i was inspired (and got slapped a lil bit, heehee..) by Nanette, who recently blogged her post.. about how we sometimes forgot, what they have done for us.. and how we have a strong memory about the badside of him.. hehehe..

this one tolds mine..

when i mad, i always remember, how stubborn he was, how i hate him when he yelled at me and always think that he’s smarter than me.. (well, he is..), the unstopable words that coming from him (pengadegan-mayestik, remember??), and how he always got the best excuses to make me look stew-pit when we’re quarelling..

but i always forget how he always say tousand times sorry even its me who’s sucks and messing up.. the way he always hold my hand in the car when im pms-ing, just becoz he knew that i can blew up in anytime and he’s ready for it.. the way he drive 15 km from his house to mine just to drop a doner kebab and frappucinno caramel when we’re not talk to each other for 2 days, and the way he work so hard and earn each penny to his account just to bought me a decent ’seserahan’ while am shopping like i was live in africa before. The way he go straight away when i woke him up in the middle of the night when my brother get caught by police for not having a license, and drove his friends home one by one, even he’s got to wake up at 5 am afterwards for work..

when i’m mad, i was tottaly forgot all the nicest thing he’s done for me, i never say any sorry, and always demanding more than he could fullfil.. but still, he love me more than anything, and still he’s the first person who call me in the morning everyday at 6.30 am, and be the last person who say goodnite before i go to bed.

then i finally learn something new..

the key is not how we find a perfect man for us, but how you learn to love the man that u’ve found..

and in this case..

i love him even more..