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Its Only Life - Kate Voegele
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
self recollections

i love my time with boyfie now
i love how he calls me sayang at the end of every favour
i love how he brings me out to places we have not visit yet
i love how he picks and sends me right infront of my doorstep
i love how my family brightens up at the sight of him
i love how syahir picks up the fone and act his conversations with my boyfie
i love how he holds my hand
i love how he gets so protective
i love how he know the time when i feel insecure at places
i love how he looks me in the eye and mimes
i love how he does not shout at me anymore
i love how he ask me for opinion
i love how he consults me for answers
i love how he depends on me for his whereabouts
i love how he shares his stories to me
i love how he listens to me
i love how he plans our growing old together
i love how he laughs at how i eat
i love how he wipes food crumbs off my mouth
i love how he avoids conversation or questions that will put us in a good fight by being blatant about it
i love him

yesterday was nice
boyfie's first day at work but it was a course
he was sooo eager and all
picked me up and we shared soo many stories
we went to pasar malam
we were so hungry we bought soo many food
we wanted to enquire about the car bt we were paiseh bout it
ggna ask his daddy bout it

:)

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