Thursday, November 8
Like Plastercine Stuffed in a Keyhole.
- least expectation and still at a lost. forward moving it shall not be. just how we are suppose to clean all these, i pray for it to be as painless as the red ant's bite. i wish for the impossible, but nothing is impossible. disagree and i tag u a negativist. now *waves hands with disapproving look* SHOOOOO!
i didnt get my answer on how long he think we will be in such state. random reasons he use to get us where we want. so private and confidential, it can really be quite exciting. but i want to know. how long? im a wuss and am prepared to shield and pack my bags. drop the extra weightage and move on.
can't turn back and not moving forward. im a veg stuck in between teeth. (eeew. sorry, bad example.)
like plastacine stuffed in a keyhole - messy to get out and the other end is suggesting dead as hell. :)
lunch with my loves in the house! and looking forward to it already. *smiles*
posted by fries @ 4:18:00 AM
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