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Monday, July 04, 2005

I hear shoutings coming from the living hall. Not my dad this time round, but my little aunt. She's so similar to my dad in THIS aspect. Yet, the two of them kinda hates each other. Aunt's not shouting to my mum, who's her elder sis, obviously. I think she's on the phone or something, and she's complaining to someone regarding a quarrel she had with her bf last night. Yes, a 'BF', when she's already as old as Singapore. Turning 40 this year, had 2 failed marriages and 4 kids whose age range from 19 to 7. If i were to live her kinda destiny, i guess i'd rather die. So should i call her 'strong' or something?

That's bad of me! She's here to visit my mum, and i'm here, somehow telling the entire world what kind of a woman she is. Oh well, i guess that's enough. Enough gossips bout her.

I'm tired. Woke up at 9 plus this morning. Was awakened by the irritating sound from the vacuum cleaner. Had about 6 - 7 hours of sleep but still, i'm damn tired. Haven't been sleeping well these days. Perhaps things will take a change for the better when pal officially stops work and shift in with me for that few days. Pal, you're my only hope alright! Don't cheat me yeah? Though i just did that to you. =)

Just told a lie. A lie which pal believed without any doubt, i suppose. Told her i'm willing to make a trip down to her office, and bring along our dinner, then have a meal with her in her office. Didn't really expect her to take my words. I thought she's smarter than THIS. Haha! No offence, pal! ( *Laughing like shit!* )

Dad called. Asked if we wanna go to the coffeeshop for dinner soon. Gosh! We're really eating like nobody's business! Ate sooo much fried rice this noon. Not because i was freaking hungry, but because i was the one who got my dad to cook that and i somehow had to finish it though it didn't taste as nice as it usually does. I just didn't want him to feel bad or what.

Been really putting effort into sparing a thought for my family these days. That's the minimum i can do for the time being.

Mum just came into my room again. Asked me to go for dinner. Argh! I'm not hungry!!!

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MeowZ~ @ 7:36:00 PM
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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.