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Monday, August 29, 2005

I kinda had a little struggle with myself. Was pondering if i should give her a morning call when i found myself awake at 845am. Did not set the alarm to that time when i usually deliver morning calls while i'm on my way to the campus, but somehow, i woke up.

Made that call eventually.

It was picked up after just several rings. Not usual.

She asked if i slept. Perhaps that's because she saw the sms i sent late last night saying i couldn't get to sleep for i have slept too much the whole of yesterday.

I told her i did. And went on to ask the question that has been flashing across my mind since last night. I asked if she spent the night at home yesterday.

It's been almost 30 mins since i sent that sms, and i have yet to receive any reply.

I think i kinda know the answer.

I should have known it better.

I should have known it all along.

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.