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Wednesday, July 26, 2006

woke up today feeling pain inside my rite eye.
went to see a doctor and he give me mc.
telling me tat if my eye gets red tomolo,
it's better nt to go work.
have been going to the doctor very often tis year.
the doctor must be very happy to see me. =/

my father wants to change my fone for my sister and i.
i deleted all the msgs hubby sends me.
2011 of them. damn.
my heart feels so pain.
those memories were erased just like tat.
DAMN. MY HEART IS BLEEDING.
sad like shit.
DAMN.

misunderstandings between hubby and i over the phone.
couldn't help but broke down.
suppose to meet today,
end up tat he overslept...
he apologised and said wad next time dun sleep, after duty straight away meet me,
like i'm nt being understanding and all.
but heck, i dun mean tat lor.
and he goes nvm nvm.
know how freaking heart breaking tat could have been?
and i check my schedule and realised tat i give the wrong schedule,
and this whole week i couldn't meet him because when he's off, i'm working,i'm off he's on duty.
sad like hell. my god. blame myself for so careless.
if there's a wall, i'll bang myself hard on it.
call him and talk on the fone,
but we really dun have anything to talk on the fone.
in fact, i hate talking on fones.
he suggest we sms instead.

i miss him.
i really miss him.
really miss him so damn much.
but does he actually know tat?
i doubt so....

enough of that.
need to sleep.

anyway,
last but not least,

HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY AMOS!!!

be more mature alright?
laughs-

bye ppl.


TEARS BEHIND THAT SMILING FACE.



Amanda shouted @ 11:31 PM

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