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When I am just not perfect.
Sunday, April 12, 20091:49 AM

Working as usual just now, nothing special for me to blog about actually today. Baby sister in camp and I get the big bed all to myself though I do miss her kicking me and hugging me (maybe there is where I get all the bruises and scars when I woke up, even at my butt).
Boy oh boy! I'm craving for rice right now. It's been soo long since I've tasted mummy's cooking. Damn long I tell you.


Whenever we were to walk in silent, it make me wonder whether I did or say something that might hurt you and it makes me feel guilty thoughout the whole journey. If I did something that might hurt you, I'm truely am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I really don't. And if I do, DO let me know so I'll try my best to not repeat it again. I'll try my best. I know I am never good at cheering you up. I'm sorry. If there is something on your mind, do tell me.

To Nurul love. If you're reading this, do cheer up k? As I may have mentioned hundred and thousand of times, I'LL BE HERE FOR YOU. ALWAYS. Just call me and I'll be there for you in a jipsy (since we live soo near).

XOXO