Wednesday, April 7, 2010

I miss you ~

This post is dedicated to my bdak dmok, nurul izzah binti omar.

Let me tell you some facts about this wonderful girlfriend of mine:

1. she's spoilt - or in another word, manja.sangat manja.

2. she eats a lot! - contrary to popular belief, she doesn't take a big portion for her meals..but then, she will eat almost every now and then.

3. when she's moody, let her be. She'll cool down n come back to you not long after that - I'm aware of this fact but i don't know why till now I'm having difficulties leaving her alone when she's not ok. of course, lagi mengamuk la minah ni tapi nak buat macam mana..saya pun tak tau kenapa saya tak boleh biar awak layan perasaan awak tu.sorry.i'll learn :)

4. when you are not okay, she will more often than not get back at you and/or leave you alone - hah.this part is the toughest. scold her and she'll scold you back.be angry and she'll be too. this girl sangat jarang nak jadi air untuk sejukkan keadaan. mengamuk je tau.gangster.but i know she's trying.thank you baby :)

5. she honours her word - whatever she promised to do, be rest assured she'll do it.

6. kuat membebel - cube la tinggal semayang.tgk brape dalam you boleh tahan dengar kata-kata "pujian" dari mulut dia.

7. she'll take excellent care of you - she's a loving girl.but i always believe her love for cats overrides her love for human being.lucky cats.darn.haha.

She'll turn 24 next week, and next week will mark our fifth month together. It has not been easy for both of us but somehow we managed to stay together. Now we have another hurdle to face - distance. I'll be in Kuantan and she'll be in KL completing her chambering. I could not wait to see this girl yang kononnya tak minat law, who complains about her work every single day complete her chambering.

I'm lucky to be part of your life.I miss you.I love you.





"Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love is when realized we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

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