He, the boy.

Thank you for all your concern and best wishes for the boyfriend.
He is fine now, thank goodness, albeit a little red and splotchy.
Nevertheless, still the apple of my eye. :)




We did not really celebrate our anniversary yesterday, but I did see him, and we spent the better part of the night in a new cafe in Taipan, and a very short while hugging and cuddling over at his house. The sick boy's gotta get some rest, after all. :)

But we, or rather he, came up with a great preposition!!! =)

Since we didn't really get celebrate, we are gonna make it up by having a 3 days long anniversary replacement!!!

*jumps up and down in joy and hyper-excitement*

Itenary of the 3 days are still in the planning stage. :)

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He who pokes toothpicks into my mouth despite my shrill protests.





He, the biggest Red Devil fan.





He, who tries his utmost best to make me one.





He, who indulges in my ice cream cravings.





He, who entertains my Hindi dance moments.





He, who baked the bestest chocolate chip cookies I've ever tasted in my life.





He, who is just as crappy and lame as I am (that's a pitch fork I am looking at, y'all! :P) , perhaps even more.




He, my photo slut kaki (However reluctant he is).





He, who diligently took care of me when I am drunk, sick or unwell.





He, who has been behind me, no matter what I do.
(Bee, your bangs a little fail here lah.. :P)







He, who taught me that a kiss on the wrist means "I love you".





He, my baby. Bib included.





He, who dots my life with sweet surprises and unexpected kisses.





He, my perfect match in every way.



He, who tirelessly listens to all my nonsensical rants and corny punchlines.

He, the idiot who always order something that I like to eat, so that I could have a bit of his food.

He, who hugs me and makes me feel safe and sheltered.

He, who feeds me all the caramel-covered popcorn, always.

He, who places my hand on the gear, and cover my hand with his while he drives.

He, who kisses me just as passionately as our first kiss.

He, who bribes his cousin to buy me Tim Tams from Aussie during my pre-Melbourne days.

He, who nips on my shoulder and whispers, "I love you" into my ear.

He, who bought me Hershey's Hugs & Kisses (Hershey's Hugs are practically impossible to find in M'sia), and now Hershey's Kissables.







He, who barged into my life 4 years ago, and stole my heart subsequently.
He, who has made these 3 years, the happiest and bestest 3 years of my life.
He, who has made me the luckiest girl on earth.
He, whom I promise to love and treasure, and to care and to baby.


He, whom I want to say, Happy 3 years, sweetheart. :)