Something's wrong with me. I always get this nauseating feeling after meals. It's like I have frogs in my stomach waiting to jump out anytime. I just feel so sick right now.
Today is one of those happy days that I've never had in such a long time. Having friends around take things off my mind. Eventhough it was for that little while, I still feel happy. And no KC, I don't strut like a model. I walk like a duck. Quack quack! Wtf.
Right I feel very sick right now. Better go. Ta.
Tuesday, 2 October 2007
Monday, 1 October 2007
I miss
waking you up for classes
late night phone calls
your smell on my pillow
going to uni together
Saturdays
waiting for your classes to end
going to classes with you
disturbing you during Arsenal games
merajuking you
hugging you to sleep
your reaction when I playfully slap you
biting you on your arms and ask "pain ah?" just to see the look on your face
and bite again when you say "you think?"
poking fun of your hairy arms
watching you sleep
you rushing me to get ready and simply layan me with "okay la. you look fine la. no need to see yourself in the mirror so many times la"
the way you look at me
you asking me to sit with you when we watch tv
how you need to hold me to sleep everytime
you singing to me
those skirt covering moments
having Tom Yam ramen with you in Jusco
our beef noodles moments together
shopping with you
dinner at your place with you around
your touch
our long conversations through sms
the smell of your face
you nagging me to read the papers
the Minda Ceria guy I met and love 6 yrs ago
the look on your face when you know the face towel is still in the washer
how you always pull my top higher to hide my cleavage
our moments of nothingness
the way you tried to take off my ring without me noticing
holding hands in the car
resting my head on your shoulder
choosing what you wear after shower
massaging your neck and back
most importantly i miss your presence.
late night phone calls
your smell on my pillow
going to uni together
Saturdays
waiting for your classes to end
going to classes with you
disturbing you during Arsenal games
merajuking you
hugging you to sleep
your reaction when I playfully slap you
biting you on your arms and ask "pain ah?" just to see the look on your face
and bite again when you say "you think?"
poking fun of your hairy arms
watching you sleep
you rushing me to get ready and simply layan me with "okay la. you look fine la. no need to see yourself in the mirror so many times la"
the way you look at me
you asking me to sit with you when we watch tv
how you need to hold me to sleep everytime
you singing to me
those skirt covering moments
having Tom Yam ramen with you in Jusco
our beef noodles moments together
shopping with you
dinner at your place with you around
your touch
our long conversations through sms
the smell of your face
you nagging me to read the papers
the Minda Ceria guy I met and love 6 yrs ago
the look on your face when you know the face towel is still in the washer
how you always pull my top higher to hide my cleavage
our moments of nothingness
the way you tried to take off my ring without me noticing
holding hands in the car
resting my head on your shoulder
choosing what you wear after shower
massaging your neck and back
most importantly i miss your presence.
Thursday, 27 September 2007
How do you know if the owner of the table is a man?

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Look at the mirror.
Hahahahaha!
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