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Monday, October 29, 2007

kick.
kick.
kick.

Baby is kicking me since morning. Issit because she knows Mummy's angry?
Or isst because she knows Mummy's going to see her through ultrascan later?

These days my emotions get pretty bad. I saw the bitch viewing my hubby's profile, and the first thing I almost did was.. to crush my mouse. Damn it. But I stopped in time due to Baby's kicking. I realised my bad temper. And I controlled my emotions well, at least for that moment. I never behaved this way. I know hubby has nothing gotta do with the bitch. But it just happened like that, I wanted to crush my damn mouse. I was lucky it was on the computer. If it was seeing her real-person, I'm afraid I won't be able to control. I know she didn't do anything to me. I know Hubby didn't do anything too. I know it was years back, but so what? Take it as she gave me a chance to plot against her laa!! If she didn't try to do anything, I won't have a character for me to plot against or blame on, right? Once you got yourself into my hate-list, I would remember you even if you turn into ashes. I just hate her. Just because she once tried to be nice when Hubby and I had a huge quarrel. And acting naive, understanding and noble in front of my hubby. If my hubby isn't one of those damn faithful guys, she might succeed with her pussy voice. But too bad, even my walking away, didn't help with her success. Shit you.

I once pray for everyday just to be able to get to see you.


his wifey; her mummy <3
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