...Him.. =)

It's funny.

Whenever I was in Sheffield, I often get glimpses, either in my dreams or in reality of that old place I call home. Now that I'm back home, thoughts and photographic memories of my days in Sheffield appear in my mind, sometimes like a broken record when I'm home feeling aimless. Makes me miss the place so much.

And the one thing that formed a huge part of my 'good old' days was...him.

I wrote a note to summarise my stay at Sheffield, and it was meant to be a summary.. but lines flowed after lines, and soon it was paragraphs after paragraphs.. The part which I liked most was this. There and then, I wrote;

In here I found another person whom in a way is very much similar with me but in the other end has a wholesome personality of my total opposite. A person who has been very patient in dealing with my imperfectness and accepts me for the flawed person I am, whether deliberate or unintentional, he has always been there for me through thick and thin, and it is him that I owe the wonderful memories, because he made all the mundane things special, like simply walking down the streets of Sainsbury, the underground bridge to the university, and the casual visits to Aldi Departmental Store. He was the person that would drag me out of my room during a bright sunny day, or during the times when my lazy arse doesn’t want to go anywhere but bumming on the bed, wanting me to appreciate every moment while being here and never lets a single moment go insignificantly.

He’s the one that would share his meals with me unhesitantly, and definitely, the one who taught me how to appreciate even the most simplest things, like appreciating everything around me while taking a walk, appreciating it even when it gets too cold, appreciating tender meat and well cooked fries and a good cup of coffee. He’s the only guy I know that pours four spoonful of Milo into a cup and enjoys the chocolate-y flavour of it. After being with him, there is no such thing as Instant Milo. =D The meticulous person he is infected me in ways I never gave a second thought at, and perhaps I’m not thankful for some stuffs, because his way of savouring differs greatly from mine, but I’m thankful for the differences anyways.

Yeap, he's my silly one.

A darling in so many ways...



lotsa love.