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Saturday, September 08, 2007'♥

-hotcakes for the love-

The lack of updates can only mean a couple of things.
Of which, one means i am have been busy ,well ,with my commitments,my work,mybooks, and of course, vectoring my life away.

Two, spending time with theboy ,( it isnt one of those callow, juvenile honeymoon periods,where the couple just has to see and mush each other away every day?).

i probably cant justify as much to this phenomenon, since i have the tendency to protect, preserve my own personal space and freedom. But it's really one of those cases, where, well, we just happen to see and spend time with each other in sch or myden everyday, as best friends, as
a couple.

Again, maybe , it's theboy's admirable effort to always travel from tanah merah to my place,to buy me hotcakes, which to me, it's akin to traversing across 10 million light years for those hotcakes. ( HELLO? IT'S TANAH MERAH AND YEWTEE , WE ARE TALKING ABOUT??) .

Secretly, i think it's also one of theboy's inexcusable attempt to stay over at myden. Besides,the good'o folks are loving him quite abit, considering their preferential treatment to his palates and diet. Of course, he returns in kind.

At least, this time round, it feels good having your parents love theboy you are loving.



i am a happy woman.
are you?

:c)

3:55 PM








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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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