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Wednesday, February 13, 2008

is valentines day meant for the young only?

if yes, am i considered "young"?

24. mid-twenties. can i be associated with the "young" ones in any way?

i wasted some fluid today. cried.

i hate crying.

it's meant for the weaker breeds. i was one just this noon.

anyway, forget those god damn miserable shit.

i want to be happier, and i MUST!

back from a 4 hr KBox session @ Cineleisure. i'm kinda losing my voice. eh-hum.

but it feels quite shiok. just "quite" but not "very", because i didnt really have fantastic kar khees like i usually do.

sang tonnes of songs. it was like i had two 2-hr personal concerts.

it's funny to note that i have difficulties walking normally, yet have no problem driving at all. bro suspects i am faking the damn leg injury. oh my, why should i?!

planning for a short trip. there are so many people whom i miss having fun and hanging out with, so i am going to make an effort for those who are worth my time and energy!

while my birthday is slightly more than 3 weeks away, someone has already planned for a birthday meal with me. how nice? >.<

oh no, it isnt the one you are thinking of now.

my love life is AGAIN in an awful mess and i wouldnt want to think too far into the future in that aspect.

anyway, now i know i can at least expect some nice food on my birthday.

i was telling someone tonight that i dont recall any especially memorable v-day celebration ever. have not celebrated the insignificant day for the past 3 or 4 consecutive years. and i start to wonder if i have ever had any v-day celebration. have i???

perhaps somehow, the saying that goes "when love is good, everyday feels like a v-day" is true.

given the current chaos and disgusting shit i am in, what the hell would a v-day mean?

hmmm. perhaps, it is like a mini xmas during which i can expect a gift. this time round, i am going to purchase a hair curler myself, then claim the amount from the one who is somewhat obliged to present me with a v-day gift.

oh, how sad?

why are others' relationships always happy while mine is typically unhappy? am i the root of the problem?

am i really not a nice partner?

=i dont think so=

it's just that my life is filled with continuous bad encounters with some wrong people at some wrong time.

aiyar, whatever.

i'm off to bed.

goodnight, folks!~

PS: i dont freaking care if you read this. go ahead and do the snatching you love best.

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.