YOU KNOW RIGHT

From the looks of my title i know you smart people should know what this post is right?

Oh, you mean you don't know? Neverminds, this is the reason why i am blogging right now when i should be in my comfortable bed tucked under the heavy but cosy comforter and propping with my bolster drifting slowly into the ever so lovely... LALALAND.

Oh, the PURE BLISS BUT for the sake of you, you, you and you who are interested as to what is going on (act to be interested la), Yours Truly is here to resolve the world's enigma. (I think i should sleep already. What's up with my melodrama?)

No la, to shortlive your happiness, this post is only for one person. And it's really just for that person.

This person is someone very different. Very different indeed. Lets call him/her B shall we?

B is able to make me cry and make me laugh uncontrollably. B is the person who i normally turn to. B is the one who does all the silly actions and brighten my day. B is the person who can make me angry at one moment and happy at another. B is the person who frustrates me by not answering whatever questions i pose cause B thinks it's not very sensible even though Yours Truly thinks it is a truly important question. And the list goes on.

Guess who B is?

No?

C'mon!!

Okay la. B stands for Baby.

Baby:
I have not been the perfect nor ideal girlfriend neither in the looks department nor the attitude department. I have constantly been throwing my tantrums and been rather childish at times. Even though i am still able to pull off such an act. (Like i'm only 18!) I have also been giving you a hell load of problems and pissing you off with certain things i do or say because i can't keep my emotions in check properly. And needless to mention my mood swings which could hurricane from 0 to 100 immediately. And there's so many other dumb/retarded/immature stuff i have done which either drove you crazy or drove you silly.

And although you refuse to entertain me at times or even listen to what i have got to say. Like to the extent i will keep whining and complaining that my words have no strength. (This isn't good Baby) Or at times, you neglect me (although i will kick up a great big fuss for you)

But i thank you for everything for the past few months. (No, we are not breaking up. We're still going on strongly.) Thank you for controlling and tolerating me, this nonsense, stubborn, immature PRINCESS with the attitude and cheering me up when i'm down.

Actually, i don't really know what to say because i'm not I'm not adept at expressing my thoughts out and loud anymore. Neither am i the one to really be sticky and mushy and stuff like that. I am not the dream girl you dream about. Neither am i that perfect girlfriend. But i try to be myself and try to make you a happy boyfriend by supporting and being there for you :) Or maybe irritating you.

So Baby, it sounds so cliche, so common, so ordinary, but yet, this is the strongest word i feel i could use.

Thank you for everything. From controlling my wilful acts and tolerating my
immaturity to being there for me when i needed support and caring for me,
Thanks.

I'm not the perfect girlfriend, neither are you the perfect boyfriend. But this is the way i want it to be because amongst the imperfectness, i see something perfect.

Maybe to some of you, you think that i'm being foolish. But nevertheless, whatever will be will be. I don't know what will happen the next day or even the next split second, so maybe it's time for us to learn how to cherish and not take things for granted. Especially things who are dear to you. At least, i gave my best. And for this, i'm able to answer to myself.

Don't ask me why suddenly i'm typing this entry. I don't know either. Maybe this is a pit stop for me to reflect? It's just in the spur of the moment.

And you know why am i constantly annoying him?

"Perfect love is not receiving, it's giving and forgiving. Perfect love is not red roses on valentine's day, it's the rest of the 364 days of knowing and loving you. Perfect love is not phone calls and stolen kisses, it's the silent smiles in memory of your sweetheart. Perfect love is not a grand wedding but spending a lifetime together. Perfect love is loving the one who annoys the hell out of you. And i think, im the one annoying the hell out of you :)"

So Now baby should know why am i always annoying him. It's no longer "beat = sayang or scold = love." My equation evolve to:

"Annoy more = Love more"

PS: So Baby love me alot too! HAHA.

To end this,

Happy 6 months Baby. I love you.

PPS: I know this is like abit dumb but it's for self-reflection and YES i will ask him to read. FOR ONCE. Whether he reads or not it's up to him. I have done my part.