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Tuesday, April 08, 2008

dinner at hooters.

i'm quite into retail therapy nowadays, and it surprises me that there are so many apparels out there into which i can fit in. it feels good.

bought another top, after buying 1 top and 2 bottoms two days ago. had pedi. signed some promotional medi package too.

shufen has been nice. came over and bought lunch for me again. =)

the new top shall be worn to st james on this thursday i guess. or perhaps, i should wear the new skirts. love them!

buddy is happy. i am happy for her. at the same time, i am fearful. i am afraid of "losing" her.

she accompanied me tonight. simply because she wants me to be good and sit down to study.

i'm touched by the little things she do.

she still does not know how i feel.

i am still afraid.

she wakes me up every morning with her sms. my heart beats faster whenever she calls. she informs of her every little move, and those remind me of the past.

i seem to see shadows.

i dont want to live the past. the past is past. i want a new life.

i want to see her happy face.

no, i dont want her. not yet.

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i am kat.
email: qqkat_tt@yahoo.com


this is cindy, my dearest sis.