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Smiley Jacksons
10:36 PM
Smiley Jacksons

I love my mummy. She fed me a huge spoonful of Milo powder. Yums! =)

I love my daddy. He goes four-poster bed hunting with me every weekend eventhough he is so busy with work. =)

I love my mummy and daddy because they remembered my favourite hakka noodles and char siu place and brought me there for sunday lunch where we pigged out as a family. And they bought me a four-poster bed that cost a bomb and has perfectly perfect matching satin brown and golden bedsheets. =)

The draperies lady was here today. Imma get my full-length window curtains and feminine princessy drapes on Tuesday. =)

Now its just getting the right bedside table, dressing table, work table, cupboard and shelves. Not forgetting the rug and I'm thinking maybe some decorative pillows to give my bed the perfect feel.

Suggestions anybody?

Written on Wednesday, August 19, 2009; 10:36 PM
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Because there was a time for everything
11:49 PM
Because there was a time for everything

I lost her.
She lost him.
He lost her.
And I lost you.

Give me my cold winds and slashing rains, for there I am warmed by the love of friends. Here, the chill seeps in quietly beneath the light.

Only a fool believes there is no price
But the time of reckoning will come
Be you ready or not, it shall be paid
In heart's blood, or more if it must be.

I pay the price, and I would pay it all over again. For if I don't, there would be no price to begin with.

I may have started it
But you force my hand.

Who am I to judge you, to praise you? And who are you to judge me?

You will not share, even for a fraction of the time that you will have. All's fair, for share not what you would prize above all. Small though it seems, I have the satisfaction of knowing or guessing that it was time that might have played the winning stroke.

I yield, for I seek not to destroy the remnants.
Go, leave me to learn my lesson well.

And secretly, I know and you know that this lesson may well not be learned, ever.

Written on Friday, August 14, 2009; 11:49 PM
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