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Thursday, July 31, 2008 10:18 AM

Silly ziber FINALLY spilled all her heart-felt words. SILLY. though i only read it from her blog, i felt a little lump in my throat. it must have been really hard, but she chose to kept to herself. Qi and i were just talking abt it that day at work. Anyway, dear ziber, we're ZIBERS for as long as u think we would be! Haha.

Anyway, felt a little something when i read abt the opportunities proposed to her at work. I have no idea what emotions am i feeling: 可惜? Jealous? Or what. Of course I'm glad she's given that. And I could only tell myself that, it wasn't the right time for me then. I guess I didn't push myself that hard, I didn't cherish what I had back then, I didn't try as hard to work with Ray and Jen too. Maybe if I held on, the chance could be mine. Seriously I think I regretted my decision.
Stuck at this point now; helpless ):
Ok, I don't need anybody to tell me, "Aiyar, too bad lor, don't think abt it lar." It's not going to make me feel better. *Sigh. Shh.


Money No Enough 2 made me cried. Esp the scenes in hospital; the familiar scene in the ward and the sickening beeping machine reminded me of ah ma. It's been 4 months. (: Pray that ah ma is feeling good and had settled down wherever she is now.

Felt so like a little girl in baby's arms; with his smile, sayang-ing me, and saying these at my ear, "哭什么.." and wiping my tears. (: What a sweet ass.

ANTM tonight! (: