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Tuesday, February 17, 2004

well i was done with the intro bit last week. waited the entire week and a few days for my sup's reply of when i can see him to discuss. i just got his reply today. and now i'm feeling a little nervous. i shouted out to God to empower this puny brain, ego and ass to survive the G session. will definately keep you updated with the "juicy" details.

anyway moving on. i have resolved to eat a breakfast meal every morning. i do have the bad habit of skipping breakfast. well, aren't there too many things to do when you wake up? Being at the peak of my brain/spirit power, it'll be such a waste to squander precious time on preparing and eating breakfast right? well, i know that there is only one thing to do if i want to get everything done. wake up E@rLier.

while i was showering today, i suddenly thought of what rings my babes and i were going to have. i confess that the thought of a tiffany ring for him made me depressed. i used to expect one too but knowing how impractical it is and basically a ring is like getting an angbao anyway, all symbols of something... it doesn't matter if it has to be extremely fancy. well i've since made the adjustment but my dahling wants his bling bling to be stamped with tiffany.. what can i do? I've known my dahling to be someone after the finer things in life. i think that's nothing wrong provided we have the money for it.

i will get him a tiffany if the costs can be balanced out. it doesn't hurt just to spend more on someone you love. if we can give the best to God, then surely we can give our best to the one we love.

but i'm still hoping and crossing fingers that he will change his mind. :P hehe. maybe he'll get me a nice T-bling bling too. hehe.

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