Thursday, March 03, 2005

:*: Reminisce the fond memories :*:

It's 5.31am. Bakry so gonna kill me if he reads this. Sorry comel, i cant sleep. I promise i'll sleep right after i finish this and yes i dah makan ubat few minutes ago.

Right here im sitting hearing to some songs i downloaded today. Yea finally i get my Limewire working. 3 days without downloading new songs, i feel so dead. Like i lost touch with music or something.

Well what i was gonna write was about memories. After listening to a few love songs. Well the happy ones i mean, I remembered what i've gone through with my boyfriend, Bakry. What we did when we spend time together. Sweet ones, happy ones, funny ones. Food sharing. He just know how to make me happy. Right from my favourite strawberry sundae to my crispy nuggets. How i like my drinks to be, how he tuck me in bed, how he make sure everything is perfect, nice and cosy right before i step in.

I remembered how i felt dizzy, when i passed by this chinese herbal shop when we wanted to get our favourite Aunt Anne pretzels. He told me to follow the other way round, and offered to buy it. But we end up passing the shop together, cause i cant be apart from him.

I remembered how he'll make sure the waiter at Mc donald's drive-thru provide my coke 2 straws. Or he'll turn back and get the 2 straws himself.

I remembered how he feed me food, holds the cup for me. He spoilt me totally. How he'll make sure the radio is playing my favorite songs.

The times when we hang out in the garden, sits on the swing and look at the sky together. When im sick he offers his help totally, make sure that i'll get everything i need.

How we both sang in the car, making our own redention of any duet songs. The way he kisses me, hugs me, i could feel this whole love thing around me.

I still remembered last week, when i hug him and kiss him for the last time a day before he left for Australia.
Sigh, thinking of it made me sad a moment. But those happy memories kept me going till today. I miss him so much, too much to be exact.

All these small stuff, making me love him more everyday. Call me spoilt, call me fussy but i know he truly loves me and he cares about me.

Love my Bakry,
Eryn.