes, preferably in more than color, but he'd much rather purchase a new pair of fancy headphones or another PS3 to support his addictions instead of new shoes or shirts.
Needless to say, when shopping for a wedding band, his reaction was one of indifference. After he tried to convince me that wedding TVs and wedding cars were the wave of the future, I decided to take initiative and pick a ring for him. He had said that if he was a girl, he would want a lot of diamonds, so my initial idea was for this:

But on second thought, given his simple style and love of black, I finally settled on this:

It just had one flaw. Black rings are made of tungsten, which are not the best for emergency situations. Rumor has it that some hospitals are not equipped to remove such rings if for example, your finger swells up. Despite my attempts to thwart such rumors, Jeng was not ready to sacrifice his finger for fashion and would hold it against me for the rest of our lives if it were ever to occur.
That said, we settled on platinum. Yawn. I wonder if I should've gone with his second choice. A nut, for my nut, from Home Depot:

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He's just... well... boring.
Most of his wardrobe consists of items purchased by others -- presents from birthdays and holidays, 'pasalubongs' from vacations, and of course the obligatory "please wear a different t-shirt for once" donation (mostly courtesy of his mom). On the rare occasion he buys something for himself, he usually opts for plain and black. Not because he's trying to be gothic but because of his lifelong dream. I remind him that grown ups need grown up clothes, preferably in more than color, but he'd much rather purchase a new pair of fancy headphones or another PS3 to support his addictions instead of new shoes or shirts.
Needless to say, when shopping for a wedding band, his reaction was one of indifference. After he tried to convince me that wedding TVs and wedding cars were the wave of the future, I decided to take initiative and pick a ring for him. He had said that if he was a girl, he would want a lot of diamonds, so my initial idea was for this:

But on second thought, given his simple style and love of black, I finally settled on this:
It just had one flaw. Black rings are made of tungsten, which are not the best for emergency situations. Rumor has it that some hospitals are not equipped to remove such rings if for example, your finger swells up. Despite my attempts to thwart such rumors, Jeng was not ready to sacrifice his finger for fashion and would hold it against me for the rest of our lives if it were ever to occur.
That said, we settled on platinum. Yawn. I wonder if I should've gone with his second choice. A nut, for my nut, from Home Depot:

. . . read more.
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