You want to cook, want to run errands, chores, have someone to bitch to, to talk about your decisions in life, to spend hours talking about anything that comes to mind, on the phone, at some cafe from 230am to 530am, and when you stop talking, it's daylight. To do things just for that special person, the deserving one, who appreciates everything, even the horrid tasting nua butter cake, to the wonderful tasting pork, and mum's soup, koi's ice cream bubble tea, sashimi, exploring random food places, bringing to boomz places in an otherwise boring Singapore, Singapore's top 3 rooftop chillout/dining areas, MBS Skypark, One-Altitude, Equinox. The endless car rides to that place in Yishun, going around Nassim, dancing in the car, shaking in the car, that idiotic face, that night at Barrage. The quarrels, the apologies, the silly things, innocent animals, ko yi mak, zi pais, a million zi pai, a hundred million zi pai. The birthdays. That birthday. The ideas, that were all in words, nothing to keep for memory.

Haha.. This post was not supposed to be like that, it was supposed to be very generic. Oh wells....