[LOVES]
my girl, except that stubborn streak of cos!(ooo...and that laziness)
my family. I'm a family man ok
my kids. ok, FUTURE kids.
[HATES]
lazy bums. *tsk tsk*
getting skinny....
...and getting fat
no, I'm not sounding confused. U are the confused one.
skinny as in arms, and fat as in belly. Got it?
told you I hate talking to goons.
Note: This page was written by my ex gf, just wanna keep it as a memory...
Sunday, October 23, 2005
This super long sms is from my girl...
Not too long ago, there lived a boy who stayed in a kampong.. He liked the life there, for it was peaceful and serene, other than the ocassional fights between the cats and dogs.. One day however, life took a sudden change when...
...when he got bitten by a dog. He decided he got tried of the boring rural life, and aspired to live in the big and bright city! So one day... in the early morning, he took a bottle of water with him and started walking.. He walked a long while before he got to the main road..
Along the way, he stumbled over a few times. Each time, he picked himself up and wiped his bleeding knee, telling himself its ok.. As darkness fell, he was hungry and tired and needed a place to rest his tired soul... Spotting flickering of light ahead, he forced himself to travel tat little bit further. Each step took tremendous effort. Suddenly.. He heard rustling of the bushes nearby.. Is it another dog wanting to bite me? he wondered. He peered cautiously...
..And what did he see? A little girl just as tiny as him, just as fragile.. just as vulnerable... She was shivering in the dark, for she was scared of the cold.. He was glad at least he wasnt shivering, and stepped forward for a better look.. mustering up courage, he said.... Hi...
The girl seemed to trust him, and slowly got out from behind the bush. Hmm? She said. She didnt seem to understand him though. As it turned out, they didnt speak each other's language, so it was impossible for them to have a verbal conversation.. So they restorted to using their eyes.. haha, ok this sounds cheesy. Lets just say they somehow understood each other even though they didnt share the same language. Some call it connection, some call it love. I prefer calling it love..
Well, she send all these sms es to me once when she was super late for our date.. just to keep me occupied so that i will not be bored. So sweet of her rite?
And i agree with her totally in her last question.. i would call it love too..
sin83
10/23/2005 01:31:00 PM