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Thursday, September 11, 2008

Sorrowful images; words
3:20 PM

Recently; or maybe this year... IT'S A BAD YEAR ! It's bring tears & grief.. & it's never ending...
I may/may n0t know them but their words really "pins down my heart"..
i feel grief, sad, unhappy, trouble, miserable, gloomy, depressed ... etc after i read readd readdd their entries each day.
You might sae, "you'r not them wht! why you feel sad?".. Mayb i am just too-emotion & i really 100% dun wish this to happen ard me! :(

Friends leave without a good-bye & i regretted.. :(

J: Ehhh.. you working here arh...
Me: I am busy, talk next time..

if i would allow myself to have some time to chat with him, i won't be so upset over this. I thought i am able to see him next time but NO.



I held her birth cert in my hands. Nicely laminated, clearly printed except, no baby to bring it home with. Then I saw it…right at the top right hand corner – her birth cert number…starting with ‘T’.

That would have be her Fin number when she grows up. How I wish we could use that to register her for play-school, kindergarten, nurseries...B ut first, I've to use it to book a cremation slot to bid our Princess a reluctant goodbye...

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i was too short to reach, this time, i bought a chair with me.
Very ingenious you must think . . . that is if , the chair is taller.
Tip-toeing helped, not much but, you know taller.
Why must dust form so fast?


credits:
http://ashleyisourangel.blogspot.com/
& ... Okay.. ask it from me k :(



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Actually; i still do care.