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Sunday, January 27, 2008

"So you cling to the one you think you might lose"
Painfully true. as much as i try to change that fact, i'll fall back to the same pattern over and over again. like its embedded in my mind. prob change the phrase to ,"So you cling to the one you KNOW you WILL lose" the irony of it all.

i'll get all emotional wenever i reach home, no matter wad i do outside. n its somehow getting on my nerves. i wanna explode n cry in wadeva emotions i hold captive within. but if crying can settle it all, i prob cry for the rest of my life and sulk away. like how ma always say, "if all u do is cry, u're spoiling urself". n how pa repeats, "god only help those who help themselves".

my gal frens made a plan, which i have yet to decide wether or not to go along wif it. study really hard, get a really gd (payable) job, get a super cool car, before finding for a man to spend ur life wif. and no kids!! told my mom and she was obviously agnst it. she was pushing me to get a bf during my uni days. hur hur~! reverse psychology wrks. now i dont hafta hide whoever "my-bf-to-be" is animore.

yest was a farewell dinner organised by dr tan at coca. den to zouk for sheena's bday which was absolutely utterly uber awkward. and FINALLY mos. overload of mats... all those posers..


heard tt grandma's not doing gd. i'm still praying...
saw how pa sat by her bed at sgh to chat or massage her for the whole day.