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♡ those absurds stops
Saturday, August 16, 2008, 11:04 PM
Had had a sojournment to Siglap P.H. for mum's bigday revelry. MG. I tell you, the lieu was inenarrable speechless. Too impeccably unflawed. Mum was lucky to be true, to have us.
Self-proclaimer. Albeit, I was never-the-less ut supra euphoric as mum. She indeed was ad infinitum, you know birth-day honour. I didn't take the prestige credits for the presents. Big nocent. Peccant. Blame it on me. I've neglect most than this whole contrites. Humph, I wasn't tucking in much food. Ab ovo, had desserts; hot-crustal-cake-with-whipped-fudged-choco-nutella;
apple strudel;
+/- blandfood.
Abutting with the main course; trio chess w/ mozarella addited with black-pepper-chicken-P.
Manifest, fact that I turned bloated adipose recented girl. Chagrin-s. I couldn't dictumed much about the prior food mentioned. They were typicals.
The next minute, I thought Do I always be it showered with personal affection or simply just a pathetic-hellowed one? I envy them who preferably the answer vivdly the aboringinal one. But I seems no far to catch up with the trimming fast period. How can confession took place when you're daren't nothing to concode.
I know this prior to haywired shaynas. But if you fail to understand, forget the fact I ever knew you.
There's speechless post to confess and I'm yet to complete the whole session of girls' lesson from anonymous.
P.S. If you in-waiting, I'm mounting up and awaits till the peak love. I tide to know you. But I doubt you ever knew my worship and worthship of your waiting. You only concides your real externally but you never divulge your feelings inhurtly. I await yours'. I hope I will, will I?