For some fucking reason, cats seem to love Paan. I mean, my own cats like him more than me, random cats we see when we're walking someplace would go up to him, and of course the mamak cats! Let's not forget the mamak cats. They can't keep their paws off of him! They're always jumping on his lap even if he doesn't call them, while I'm looking like an idiot trying to get their attention. I don't know which I'm more jealous of; the cats getting manja-ed by him so much, or him getting all the cats to like him. Damnit!

(Tapi serious comel kucing ni tadi, she just came up and put her paws on the table and meow-ed as if we were expecting her)

eight.

So it's eight months in, and well, even though we spent the day with; me pathetically bringing him a Big Mac at midnight as an excuse to see him, staying up with him while he finishes his assignments, and later on stressing out about problems with his car, I'm happy. I've honestly never been happier with a guy, really. I've never felt this way before, never been so desperate just to see someone, I can't even stand spending a few hours apart from him. I get it that as a guy he might get sick of this but I don't care! Hahaha. I love spending time with him, even if it's a few hours for drinks at a mamak. Suka tengok muka dia. Suka peluk dia juga.
Love you so much, sayang. Only you, k? :)