Happy 21st birthday, love.
I’ve got so much to say yet I don’t know what to say. How ironic.
I just hate the fact that we’re so far apart, but I hope you love the flowers ;)
I hate how much you know me. Like you always say:” I know you well enough to be the bacteria (or was it a worm?) in your stomach (or was it gut?).
I hate the similes you use. =.=
I hate it when you just hop out of the car automatically every time I park my car. OMG I can imagine you waving and flapping in frustration, I’d guffaw in the car then lepaskan my brake bit by bit. Scared terkena the black white batu thingy ma. Hehe!
I hate it when you psychotically enter my mind and read it so well. I still don’t know how you do that you si pien tai.
I hate it when we swoon over the same guy. Remember the violinist? Those were the days :D
I hate your thing for Harry Potter. I hate it. I really do. BUT you always make me watch it with you even though you know I hate it deep into my bones. I think I should protest like other Christians. Harry Potter is satanic.
I hate it coz you always call me randomly when I’m sleeping. Its just so annoying to hear you twittering at the other end while I’m sleeping like a baby in the cradle. @.@
I hate our shopping spree. Why am I always so indecisive when you can just grab and go?
I hate it when you know how to make things right and mend wrong things.
Apart from that, I love you. With all my heart. East north west south. Up down left right. Each and every inch of my heart.
