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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Sigh.

Just read through soooo many blogs. Everyone seemed to have a fantastic V-Day celebration. Why is mine like that? *Sobz* Durian feast for dinner??? Even though the durian was unresistably NICEY.

Ju got what she wanted! Ha! LOL! That girl must be over the clouds. Told est this evening that spending 500+ bucks on a Tiffany & Co. necklace is far far far too ex. I wouldn't want to waste that kinda money even if dear dear is willing to buy it for me larhz, cos i can instead get so so so many pressies with the sum!!! LOL! Still, it goes to show how much Ju means to her guy in an indirect way, not as in Ju is only worth 500 bucks okay! aHAHAHA...

Stupid and sickening stuffs just have to be around in my life. Shit!

After waiting for more than an hour for my parents to come back for the D24 durian feast, they finally did. I almost died eating the fruit, cos nobody wanted to finish it!!! Then i had no choice but to keep eating and eating till the 3 boxes were all stuffed into my big belly. Then after the feast, father suddenly asked me to show him those pics of Cindy which are stored in the PC.

He teared, weeped, cried. Asked me to print out 2 of those pics too.

Sigh.

All that sickening things on V-Day.

Then dear dear asked if i'm okay. She used the term 'moody'. She said i looked moody.

I said i'm okay. So what if i said i'm not? Do i have to start wailing to prove that i'm not okay anyway? What is sensitivity?! Anyway, she wanted to stay put for a little while longer but i didn't make her do so. There's always a limit to how long she can stay. Still hate that fact. In whichever way, whether she stays for another while or leave then, i'll be alone by the end of everything. This i know.

And so, she left.

Sometimes, i wish that she can be more pro-active and make the effort. But, ...

Hai yar, i don't even know what i want and what i am doing.

WHATEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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MeowZ~ @ 12:01:00 AM
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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.