Please, nobody ask me about my birthday and how it went. This questions sends me into bouts of depression and I'm already at my 23985th bucket of tears. Oh well, at least the agony and hurt from last year's birthday breakup paled in comparison and has faded from memory somewhat.
So, for the first and last time... my 26th birthday is totally screwed up. FUBAR. End of story.
But I would still accept belated presents. The stats cannot stop at 2! Nooooo!
Friday, May 06, 2005
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Sorry la, my beloved sis.
Every night when you come back, I slept oledi. I dunno whether it's that u come back late or I'm just sleeping early.
I'm a bit broke after I went to fix da car.
I'll get ur present after I get my last month's salary.
Til then, take care!
great things comes only when one have low expectation.... this apply to occasion like your birthday!!
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