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 I want to start blogging decently. wanted to start blogging yesterday, tried logging in with google chrome and the thing dont work, i thought blogger was down. i tried earlier on and the same problem. Lucky i tried using internet explorer and it works. OMF! should have use a different means. STUPID MOMO! hahahas. okay. i need to create a memory . I feel that recently my memory has been detoriating suppperrr fast, i dont know why? is it an illness ? Haiiiiii. i cant remember things that happened yesterday. My brain tell me not to remember anything . I hope i can still remember how Mr Lee look like when he's the best during that timing . LOL i dont want to forget how he use to treat me. Since i'm feeling better now. I guess i wont want to hate him or forget him. At least , when i'm older, i can tell my kid or whoever . Someone like him use to treat me so nice . Minus off the time when he treat me badly. Everytime i remind myself, Not to be so Perfectionist. Its an disease of mine. I alway wanted everything to be nice and perfect. It hurt sometime. i really hope i can get rid of this illness.Things had been quite smooth recently. Nearly got killed by screwdriver. Happily in love with my new Apple :D But the bad thing is MST IS ON MONDAY ! and we had yet to study anything. DARN it... so i'll be skipping my work this weekend.
Quoted from ANNEE blog
I want a man who can...
1. hug me tightly when I cry, 2.kiss me on forehead telling me everything's gonna be alright, 3.hold my hand firmly when we're in the crowd, protect me, 4.comfort and calm me down when I'm pissed, 5.be there for me when I was about to fall apart, 6.listen to me when I speak, 7.give me the attention that I want, 8.love me with all his heart, 9.let me know that I'm important to me.
isnt it meaningful? THIS IS SO MEEEE... i guess every woman wants to feel like this. i alway appear strong and independent infront of my friends. but in fact . i want to feel this way infront of the man i love :( will i still get the chance?
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