so it was east coast chillin sunday with dearest doodle boy.
i was so so so super happy cause he made me laugh so much that imma dedicate this photo-post to my dearest Mr McDoodle, Nor Azan Firdaus.
so my boy, when i tell you to read this, im alrdy on my way to kl shopping retreat and its gna be our
twentymthsanni.twenty months, so long to many but seems sucha short journey for me.
like how we always complain that when we sit on the bus/train alone it'd take forever and when we're together it seems like AMK/CCK would be the next stop. sucks isnt?
and today, how many such hang out have we been to?
just you and me, by the beach, on MY towel, eating and drinking, bloating our alrdy bloated stomachs,
you; kept pestering me, picture taking, LOL.
maybe just 2 or 3 but you've never failed to make me laugh on such hangouts.
like last night, how we argued so hard. how you just raised your voice. how i felt like a complete moron being the victim, always. and also the last, and the second last, and the third last arguments we've had. when nana was in the same room and i was so hard-hearted that i didnt shed a single tear but i felt my throat burning. and at the very end, we'd just joke about something and we'd continue lovin. i know id just shout at you, just slam vulgars at you, just being so so very
degil. right? but last night, if you remembered, i was sobbing and i was literally asking you to start bullying me, like you always do so that we can just stop to argue. i meant what i said.
i love it when you bullies me, then you'd stop me from bullying you and id just laugh and laugh. ((i happy if u happy)).
the a LOT of arguments lately, i hate it. but as ironic as it is, it brought us closer. i woke up thee other day and just cried cause i missed you too much. yes, i might not say it. maybe i just love being the one "wearing the pants" in this relationship. love telling you what to do. but ultimately, i might just seem like im controlling you. truth is, i just love you.
so today, you yet again, opened my eyes that we have a chance in this thing we call love. OVER and OVER and OVER again. i really do hope so.
cause, the little stupid things that you do, make me love you.like how i was totally digging my new roxy cap and you said i looked like a minah but i know you like wearing my new cap, you gave an excuse just so you can have it.
i laughed.
like how you act like a total GOOFBALL, my goofball and inspired me to do the same too.
i laughed.
like how you gave me money to buy the icestix cause you're too lazy but you told me if you left me alone, the bangla would keep oogling at me and told me to buy 4 stix and instead only showed 3 fingers to me.
i laughed.
like how id always purposely take pictures of myself and left you out then you'd pull your face too long, you look so cute.
i laughed.
like how you love me messing with your hair and not minding that i made you look like a complete geek.
i laughed.
and like how you kept saying im pretty when i kept saying otherwise and we'd just argue abt it till you're so tired. well for now, id settle for im just pretty in your eyes.
i laughed.
i laughed so much and i know you'd keep me laughing.
i love you too much,
meyaa
//5th march 06
a happy 20mths in advance.
10:22 PM;
go on, gimme some♥
