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of strawberries and cream: today in history
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Friday, 4 February 2011. Hehetoday seems a bit unbelievable, in a good kinda way. Hubby n i actually went out to buy some baby stuffs. I'm not being too optimistic.but there's still a 50-50 chance to everything. So i might as well be prepared for the better 50%. Didnt really buy much. Just 3pairs of clothing long-sleeved, short-sleeved and sleevess shirt complete with matching long pants and a set of mittens and booties. Then we just went surveying the prices for other baby things. The coming of the stork.
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Odd Duckie!: Sorry this quackers is gone for so long.
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Wednesday, February 23, 2011. Sorry this quackers is gone for so long. SORRY I apologize. Sorry! I do quick update. very very quick long quack :). I am now 2 years and 5 months! Parrot has gone to A-L (KL - Kuala Lumpur) to study ;(. Mummy say she become smarter so so so she can teach me and make me smart too. I now call Turkey BU SHASHA. heheh. ALSO, today, I go A-L to see bu shasha. YAY! Mak Weng is also following. FIRST TIME. I hope I can see Parrot. Love, Duckie ♥. We Are Family ♥.
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Life, through my eyes...: May 2009
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Friday, May 29, 2009. The Modernisation Of Wendy Peter P. - Part 9. When night spreads her dark cloak upon the horizon, I sit by my window, holding my breath. I hope he comes. After last night, he might have given up on me. The ticking of the clock is maddening. As the hands spin the hours, I feel my hope fading. He enters after I open the window for him. Wendy, you did nothing wrong.". I've been thinking of you all day long.". The Mo...
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Life, through my eyes...: There Once Was A Girl
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Sunday, December 18, 2011. There Once Was A Girl. There was a small farm in the countryside. There was a pretty green cottage on the small farm. Inside the cottage was a sweet yellow bedroom. Inside the sweet yellow bedroom was a white rocking chair by the window. On the white rocking chair by the window sat a little 7 year old girl. On the little 7 year old girl's lap was a blue book. The blue book was closed. It was raining heavily.
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Life, through my eyes...: June 2009
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Tuesday, June 16, 2009. I'm sorry I didn't fight harder for you. I loved you. I still love you, more so now than ever before. I know more often than not it seems like I have forgotten about you or forsaken you. For others, but trust me, you are always on my mind. You were, and always will be, my first love. The storms. Truth be told, sometimes I think you saved me. And even though I turned my back on you, you stayed loyal. I even blam...
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Life, through my eyes...: Undone
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Friday, December 25, 2009. 160; You lie on the grass next to me as we look up at the stars. I laugh as I feel the grass tickling my bare arms and feet. You sigh, a smile of deep contentment on your lips as you close your eyes. 160; It is quite a cold night, but we keep each other warm. We always keep each other warm. I just laugh and we both close our eyes and let our thoughts drift in the cool breeze. 160; I nod and ask what ...
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of strawberries and cream: ...
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Wednesday, 2 February 2011. Umur dh 34.but still treated like a 4yr old. Scribbled by Salina Inzaghi. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The coming of the stork. The Storyteller, Part 2. The Free eBooks Blog. Days to the big W. Good Eats 'n Sweet Treats. A forkful of spaghetti. How To Eat A Cupcake. The ones worth visiting.
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Life, through my eyes...: December 2011
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Sunday, December 18, 2011. There Once Was A Girl. There was a small farm in the countryside. There was a pretty green cottage on the small farm. Inside the cottage was a sweet yellow bedroom. Inside the sweet yellow bedroom was a white rocking chair by the window. On the white rocking chair by the window sat a little 7 year old girl. On the little 7 year old girl's lap was a blue book. The blue book was closed. It was raining heavily.
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Life, through my eyes...: October 2010
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Friday, October 29, 2010. Of Masks and Magic. I can hear the sounds of innocence and bliss in the air. Footsteps dashing from door to door, gleeful grins from angels and devils united on this night. All seeking the sweet innocent thrill brought on by, well, sweets. Yes, a treat indeed. A treat for the little ghosts and ghouls and for the zombies. Meanwhile. I walk around feeling like, well, a zombie. With Love, From Badriyyah. Loading...
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Life, through my eyes...: Stop And Go
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Life, through my eyes. With all my heart; and it doth much content me. Friday, June 18, 2010. I'll start giving again, once you stop taking from me. I'll start sleeping again, once you stop keeping me up at night. I'll start smiling again, once you stop making me miserable. I'll start talking again, once you stop pretending to care. I can stop giving, stop sleeping, stop smiling, stop talking. But what is really slowly seeping the life out of me. Is that I can't seem to stop loving you. I am a daydreamer.