7.5 years

9th of March 2013 is in 5 days time. 

We will turn 7.5 years that day. 

I don't want to be mushy about this but I suppose there isn't really anyway around this. 

Thank you for always going my way. Thank you for always thinking about what I would like to eat. Thank you for letting me buy all the clothes I want and forcing me into buying them sometimes. 

Thank you for being so similar to me. Thank you for having similar goals to me. Thank you for La Novella. 

I thank you for all the memories you've given to me. 

From all the "Your blog entries makes me blush/shy" 

to all the heartlessness you displayed in a certain rocky year of our relationship

to the first 9th of March we spent together in year 2006

watching a stupid movie and getting our first pair of couple ring. 

I remember our shyness made the shopkeeper laugh. 

I thank you for all the years you've spent trying to top each of my birthday celebrations. 

in 2006, you brought the largest bugs bunny to my place with a swensen's cake and studied with me afterwards. 

in 2007, you brought the largest tortoise plushie to school and a random old lady wished me happy birthday after asking about the plushie. 

in 2008, you got together all of my friends and put together a small celebration for me in swensens. 

in 2009, you booked a hotel room at sentosa's spa and resort and spent the craziest sum of money on an 18 year old. 

in 2010, you booked a hotel room at Capella and brought me to universal studios. You also teamed up with my 2 bestest friends to put up this surprise for me.

in 2011, we spent our entire day working on Thursday Tales and then we spent 10 days in Hanoi together happily. 

in 2012, you booked a hotel at Klapson's and put together the best surprise for me with my closest of friends. 

I cannot thank you enough for all the things that you've done for me. I cannot thank you enough for always putting up with my horrid, horrid moodswings and never being angry with me. 

Thank you for being you. 

I love you, that's all. 

I am such a weirdo

Really I am.

There are nights where I loop songs until I fall asleep. Old songs. Tonight it's "If You Don't Know Me By Now" by Simply Red.

There are also nights where I simply cry myself to sleep. For no apparent reason except that I feel like it.

Some nights I shine the torch light of my Iphone onto the kindle and read all night until I run out of steam or until my phone becomes too hot to continue its torture.

Also nights that I stare at the ceiling thinking about everything and then, nothing. Those nights, sleep eludes me.

Some nights, I busy myself with thinking about the business. So much so that sleep eludes me.

And then there are nights where I sit up all of a sudden and grab my pen or my macbook, whichever is available, and start writing or typing away, like now.

Also nights when I feel like I could melt into my own pessimistic self. Like I could just melt into a puddle of sadness.

And then there are nights I lie by your side and fall asleep immediately.