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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

We are just stucked to each other these five days. Its like an holiday i can say. Holiday is sweet yet fast. I was stucked by your side days and nights, weekly routine already baby. shakehead. But i put a big smile to it sweetheart. =)

Warmth. Cuddle. Kisses. Gigs. Night hugs. Sweet and sour talks.
I hold them tight.

Head down to expo for baby's frenz service session. A group of friendly people. =) Nah no worry about IKEA. We can head down next time. Seriously i was kind of sad la cuz we din head down the last minute. You know me well baby though you keep asking yet i just said nothing here and then. hah. But i was fine after that cuz i know you'r dread like a pig when u'r on the bus. So or rather i insisted not to go in the end. These words are not to make you feel better but just my words. Smile. In the end we had dinner and tv at home. Sweet. So no worry baby. Go next time yea. When both of us are fresh and free. No need to be next week as well. hug you.






I'm waiting for friday. Are you? gigs.
Love you sweetheart.


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