For a vibe continues.
Nothing spells comfort more than staring into space with a stupid grin on your face.
Forgive me father for I poke badgers wih spoons.
You are to me what water is to plants.
I like cheese rings.
Enough of that...
I hate not being able to drive.
People are leaving this month and I cant even go and see them...
Why is the Curve so the Far?
Yesterday with the girls was fun although we didn't find the shop that we were looking for. Bad Sungei Wang, bad random la-la shopping mall.
Hey Sexy, I visited the 6th floor finally. You know, it really IS lala land. I'll never utter that phrase again 'cos that is not a happy wonderfully awesome place. Tak nak.
I'll be on a date with sexyvoice in March God willing.
Dear God,
I have a list, I have many lists but this one you pay special care to. I know you're not someone to take it lightly. God, I'm not making a huge tangent on your religion(s) I know you're there reading this, or tapping into my head with your omnipresence, which is great, don't get me wrong. But back to the list I was talking about.
This list is for my life. I depend on it to make sure my hopes and dreams don't crash and burn. It's stuck on a blue tack next to the wall that has my heart on it. You know what's on the big heart but let's not get into that... The list is the grand design. I supposed you created/thought up/made me existential for a reason. You know how my head works and it's a wonderful thought process if I may say so myself.
All I ask is you give me great strength to get through all my challenges, all the stupid hurdles that rear its ugly head and stick out its nasty tongue at me while going GLAHGLARGLAR. I hate that.
Thanks for the little joys in my life. I can name them but it wouldn't be fair to the rest who perhaps did something special but was never considered. It's never been in me to set aside anyone who genuinely has a good heart. As I had read somewhere, or heard, the world is a funny place you'd made. All we do is pass time waiting to die.
Yours Forever,
Sha.
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