storyoftheeastandwest=)

Sunday, July 15, 2007

hiakhiak.
after attachment in school with boy,
i never thought i would be so freaking lucky;
to be able to work with him AGAIN!
(:

hee.

whatever it is.
i see boy everyday.
breakfast,lunch,dinner.
but he says it ain't healthy.
):

so i refrain from seeing him during the weekends.

its almost the end of attachment soon.
a few more weeks to go.
& its holidays!
(:

love today.

vicky
UPDATED @ 12:30 AM

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Saturday, April 28, 2007

my handsome boy.
(:

loves!

you better lemme catch my THE LETTERS OF DEATH soon!
rahh!
(:

vicky
UPDATED @ 11:54 PM

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Wednesday, April 25, 2007

my boy's CS-ing.
in school.

sorry boy,
for the eleventh.
promise you no more of such.
no more excuses too.

i'll prove to you.
(:

HUGS,
i love you to the core.
heehee.

vicky
UPDATED @ 10:29 AM

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Sunday, April 08, 2007

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i'm always here.
i promise.
<3

vicky
UPDATED @ 1:00 AM

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Saturday, April 07, 2007

The Good Husband

Jack wakes up with a huge hangover after attending his company's Christmas Party. Jack is not normally a drinker, but the drinks didn't taste like alcohol at all.

He didn't even remember how he got home from the party. As bad as he was feeling, he wondered if he did something wrong.

Jack had to force himself to open his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins next to a glass of water on the side table. And, next to them, a single red rose! Jack sits up and sees his clothing in front of him, all clean and pressed.

He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order, spotlessly clean. So is the rest of the house. He takes the aspirins, cringes when he sees a huge black eye staring back at him in the bathroom mirror.

Then he notices a note hanging on the corner of the mirror written in red with little hearts on it and a kiss mark from his wife in lipstick:

"Honey, breakfast is on the stove, I left early to get groceries to make you your favourite dinner tonight. I love you, darling! Love, Jillian"

He stumbles to the kitchen and sure enough, there is hot breakfast, steaming hot coffee and the morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating.

Jack asks, "Son...what happened last night?"

"Well, you came home after 3 A.M., drunk and out of your mind. You fell over the coffee table and broke it, and then you puked in the hallway, and got that black eye when you ran into the door."

Confused, he asked his son, "So, why is everything in such perfect order and so clean? I have a rose, and breakfast is on the table waiting for me??"

His son replies, "Oh THAT!... Mom dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you screamed,

"Leave me alone, I'm married!!"

Broken Coffee Table :$239.99
Hot Breakfast :$4.20
Two Aspirins :$0.38
Saying the right thing, at the right time . . PRICELESS!!!

to be able to do this,
that's already 24hours.
(:

you might think there's loads & tons & heaps of differences.
no worries.
everything will work out just fine.
HUGS.

our plans were foiled.
but no worries;
hiakhiak.
i found nicer replacements!
=D
freaking nicer and cheaper?
(to me at least.)
no loneliness or eerieness LAH!
rahh.
somemore its my IDEAL place!
no objections allowed.
just comments and opinions.
iloveyou!HEE!

you made me felt a tinge of fear.
but manymanymany LOVE & WARMTH & everything NICE.

my michael ballack.
(:

vicky
UPDATED @ 12:50 AM

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Friday, April 06, 2007

no regrets.
really.

i just need a little sensitivity.
(:

no one's perfect.
neither me nor you.

loving the way you are.

vicky
UPDATED @ 12:18 AM

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Saturday, March 24, 2007

HAPPY TENTH MONTH!(=
yes, i love the top.
thanks dear.
MUAH!

i hope you like that too.
=)

i love you truckloads.

vicky
UPDATED @ 7:47 PM

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