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a love so sweet
A memory on the edge of time, a place where we are so sublime,
A distant dream on a midnights eve somewhere far from acknowledged leaves.
A time in which we fell deeper in love, just like to turtle doves.
We sang our songs and gave our token to remember one single moment.


A moment to remember


Monday, December 08, 2008, 8:49 AM

What have i done to deserve this?

Today is a public holiday (as if it really matters to me) and i'm suppose to be at the zoo. It is not like me to go to the zoo on a PH but my nephew wants me to go and i agreed. That includes forcing my dear to agree =) And now the rain just wouldn't stop.

I shouldn't have pull myself out of bed at 6.50am! ARG!

I think i'm getting fat, to the extent that i keep reminding dear of it. Although i have to admit that i was partially trying to annoy him - no matter how many times i have failed to do so. So there is two kinds of reactions when people see what i just wrote. Number 1: WHAT! If you are fat then i must be seriously obese. Number 2: If you really think you are fat just start exercising instead of talking talking talking... ...

But then again, i don't need your opinion. Save it.

The other day I was at Suntec with dear and he kept asking to go for some coffee. This wonderful guy in red appear infront of us, as though he had heard my dear's constant requests, and informed us about free drinks at Starbucks. And no, the guy in red wasn't Santa Claus.


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