Bonjour!
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Sunday, December 10, 2006
147cm.
I am going to knit 10 rows of black.
By then, it should be ready.
Sick. Sick. Sick.
Where is my immune system?!
Je t'aime....
When I began knitting, my entire world is about knitting.
I eat knitting.
I sleep knitting.
I dream knitting.
I talk knitting.
{I started to knit for my boyfriend.}
{I plan to give a shawl for Donkoi on his birthday.}
I usually get different types of questions from friends around me.
Close-ended question:
[Are you sure?]
{Sure.}
*Doubtful eyes.*
Open-ended question:
[Which country are you living in, girl?]
{Malaysia.}
*Glad that you know this.*
A more specific open-ended question:
[When is he supposed to wear it in such a "warm" country?]
{He doesn't need to wear it.}
*Huh!?*
Giving gift that I like personally to the person I love is my instinct in choosing gift.
It is about the spur of joyous moment when he opens the gift.
He will have the beautiful gratitude look welling up his eyes.
A total silent moment.
The air is filled with sanguine passion.
Then, the effort is worthwhile.
Happy Birthday.
Merry Christmas.
And, Happy New Year.
Knit with my blessings to you, Kheng.
Leang, 24-12-2006 4:45pm.
Je voudrais être avec toi....
