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❤ vanilla ❤ silyut ❤
that girl



sylvia

tmph supervisor
crybaby
super racist & countrist
loves: manga, anime
mahjong
mashi maro
mamee mee
& milo!
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her affliates

a chord
miic
daniiel
eng siing
derriick
ciindy
sharon

your footprints



her nolstalgia

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her applause


Tuesday, September 23, 2008
my dream story... (edited)

she was the boss's woman (girlfriend)...
he was the boss's underman (right hand man)...


they were all prepared for the important function...

she wore a black dress...
he wore a black suit...


just as she left the boss's villa...
the heels that she chose for a very long time...
broke...

she started to throw tantrum...
theres no other heels can match her dress like this...

the boss dote on her so much...
for her to be happy, the boss instructed him to buy her a pair of heels...

the boss will proceed to the ball first... its not nice for him to be late...
and he will escort her to the venue after everything is done...

she waited inside the car while he went hunting for her heels...

she started to worry what type of heels when he get...
what size will he get...

he came back with a pair of black gold heels...

to her surprise...
it was more suitable then her previous one...

he wore it for her...
like how the prince wore for cinderella...

and it fits tremendously...
he actually know her foot size...

he smiled at her...
and took out a brand new phone...

"for you..."

she stunned...

a very familiar model...

the same as his!...
the same white slide phone like his!...

this moment... she felt his feelings for her...

just like how she felt for him all this while...

she lean towards him...
they cuddled each other...

with only the two of them inside the ride (plus the chauffeur of course)...
it felts like theres only two of them in the world...

the boss was reported with their every move...

how they felt for each other...

but as a boss...

he cant let them off easily...

he was angry...

the boss pretended a happy face...

after the function...
they were dragged to the back alley...

they knew this would happened...
the gang start thrashing them up...

the boss saw how he protected her...

boss's heart softened...

told his men to stop...
and he let them off...

his heart was all bitter...

he wanted her to be happy..
want her to find happiness

because boss loved her too...

- the end -
her memory was written @ 01:47