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!Friday, December 01, 2006

@ 1:42 PM

even though i have a millions things to say about the hell interior designers go through, i shall shut up and dedicate this entry to junhao.

it's been a month since my granny's death. before i begin.

now, this entry is entirely about junhao so there shouldn't be anything else more i might or would say. maybe i'll put it in the next entry.

sorry i digressed.

today marks the first year i have with junhao. about a year ago, i was still very angry and hated him so much. yah junhao? for some reason i can't stand the sight of you. it's a very complicated relationship back then.

then, when we first got together, we tried to keep it low. so it was weird when i turned up for mahjong sessions when everyone knows i dislike mahjong. but i love the gang man.

i didn't liked going out with your best friends because i was shy. i'm still shy. although we are classmates, we don't really talk so often so when it came to going out together it was naturally a weird situation. and i still hope one day you can go out with my classmates and be friends. they are very interesting people (being designers) and generally a good lot to hang out with. although the class seems to be depleting.

we do quarrel over the smallest stupidest things. oh man i hate quarrels. but you'll always make me smile (even though it takes a very very long time to make me smile). it takes a lot of perserverance.

i think you are also the first person i ever need to persuade.

why do people tend to remember the bad things instead of the good ones. even though we have a lot of issues now, but i hope, dear, u can understand that interior design is a very stressful course and that sometimes i can't contact you so often as you would liked. yes. it is not that you are not important. sometimes to me the whole course and everything and you seems to be a matter of life and death to me. till it becomes me neglecting myself.

remember you got so angry that you nearly slapped me near meiliang's house? i remember that fateful day. if you had slapped me, i think i wouldn't be here talking now.

anyways. thank you for taking care of me, holding my hand when we crossed the road, tugging me along to make sure i catch up with your long legs. thanks. let's enjoy the many months to come before you make the mark of the man, which is the army, that is.

HAPPY 1ST YEAR sweetheart!

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