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Wednesday, May 17, 2006

Q : What kinda woman would msg her love shitty msges that would make him angry, dissappointed, upset and worst, plant a seed of doubt in his mind, making him think of 1001 farked up things that could happen prior to wat this lovely lady said in the msg, and the paling dahsyat thing that could happen was for him to read the sms right after he wakes up in the morning?


Yes, im that woman. Ok correction. that BIATCH.

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For a moment then, i thought i lost him. Seriously, it felt it was nearly paralysing, out-of-breath experience.. I knew i am attached and felt belonged to him, but this morning, i realised that we had bonded and he has become a part of me. Losing him doesnt feel like i lost a thumb or a leg, it felt like as if someone has sucked the soul out of me. For that brief second, i could understood why people suffered or why people killed or wished to be killed and etc..etc.. all of these happen when they lost their loved ones..



No no, dont worry, we are perfectly fine. Though i got a taste of my own medicine. And love, oh god.. so forgiving and understanding. But i tink he can brush up certain pujuk-ing skills but then again, i know he wont manja me in everything..


So yes.. the punishment i got for all this is still tentative. I know baby will print out a whole list of what i must do to make up for this morning.. And he said he gonna make me sign it with my own blood. I din haf any idea of what kind of punishment he has in mind, or how long the list will be.. When i asked love, it was "sweet" of him to tell me the no 1 on the list, is to be his sex slave for the rest of my life.. oh-oh. After hearing no 1, theres no way i wna know wats on the rest of the list.. hurhur..


So yes people, wish me good luck ait... *grinz*

writtern @11:00 PM