Moved

I want an immaculate space, one that does not remind me of my younger days. And then again, that would mean removing the wrathful posts. I would very much prefer for them to stay up so I am leaving them here, and going. Catch me at my new place!

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#46

I remember the night when you walked over, smiling brightly at me even though you had waited for me for nearly four hours. That very same night was the first time I had received a book with a hollow centre, one with its pages glued together. That night is one that I will never forget. That night was our first Thursday together.

It has been a long and arduous journey, and tonight marks our second hundredth Thursday together. It is also the 16th of the month, our forty-sixth 16th. We have been together for so long, and been through so much that I always speak of us as ancient. Thank you for standing with me through all these while, and making every Thursday and 16th count. I love you to the moon and back :')

Make It Through (Monday)

Happy Mother's Day

Words can't say what love can do. Thank you for standing tall through all those years, and thank you for helping me grow - making me who I am today. I love you, Lmz. I love you more than anything. Happy Mother's Day :')

You Ain't Woman Enough To Take My Man

You've come to tell me something

You say I ought to know

That he don't love me anymore

And I'll have to let him go

You say you're gonna take him

But I don't think you can

Cause you ain't woman enough

To take my man

Women like you, they're a dime a dozen

You can buy them anywhere

For you to get to him, I'd have to move over

And I'm gonna stand right here

Sometimes a man's caught looking

At things that he don't need

He took a second look at you

But he's in love with me

Well, I don't know where that leaves you

But I know where I stand

And you ain't woman enough

To take my man

Chanced upon this oldie on Facebook, and the title caught my eye. Some of my friends have asked what exactly happened to my man and I in August, and my reply would always be, "It's too long a story for me to repeat." So here we go, and this is the part where the girl bit off more than she could chew.

Picture above shows a screenshot of my man and my conversation at that point of time, obviously not sent by my man. Why? Because I had asked for him (a long time ago) to type in proper English so that I can correct him if need be, and person in said conversation could not even spell the word 'you'. It was a pain to have to see her struggle with the BB9900's keyboard throughout her part of our conversation. Moreover, it seems as though she was more than just enthusiastic to send that reply to my statement, such that she forgot about her punctuations. If you want to pretend to be someone, do it properly. Tut tut.

Picture below is her explanation for said conversation above.

I have no idea what her point of 'get back at u' was about, but I am guessing that she was referring to this...

And I am also guessing that she was not very happy with me for telling her (while she was pretending to be my man) that he thinks she is ugly. ^^

Sucks to be you, my dear.

Word.

Misery Business

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change

Once a whore, you're nothing more, I'm sorry that'll never change

And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged

I'm sorry honey, but I passed it up, now look this way!

Well there's a million other girls who do it just like you

Looking as innocent as possible to get to who,

They want and what they like, it's easy if you do it right

Well, I refuse, I refuse, I refuse!

This. Is my favourite song of all time.

Sick

One bad thing about never or seldom falling sick is that when you do, you have absolutely no idea what to do. Sore throat is my nemesis. Whenever I do get it, my body will fail me in every way. Therefore, every single time I feel as though my throat is about to get irritated, I will do whatever I can to make the horrible feeling go away.

Today, I did the same. I woke up and finished a can of Coke within 5 minutes. Let's just say that Coke is my solace, and this is a story for another time. Waited for my man to reach, and finished the bottle of honey lemon that he had gotten for me and we had a light breakfast at home. He persuaded me to take a rest before wrapping me up into a cocoon with my duvet and proceeded to sayang me to sleep. My poor man was almost sick with worry, but he took care of me well :') Thank you, my man!

Right now, my only concern is that there is one last can of Coke residing in my fridge. I must ration it, and use it sparingly. And also....... FEVER, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS A PARTY.