you: dont walk away, dun walk away

no one ever said it would be this hard

Sorry to you, Ive tried to love you, Ive tried to accept you the way your are, we weren't meant to be together I'm sorry wasn't my game after all
its such a shame for us to part

• i start to give u all the wrong answer
• i start to ignore u
• age does matter
• younger boy doesn't suit me
• im haunting those men in husky tone in between baby powder and personal sweat, those inviting business suit, man in British India and normal slack on daily do, Im not into man/boys in skinny jeans and Mika-do's im off with that
• Im haunting those who can hug me and pamper me while listening to Dinah Washington, Norah Jones, James Ingram and worst Bryan Adams. I like Akon, The Ting Ting and so on but Im not into it, sorry dear my bad
• U werent on my wallpaper anymore, the man in proper suit, bearded, mustache defeat your picture...
  
• No more handwritten note, its all on going sms between me and him, more to I miss you sayang, sayang I'm sorry I'm in the meeting we'll get together later ok. Last time: I L Y 2, I M U
  
• he serenade my night, u are not mine, Im sorry I cant take it
• I hate this but Im loving it, Im for it
  

mum the word!!

As a mother i considered u r a rude mother, rude to your child, your child is hunger for your attention and you just keep on texting on to yr hp, i don't know im touched because yr child is waving at you yet you didn't bother, she wanted to follow her nanny but not until you wave goodbye to her, i know this is a hospital you might not bothering yr child because u r pregnant, your child looks like she is mute, maybe you stuck on hospital's bill but for heaven fucking sake look at your child carry her or ask her what does she wants, im not freaking fucking care the shrieking sound of your child im annoyed because im guessing her needs is being abandoned my you the fringing motherrr, and unbelievable you are carrying another one in your tummy im wishing that u can stop doing whatever the urgency and give a min to yr child im fucking sure the cashier or the pharmacist wouldn't mind rather than us being an audience to your lack of sensitivity towards yr
throutcomingoutcryingchild huh


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sighing heavily

I think i crimed myself by eating 8 sticks of Hj Samuri's chicken sate, it all went wrong when Nabil came to my pad to meet my gramma,so sate was bought to be dinner served, i already had 3 pcs of pulut panggang in the evening and planned not to do a heavy dinner but will only rely on Wasa's. Things got worst when its only minutes away for swimming, as im hoping this week i shall swims the whole week night, ive made a fashion crime when i swim in my body cladding quicksilver's and butt wrapping hot pants thats easily roll up im baring my every inch of fat rolls and cellulite (come on even kim k. Have some) i manage to make 17 lapse!!! And i can feel the sate is jinggling in my chest of indigestion ....

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