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so she says;






counting the days that pass me by
Sunday, September 13, 2009

3am. how ridiculous. my eyes are desperately screaming for shutting.


i had sucha great day. and to the very good weather. i cant remember when was the last time i actually went on a date or even consider a date. moi know.. how sad.


kenny booked a slot for body massage. i love love love massages. i aint those lucky girls that truly enjoy spa therapy and fall asleep gradually. on the other hand, i had to endure a huge amount of pain to gain a few days of relief due to childhood injuries. 10 years of nagging backache. )= the last time i had massage was 2 months ago so body is pretty cranky. i didnt even take time to inhale the ambience. thank you kenny for the arrangement (= the relief that overwhelms my body is inexplicable.


and so off for lunch. my all-time lunch. one will never go wrong with Express Teppan-Yaki (=


how can he not put my must-watch movie in the list? The Ugly Truth by Gerard Butler!!!! that show's fool-proof. no one can say no to romantic comedy. (=


i wanted to get a starbucks but ended up in MOS Burger. had my usual plain dog. so good. so sinful. to my amazement, MOS Burger does not exist in South Africa. Welcome to the Virgin Moses Club. (=


we talked. we laughed. we walked. we borders. we talked more. its something so light. so fun. so natural. so comfortable. (=


something i hadnt had for a long time. something which no numbers of fanciful restaurants or hotels can give. something which i can do it in a less intensed-manner. something which i dont have to rush from one place to another. something which no others are involved. something which is so good and seem effortless. (=


didnt end up with Roy and Friends at the bar. he must be so exhausted from the previous sleepless nights. the minute his head hit the pillow, i can hear him inhaled gently. i tiptoed across the room so afraid to wake him up.


how strange. 30 mins ago, i was green with envy over the pressie and the events fred planned for the entire week. over the years, i always feel that he is the perfect man. good son. good friend. good lover. good bfriend. years later, he is still the-man. speaking of him, he is leaving for states again. a tad-bit sad but i know he and she can maintain it well. 5 good years. rocking steady.

kenny was telling me in October . . . my heart literally froze. i thought he was going to announce he is going overseas for two weeks. i realised i was actually afraid of that. i dont know why. i mean its for work purposes. totally understandable. its just this knot in your stomach. oh wellsss.. leave it till it comes. whatever happen, happens for a reason. (=

good night world.

@2:58 AM