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Thursday, February 28, 2008'♥

-riddity uppity go-

hubs moved.
and it's goodbye to bedok ria for 4 yrs.
no more running down the stairs.
no more peeping from stairwells.
no more big white,clean dry toliets with huge lofty towels.

but i am not missing it yet.

especially when his new room is done up this nicely. just the way we like it. mod,swank, and totally romantic. it feels as if i am perpetually looking down from a hot air balloon. spell panoramic, please.

sometimes i feel i am writing as if i am speaking. like now. totally incoherent and errant.

i am tired,but i cant sleep. havent stopped sleeping and eating since i picked my dad up from the airport which was 3 days ago.

i weighed myself the other day and i was 42.and i ate 2 kg of food. within 5 hrs.i am quite horrified. but praise the lord, 42's still the magik no.

it sounds crazy.but we just spent 178 hours together.

sometimes , i dont know how i can live with myself much, less you,
how i always forget to bring my ezlink that you have to keep it for me,
how i can never trim my nails neatly and nicely the way other girls do,
how i can never remember to switch off the lights and heaters, or where i keep my things,
how i hate drying my hair before i sleep and every time i shower,
how i am always dropping or breaking something of yours,
how i always end up powdering the room and floor,
how my hair looks 'tnt ignited' even just after a short nap,
how i snore,
how i always like to touch anything and everything we see when we are on the streets,
how i adherently deny everything and anything,

how i am YOUR walking disaster,

but despite all, you still find it within yourself to love me the way you do, and even more.
thank you, love.
happy monniversary. :)

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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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