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Friday, July 20, 2007

back from a disappointing supper at bedok north blk 85.

99% of the stalls were closed when i arrived at 1plus am. that's not the usual case. stalls typically remain open till 2 plus or 3 in the morning. i'm unlucky. or maybe sam is. we wanted bbq sting ray so badly but all we got in the end were bbq chicken wings, some disgusting carrot cake and wu xiang. yucks.

the trip totally tarnished the superb impression i have of the hawker centre i so used to frequent during poly days. oh yar, i was also a regular throughout the 2 years i was with ade. a trip to 85 was like a weekly event.

perhaps that's how i gained like 20kg within 2 years. amazing huh?

life is pretty good for the time being. i'm sorta enjoying.

but there's one thing i am extremely displeased about, that is, i cant seem to be able to wake up like any normal people. damn! i am sleeping till 4 or 5 in the evening EVERYDAY. evidently, i sleep only when morning arrives, like at 6am?

this should not going to be the case man! this is insane, isnt it?

i dont like it this way.

i want to wake up in time to have kuay chap for breakfast with my parents!

anyway, dad was not in a very good mood tonight. he sorta threw some tantrums earlier on.

i hate it when he comes home drunk.

why is it that when bro and i come home drunk, we are always able to exercise sufficient self-discipline as to quietly lie on bed and SLEEP but he's always creating nonsense?! irritating.

i have some MA affairs. gotta work on them now.

goodbye world.

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.