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Monday, July 04, 2005

Back from dinner.

Yar, the dinner took me a freaking 2 hours. Ate so much. Talked so much too. Cindy is just sooo alike that little aunt of mine. "Chia Beh Beh" woman!

I think my dad is a little pissed with me. For talking to the woman he kinda hate? Maybe. Then he should be angry with my mum too, why just me?

He gave a 'sarcarstic' comment earlier, over dinner, when my mum asked him if he have had his dinner. "You think i'm like you guys ( Me and my mum )? I'm not in the mood to eat. Still missing my little daughter till this very minute!"

Hello! You're the one who always call and ask us to to go down for dinner! Wake up!

Who doesn't miss that little baby? I do, alright! Everyday... ...

Happiness is filling the little corners of this entire world, it seems. When will it come to me?

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MeowZ~ @ 9:55:00 PM
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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.