Love Language.

Sad Saturday for me. Meaningless and boring and emo. AND REDUNDANT.

But now I know my love language. I didn't read the book, there's just so many thoughts and doubts and curses worries circling in my head the whole time and it suddenly came to me that I HAVE TO know my love language. Ms Lavina spoke about this once in a class, I recalled.

Before I did the test on this website, I already kind of know what mine is, and turned out, I WAS RIGHT!

Quality Time

In Quality Time, nothing says “I love you” like full, undivided attention. Being there for this type of person is critical, but really being there—with the TV off, fork and knife down, and all chores and tasks on standby—makes you feel truly special and loved. Distractions, postponed activities, or the failure to listen can be especially hurtful.

TADA! There you have it. What's next? I don't know. One thing for sure, I know Mom won't know this, nor am I gonna be telling her or whatever. It just seem meaningless. Maybe I should get her the book. Ah, forget it. I'm so not in the mood to talk to her. Not for what she did, but what she DIDN'T do. OR am I just over-sensitive? Overreacting?

For now, my love cup (or whatever it's called) is empty. E M P T Y.

But then again, what's the use of knowing your own love language? Am I gonna spend QUALITY TIME WITH MYSELF? Yeah right, way to go.

Shall share this thing with ahyi once I get to ahma's place, and find out about hers too! Here's something to look forward to, right? RIGHT?!

Looks like I'm really not coping well emotionally. Bye.