Frustration comes when something does not live up to your expectation. Like you're expecting something to give you a great sensory pleasure and yet it turns worst. Sensory still, but in the painful sense.
He mentions about marriage once in 24 hours. So to reconfirm my commitment verbally I've invented a new poem that I recite whenever we're off to our respective sanctuaries after a good date.
I love you - in the morning, in the afternoon, in the evening and in the night. I want to be in your family tree too. La~la~la.. Okay, not exactly a poem...
I've lost my Shakespeare skills since coming to Terengganu. How frustrating.
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