[Picture taken out and will be replaced when I find out just what is wrong with Picasa. Darn!]

Happy 35th month-versary to you, Mr Iskandar! Thank you for putting up with my anger and mood swings whenever we go to Vivo and Harbourfront. Although, I seems to get enough of Burger King but you never do, do you? And please remember when I say no, I might mean a yes. Even if I keep on saying no, do a triple check on me. I am pleased that you put my lovely face on your handphone wallpaper. I know you miss me so much and I miss you too. You know I can never get enough of you. Oh and who says you need a Visa Platinum to win me over? But if you do apply for it, say the next five, four, three, two or now even, do ask me out. We can book a movie online at gv Vivo and queue up at the empty queue for Platinum card holders and laugh at the crazy full queue next.

The teh halia you bought me was no match for the one we drank at amoy hawker centre. Though, I must applaud you for sharing this addictive interest of mine, together. Now, we can have a date especially for hunting killer teh halia in Singapore. Perhaps on the twentieth march to celebrate our third anniversary is very appropriate. I'm sorry I swat you off when you say you want to eat fried chicken rice. You have taste and you simply love to put a pound or two to my skinny frame (according to you). As long as I am healthy, you can continue buying me anything. Though the van houten chocolates would be enough (read: almonds, hazelnuts and raisins).

I had fun going out with you. You are my source of entertainment and affection. The way you spell amphitheatre and the way you pronounced Dolce (Dol-che, dear) and Gabbana made me smile. How could I not love you. But one thing disturbed me was you didn't remember the very first movie we watched together. You should remember that particular moment cause I made a fool out of myself and we ended up sitting at the wrong seats. I have to give you lots of hints and clues and finally you got it. Something Gotta Give. That's the first movie we watched together. I don't blame you cause I know the memory test tortured you so much.

The bottom line is I love you, always. In years to come when I become your zaujah, I'm hoping that I will continue loving you always and for the rest of my life. Only when that time comes, you can ask me for as many head massages as you want. :-p