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Wednesday, February 18, 2009, 12:52 AM
I'm off tomorrow, hence I'm hugging onto laptop now, despite the late night and tiring day I had.Just now went work as usual, tried another Japanese restaruant, Sushi Don at Funan Digital Mall, I think still ok lar, food still acceptable. Then did a little of shopping. Sis bought a white dress and a brown tube top to go along, as it's too low cut. Nice luhs that dress, of cos lar(!) I choose de lehs. Then I bargain with Mum, initially she agreed to sponser me make specs if not too ex. But end up I requested for sports shoe instead. And yes, she agreed to the new Terms & Condition. So, I bought an Adidas track shoes, Pink / Grey. I love it.
Came home, got change and off we went to Bishan Park. I was so determine to jog, however, stamina dropped to basement level B100 I think. Really bad, haven't been jogging like for maybe 2.5years(?). Jog abit, then here jam there jam, my body cock up already. So end up walking, brisk walk. Leg also pain, maybe still getting use to new shoes. But got perspire lar, not as much still have. Enjoyed.
Went to bathe, come out, felt hungry lehs. But I not suppose to eat, I need to lose weight. So ah-ha! I found pomelo on my dining table. Took it, peel it, ate it. Sis joined me. And both of us ate 1/2 of a medium sized pomelo at 12 mid-night! But I'm still hungry, I'm controlling not to eat.
You made me lose so much confidence each time an incident come along. But what is it that's making me hold on? Nothing. Holding on doesn't gain me any thing, in fact, it simply drench my confidence away. I'm starting to feel tired, drenched, I don't know what other adjectives I can use. It's difficult to hold on, and starting to doubt my feelings for you.
I just know:
I'm not the one you're looking for.
I'm not the one for you.
I'm not fit to be with you.
I'm not good enough for you.
I'm too ugly for you.
I'm too fat for you.
I just ain't the one. If I were the one, it would happened long ago.