My Favourite Sloth

Warning: A post that may deviate from my usual anti-life story policy. 

Warning: You have been warned. 

Dear Haikal,

After several drafts, I really can’t think of anything more appropriate to write than “I Love You”, but looking at it, it doesn’t seem to convey everything that’s happened in these 2 and a half years. Or anything else besides a Hallmark Greeting sentiment.

Here is the story of Naj and Haikal.

Sure it’s been tumultous… but then again what isn’t? From that first encounter at Starbucks, to a moment at Macritchie reservoir,  to a  night spent playing Scrabble and a Magic jersey, which eventually led to the one of the best moments I have experienced in my insignificant little life. From then we grew up, went on an amazing trip to Maldives, spent our days working and reminiscing about Maldives, sneaking you into my house and many, many close shaves. Soon, you will be going into NS.

NS? What can I say? Will it be difficult? Yes. Will we get through it? Yes. It’s simple as that to me. Let’s look upon it the same way we did with Maldives. Sure we needed more than S$1000 of money that we didn’t have, but did we go? Of course. Did we have an amazing time? Definitely. Based on the same principle in this situation, the odds are pretty much against us, but will that mean that we can’t get through it? No.

In a nutshell, I’m not that worried us when it comes to that because I’m complacent, it’s because that I have complete faith in our ability to adapt to difficult situations. I just need you to trust me, and to have that same degree of faith.

The main thing here is, I love you, and I just need you to know that. Okay? Okay.

|F ya

First effing night in Maldives! Jumbo prawns? HELLZ YEAH.