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Friday, February 23, 2007

wake up at 9am. it's lyk OMG!~ im gonna be late in meetin' them. rush by packin' my stuff. wore any outfit that suits me. rush to the busstop n msg hansen informin' him dat i'll be late. in e mrt, reachin' amk, call hansen n decide to meet him n aisha. reach early b4 them so went to cheers to grab a bite. so damn hungryy. walk thru amk hub n yea, kind of lost in space tryin' to figure out our way to amk library. by e tym reach lib, its wad hot n sweaty. look for ct, there she sat quietly, eatin' her cheesecake n hot chocs. study HP Q2... its lyk ages ago n now im studyin' it again. while studyin' here's the pix:

we ate lunch at sumo-house, japanese restaurant which i nvr thought i wld be eatin' it. quite nice...

this is the menu

this is wad aisha ate.... mee udon if im not wrong

aisha is enjoyin' her food

ct ate this. teriyaki chix set, wif this "expired" soup base

ct wif her food

this is mine. its the japanese fried rice. totally forgot the dish name

hansen ate this... same wif mine but w/o e set

the "expired" soup

after our lunch, aisha still can eat ice-cream. well, guess dat's e dessert for her

after playin' e playground, we headed to the nearest Mcdonalds n sat there for 'tea-tym'. dat is where everything was unfolds... cant believe wad i hv heard jz nw. to think i've done an innocent party for almoz 2 yrs. thought bezfren could be trusted but.... sucks. y do she hav to lie to me? wad does she gained? arGghHh..... damn la. y am i so blinded by her "tricks"? she lied to me, she USED me, n.. now she's hurting me one by one... slowly n patiencely. wad was dat for?? i tot she trust me? i tot she need me lyk wad she alwaz declared. does she ever need me? why am i was so good to her in e 1st place? she doesn't even worth to be treated lyk a princess. where is my frenship for her? vanished in e air? n e gifts i bought? fuck!~ "i treasure all e things u've given me. cant bear to giv these all away. i need u, lyk u need me, but giv me tym to heal from these wounds..." tym? tym for u to "kill" me, am i right? im stupid all these while... am i right? to think these tears flowing down e cheeks for nothing. damn nothing!~ how could u do this to me? why? why am i e victim? i treat u lyk a princess, no one ever get that treat from me. but... how could u? my thoughts towards u changed. totally changed, shikin!~ i hate u. i dun believe u could do this to me. how do i offended u? do i ever offended u? thanks so much... so much that i deserves this....







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