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the boi
Exactly 2 wks more, and he will be back. I shall endure...going in on the 1st day, wonder wad he'll encounter...and his bald head...my gosh...hope i dun scream when i see him...hahaha!
I can't remember the days tt we got so pai seh to be seen together, till now...well, takes time to adapt larh...just met his 'mum' today...wad a funky 'mum' he's got...haha! I can't remember how he has flooded mi with smses. I can't remember how mani times we went to Jurong & Marina. I can't remember the times he sent me hm...it's uncountable...I can't remember how mani million times i ask him whether i can pop a strepsil into my mouth...I can't remember how mani times i was sleeping, and lying on his shoulder. But i can vividly remember his smile, his laughter, his sorrow, his emotions...and somehow or another, it's a weird feeling la. It's kinda like a deadly virus...passed onto mi. When i see him depressed...I fall down. When i see him smile, I try to act blur and still, but I'm actually glad and joyful...Magical creation, dun u think so? I nv encounter such magical moments...
And it's simply weird. Coz both are ordinary beings. One looks like a drug addict...and the other looks like a b****, having black nail polish...and 'funnily', we created this 'marriage', this bond. He's not like any other guy who share 'romantic stuff' with mi like the jerk who pointed stars to mi...He just makes mi feel comfortable, at hm and be myself.
2 wks. 14 days. I promise not to cry...will not! I'm strong...i'll endure...I'll enjoy my life! I'll set my 3rd alarm clock, I'll promise to eat my medicine regularly...promise to tk ca of myself, wad else? oh ya, no overdose of strepsils. The nightmares are gone. And the trust is within our hands...I pray for your safety...till i meet you. I love you.
posted @ 5:12 PM
Phew. Sure is going to be tough.
FIRST UP...
THE BADS:
Im hot-headed. Very easily hot-tempered. BAD BAD BAD.
Im as stubborn as a mule.
I dislike tummy. u know? fats? tummy? ugh.
I particularly moan and groan and roar and scream at ppl who lie to me.
I got a weak heart.
I think i got high blood pressure. Did I mention I get stressed up over the slightest stuff?
OH OH OH. I procrastinate ppl who don't respect me. U really need to take a good look at yourself.
My eyes can pop out. BEWARE.
I think I love bitching.
I eat irregularly. Tat explains me not growing up.
Oh yes. One more. I wake up when the sun sets. COOL HOR.
NOW FOR THE GOODS! YIPPEE!
hmmmmmmmmmmmm.
I love socialising. alot alot!
I want to become a model of my own world. YAYA. DREAM ON.
I love those who love me. Embrace, cherish and all nicey stuff! *HUGSSSS*
Ah. Yes. I love colouring my toe nails, buying chunky earrings & being pretty though i dun think im worth it.
I LOVE PARADOXES OF LIFE. I LURVE, LURRRVEEEE, LURRRRRRRVVVVEEEEEEEE THEM.
FOR GDNESS SAKE, DUN CLASSIFY ME AS 'CY LOVES TO BE A PRINCESS!' YUCKS. MY TERM: RAGDOLL. ugly and tattered. damn cool.
I can go on forever. I'll just stop here. Know more bout me thru my entries! *wriggles my nose*
HUG-O-METER TIME!
*HUGS* TOTAL!
give flycian more *HUGS*
Get hugs of your own
YOU'RE LOVED! teeheehee. =P
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WISHLIST:
don't take things for granted
live life happily and in bliss
earn money and be filial
