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Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Yesterday went to cikgu zaleha's house at potong pasir, a teacher at my sec sch who i have not met for 2 years. Hee. She kept saying i'm tall.. Tank u. Can see that she's aging. She's counted healthy at the age of 68. She still releaving at my sec sch.

After the visit, ana, reshma n me headed to dhoby ghaut, we end up hanging out at Mc and i thought i saw hafeez and najiha and PS... hee..

Got a weird experience while waiting for ana at AMK control station. A stranger who is working at the station(know tt thru the lanyard and jacket)approach me and ask some my particulars... Muahaha... The stranger start off with friendly talk,asking am i waiting for a fren then go on asking my sch, sec sch, age, where i lived... Funny... self interpretation guys...

I'm dissapointed by the reaction. Its not praises that i want, its the reaction tt shows u care and happy for me that is important but why dun i feel its presence. Mayb u know that your reaction is hurting me and u just don't care or you are just into urself and forget that others like me who seemed to be 4eva cheerful got feelings too... I am a sensitive creature...
Dissapointment in silence.

Citygal outz...

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