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Tuesday, November 29, 2005

I'm getting very emotional these days. Been crying alot and very often.

Passed by the pet shop at Causeway Point this evening. I was still an unofficial owner of BoBo the previous time i was at the location. Walked into the shop with the intention of getting BoBo some medicine to treat her diarrhea then. However, she's now gone. In actual fact and strictly speaking, BoBo's still pretty near me physically, as she's merely a few blocks away. Still, i miss her badly. Misses how she would welcome me at the door without fail when i get home and how she would start walking on two and follow my hand which holds her food. She's soooo cute!

For the time being, i can only pray that she gives birth soon and obviously successfully and i can get my hands on one of her kids in a few months' time.

=Prays hard=

Then, the second issue which cost me my tears was dear dear's philosophy on life. "Everyone has his or her path in life", dear dear commented. People work hard and scrimp and save. What exactly, by the end of time, is the point in doing so? Dear dear's mother spent almost all her savings on her siblings who obviously have no intention of returning her the money, while dear dear herself works like a mad dog. Cindy, on the other hand, saved sooo much and spent more than 10K on her ex-boyfriend and paid for the last purchase she could ever make in this world - a coffin. Just what is the point? Isn't life meaningless?

I wondered if i'm in depression because i am apparently unable to walk out of the shadow which the past is casting upon me. But dear dear said otherwise. People who are in depression wouldn't feel like doing anything else but to hide at some little corners within the house. The fact that i was able to literally PULL dear dear out of the house and get our asses to JB shows that i'm clearly not in depression! LOL!

'Talked' to dear dear again. It's kinda a monthly routine. Something she said made me feel that i'm being treated unfairly. Nevertheless, i can understand the fear in her after having been through her previous relationship which dragged on for 4 years and landed her in depression. She promised me a nice, or rather, fantastic X'mas this coming holiday season. Let's see! Anyway, she did manage to lift my spirits up and filled my pathetic & weak heart with happiness during the later part of today's 'outing'. And i showed her my 'records'. I hope she will not find me bo liaoz though, since i used to find that it's seriously a rather bo liaoz thingy to have such records. Hee!

Ate alot alot. Full to the max. Will be having one session from 2 to 4 in toa payoh tomorrow. Meeting dear dear and Est-the-imp at AMK after the session and will be having our lunch at the bubble tea shop. I'm gonna eat the pork floss thingy!!! Ahahaha! FAT DIE ME!

~Lalalalala~

Tonight's a happy night!

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.