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Girl On Queen Street


Monday, July 23, 2007
Spasm Kicking In.


THe ffft fft ffftting of the living room fan is the only sound next to the music from the lappy. At 9.35pm, the family should be home, and yet they aren't. why not? cause they're entertaining the kid as he gets his toes x-rayed. clumsy boy tripped over the legs of the sofa while running around his grandma's house. -tsk tsk- now his toe's all disoriented. amusing. a little gross, but amusing.

It's been a good half hour, and i'm still hiccuping. Laugh lah some more at Shy. that's the price you pay.

Boyfriend's present is almost done. Almost. but not quite. Can't wait. 2 more hours till the boy turns 17. A little dampening, how he's feeling. Like how i did when the birthday was nearing, he's not really looking forward to it. And me not being very good at surprises, may just ruin my surprise for him. GAHH.
I don't know if i should reveal the surprise just yet. But i'm super hyped about it lahhhhh.
Ok i shall.

Okay, I know it may be a lot, considering the fact that i've known him less than a year. but i really wanted to make this one special. so i made a little scrapbook, with a list of 17 gifts and surprises for him 17th birthday. i shan't say what's inside, that's a surprise. It would be an even bigger surprise to be able to capture the different facial reactions, or maybe the same, when he unveils his gifts. Gahh!!
Now i'm even more anxious than excited. What if things don't go according to plan? What if it isn't as perfect as i want it to be? what if he spoils the plan by doing idfk what? what if I spoil the plan? AHHHHHH.

shoot me now. now. now.
pressure.
pressure.
pressure.
GAHH.


`__perfectionism sucks balls//



9:17 PM