an 'apple' would be the oldest entry on my wish list (which i put right on the left sidebar of this page). and finally on sept 16, 2011, i could cross it out of the list! oh merciful mighty god, thank you! no, i mean, THANK YOU! say hello to my apple (may be i'll named him i am mac)

come to think of it, for this 7 years this blog running, i'm able to cross the entries of the wish list out one by one, and it's just felt so good, what a bless.

as far as i could remember, these are some of the blessings: a camera, a home, a small crib called home, she&him jr, work from home, and the apple. and right now, i just can't think of any new entries to dwell on the list, replacing the other two. i'm just too busy smiling ear to ear.

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3.42 am
"it's not work, it's something i love to do, and make money from" - me

i can't be a midnight owl and an early bird at the same time. i wonder if someone could be that. that would be wonderful, but that just not me. come to think of it, i can't be just an early bird, i'd supposed. stupid birds, and the owl's not that smart either.

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6.55 pm

we're building a nest called home, and you're the lovely carpenter.

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6.48 pm

i want to enjoy my motherhood, i don't want to miss any special moment with my baby, i wish right now i was at home right by his side.

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7.06 pm

i miss you

i love my job.
really enjoy every seconds of it.
i think i'm gonna miss my 24 inch imac.
i think i'm gonna miss the office situation.
i think i'm gonna miss my 'roomates'.
but hey, it's just for awhile.
i'm taking a little break for the weeks of waiting.
kinda little scary, but it excites me,
very much!

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7.59 pm

'i wait, and i wait, and i wait, and i hope all i'll get is not just the waits.'

i want to memorize one of our (me and my husband's) late night pillow chat. as we're comfortably sitting on our bed, watched closely to the baby inside my 37 weeks bump moves, he then stroke his hand slowly over my tummy. and as he stop, my dear hubby said, "my palms are so rough. see... unlike yours, mine are like those hands of an overhardworked carpenter." he stroke his palm over my palm, tried to compare his to mine. well, he shouldn't, cause aside to the fact that i'm a woman and he's a man, i'm also one of those lucky person who's born with soft and silky skin, with softness above average. of course he couldn't top over me.
     "they're so rough, what if the baby would not gonna like it, if i caress him with these," he later said.
     what a surprisingly words, but also one sweet thought of him. i was really surprised. how come such thought came across his mind. i honestly have never been bothered by it, i don't even think that his palms are that annoyingly rough. maybe not as soft as mine, but they're still nice pair of hands. i love those hands. those are the hands that gently holding me while we were walking out on the street, the hands that always delivers the warm lovely hugs whenever i need it, and the same hands that carefully massage my back and my swollen feet during this pregnancy.
     "honey, these aren't rough. these are the hands of a man who's working hard taking care of his family. you shouldn't worry about any of this," i burst my mind out.

oh my favorite man, i'm sure the baby will love your hands as much as i love them. and he'll love every sweet caresses too. don't worry.

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7.01 pm

if you're a bird, i might say these to you,
"leave your nest, and let's fly with me, away to some place where we could rest. or together we'll build our own nest."

i'm waiting for that moment to arrive, i really do.

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5.49 pm

she didn't wrote the most amazing lines.
she's not always writing about the beautiful pain.
she doesn't write that good.

she's not your favorite writer,
nor your favorite living character.

she's not a real artist,
she's not even draw.
but she does paint, she paints her world with the sparks of her mind,
she brings colors to live.
she speaks something real,
and she shows only the true self.

she's just as good as the photographs,
and as real as the sun.

she's always better than all of yesterday's lies.

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7.30 pm

i laugh, and spread some laughter. i love, and i'm blessed with some love, let's share more love. that's what this life needed the most, that's just the kind of life i treasure, a little one that filled with laughter and love.

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3.42 pm

i've never imagined myself as a preggers before, well, i've never imagined myself to be somebody's wife also before i married to my husband, but nowadays i'm pretty much enjoying myself as one pregnant woman. and the loveliest thing which i love the most is, i feel like i am falling in love all over again, excitedly, like a teenager in love.

in the earlier months of my pregnancy, i was longing to hear travis' songs. and my heart jumped and smiled with joy everytime i listen to the british band's songs. sometimes i find myself smiled goofily to the songs. exactly just like what i did when i was in the early stages of dating my husband back then.

i know i fall in love all over again. i fall in love with my husband, i fall in love with the baby inside my bump, i fall in love with my mom, i fall in love with my dad, i fall in love with my sister, i fall in love with my cats, i think i even fall in love with every cats i meet, i fall in love with myself, and i fall in love with my life, all over again.

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8.04 pm

'so take me, don't leave me
take me, don't leave me
baby, love will come through
it's just waiting for you' - love will come through, travis.

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