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Monday, June 23, 2008 3:55 AM


sunday.
not very eventful.
tampines mall.
got my magazines, nail polish remover.
canary yellow and hot pink nail polish, which i love!
they'll go so cute together.
haha.
um, gum.
i cant live without it.
home.
prata for lunch.
basile came over.
night market with bas and sis.
subway.
then mei got a ramly, which she ate and felt sick after.
bas too.
thank god i didnt eat it.
i told you it was damn rat meat!
haha.

got some photos that i've yet to post.
i will, soon.
once i get them into my computer.

and i'm planning my birthday party!
i know its like, 2 months from now.
but i'm gonna get things that need planning.
i'm not telling you what,
but it'll be a sentosa chalet for sure.

(i bit my tongue while i was chewing my gum today, and its still swollen now. i hate it. it hurts so bad!)

to my hunky munky,
there was never a choice. it was always you. i may fantasize, but when it comes to the real deal, its always been you.
cooking our lunches/dinners,
laying in the sand in the sun,
spontaneous picnics,
laying in the grass,
awesome bike rides,
katong laksa,
changi sting-ray,
spending days lying in bed,
finishing my scentences,
reading my thoughts,
making me smile,
hours talking about nothing,
making you scrapbooks,
listening to my obsessive rants of grey's anatomy,
never telling me someone else is hotter than i am,
loving me for me,
completing my soul,
being all smiley and cute, not fighting back, when i'm throwing my temper because i'm tired,
carrying my paper bag when i look like an aunty fiddling with it (haha!),
making me happy.
why would i give up all that for someone who could never live up to you?
never.
love,
hunny bunny.
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