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Friday, April 18, 2008

Out of sudden, someone who has never called you before called you. And tt caller is your hubby's colleague. Can anyone imagine the anxiety and "pop eye" face? Lots of thoughts dashed thru my mind just like a 100m sprint during that few seconds of "Yang Cong" ringtone being played on my phone and the name appearing - "Boon" .

I was yet again treated like an idiot. Not once, not twice and NOT EVEN THRICE ! How cool is that my frens? How would you guys react after being taken for a spin again and again and again AND AGAIN ? How many of you can graciously accept that " I am sorry, I am really sorry. I promise I wouldn't do it again. I really regret. " HOW MANY?

I believe everyone heard of the "Wolf Come" story. Its disappointing ~

The days of pure dating.
The days of taking bus rides together, holding hand in hand.
The days of walking home after a movie, holding hand in hand.
The days of a peek on the cheek when we bade each other goodbye.
The days of cooking together.
The days of surprises.

do you still remember? one thing for sure, i fondly do.

its tiring to hear all the shit all over again. you always tell me you wont do it again, but it happened.

trust has been betrayed AGAIN.

i am tired. i realise that i've been treated like a 3 yr old kid.

as a legal wife, i am the last one to know of it. how sad can it be?

the reasons are all pretty clear cut to me.

Can you please kindly advise me what i shld do?


The End,







Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

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My darling boy, when my chores are through, we will cross the rainbow bridge together.
And between now & then, till I see you again, I'll be loving you...









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