That awkward moment when you realise that you've been dating with the same person for a year and that it feels more like a dream when you are still making his gifts the night before you guys meet..That was how I felt the night before anniversary. But I just want to say...nah...whatever I wanted to say is all expressed as gifts I made, and my love has devoted to this guy for a year. By the time I have decided to date with him back in one year ago, that was also the same time to me, for making some changes. He is lucky enough to have a new me showing my full loyalty and all that. But I am lucky to have this chubby face giving me all these unnoticeable moments with warmth throughout this year. Despite the fact that he doesn't seem to get me that much when we talk, he has been trying how to understand me all this time. I know it has always been my own problem for keeping everything in, and selectively telling him only a small part of my life. Anyways, let me just stop here now, and continue with my anniversary post...(I don't wanna make myself cry when I type lol>.>)
In the early morning I was still making his gifts before I went to his house, as everything had to be tied up plus the notes had to be added on the sketch. That was really the last minute work but hope it was done perfectly because it's meant to make him cry..like a baby hahahah I was running late to his house, dropped my whole bag of gifts when he was away to wash his hair, hid everything behind the pillow on his couch, and pretended I got nothing to give him. After he came back, he asked me to unwrap his present, which I only wanted to do it at the end of the day but I was more than encouraged to unwrap those two beautiful boxes. Those two boxes were opened with my attempt to carefully unwrap. He was sitting on the side watching my overly cuteness acting as a kid when I did that, I heard his giggling, was full of the room. I have never had such a great moment with bf unwrapping an anniversary gift lol So here we go, a matched necklace, the smaller one is mine and the big one is apparently his. Later on we helped each other to put it on and took a few photos before we left his house.
It was the third time I went Luna park, and this time, was for our anniversary. That was the place in which brought us together. We met each other in a rather random friend gathering from Maggie, who was my high school friend, inviting a few of her friends to go Luna park with her friends from insearch. The first impression I had for this guy was flirty and playful, a player image was instantly formed in my mind that I cannot take it off though I've been knowing him for this long, and I still do think of him as a player sometimes whenever he seems quite flirtatious with his female friends...Hence, there are so many times of me raging for the same reason as this is the first time I've ever be this loyal...Anyways we went on every ride, well, most of the rides in Luna park. He felt unwell after all these spinning and swinging yet I got on one of the rides for several times, and laughed my head off seeing how one of the girls screamed the top of her lung. For this reason, I felt the ride was quite wonderful with some hilarious scenes watching there. There was this ride where it reminded of the time when panpan and Jake lifted both of my arms the second time I came to Luna park, this time panpan had attempt to do it again, but I was quite 'no fun', (as he said) holding the poles tight, so tight...
Soon it reached 5pm, it was time to leave Luna park and headed to our next destination, harbour bridge. He led my way to get onto the harbour bridge, we continued on walking. He was walking ahead of me and I followed behind. Silence, while enjoyed viewing the great scenery of something down there. The opera house seems that tiny from that distance, and I have never thought of me, standing here on harbour bridge now, to see something that I have only seen on my textbook when I was in China. It was more like a dream to me for the first time when I got to see Opera house, everything surrounded it, and the whole city, are this vibrant and beautiful. I asked panpan to take a few pictures because this walk actually means a lot to me, yet he wouldn't emotionally understand why. Thus he rejected my request to keep walking to the Botanic garden, but I seriously wanted to know where this way would lead us to, and what kinds of scenery I would be seeing throughout the entire walk on the bridge. It was rather unpleasant when we walked down to the bridge, my grumpy face was showing how unsatisfied I was. He then pulled me back to that bridge again. To my intention, I got lost yet didn't answer his phone calls >3< I am sowiieeeeee but this is how I am, a rebel >.> Ok...pretty dramatic ey...but but but but but I....hmmm honestly...sometimes I evilly felt good messing up with this panpan loool seeing his chubby angry face makes me want to laugh so hard HAHAHAHA >.>
So he was right...Going all the way to Botanic garden takes quite a long time plus we didn't know how long it would be taken if there wasn't any lifts to get down there in Circular Quay...but but again...It's just his attitude that pissed me off a bit when he rejected me, he could have rejected in a nicer way and made me feel better even though we didn't go. Like....I can't give an example...but I seriously didn't expect him to say 'NO...because I am not quite familiar with that place, also we can't find a place to eat' like come on...Don't you think it sounds so blunt to say that when your gf wanted to go somewhere on anniversary? In general, it's not what you say that counts, but how you say it...Once again, I can't think of an example but sometimes you are...blunt...so blunt...which makes me quite unhappy at times...
Italian restaurant was chosen, out of so many relatively expensive European restaurants in Circular Quay. I picked a table in the corner in order for me to look outside. I ordered a wild kangaroo ehhh with pink rice? I seriously can't remember the full name of that dish..=.= There is one thing I hate about ordering food in European restaurants when all the ingredients and sauce they list out of a single dish are hardly remembered once I walk out of the restaurant, each and everytime...Thus I keep making myself look like an illiterate whenever people ask me to recall what I eat..=.= After all, the cost of an European meal is three or four times of an Asian meal, paying $100 for three dishes is commonly accepted, in particular this is located in a upper class place.
We didn't go anywhere far but sitting in front of the Opera house. He talked, I listened, my sleepiness was the last thing to end our day...
PS: Finally found YOSHI restaurant!!! woooohooooo unfortunately didn't get to try this time as it only opens from 8pm>.< but but but but but but we now know where it is :3
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