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Sunday, February 24, 2008
p.s: you love me anot?
updated @ 11:48 PM
alright, the title is pathetic i know. but who cares anywhere. lol.

this time, i laughed more than i cried. just because i watched it with the one who pissed me off the past two days.
and the next thing you know, we're all okay.

watching with him made me laugh silly. just because he loves to tease me silly when i cried.

yes, in general, what women wants in a man is a shoulder to cry on or simply share the same sentiments or rather sorrows with us.
but this love of mine is the opposite of what we want for a man in this case.
instead of offering me a tissue or the initiative to wipe those uncontrollable tears away, he kept turning left to check on my bitterness.
just to giggle sneakily at me crying in the theatre.
amazed, he knew when to check on me at the perfect scenes that i would sob.
and then you know, he laughed next.
especially the part which caught me bawling when Holly kept calling her dead husband's hp, Gerry just so she could hear his voice on voicemail. =(
i so could imagine what it would have been if it were me.


well, that is why i love this boy very much.
he made me happy all at the wrong yet perfect time. and vice-versa.
he sure knows his thangs on how to melt this heart of mine.

so dear babyku,
P.S: I Love You.


Ireland is indeed a good choice honey

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