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Thursday, May 17, 2007
Why keep it all in


She knew it was an awful feeling. One that got to her, bad. It was a long journey but through it all she managed to contain her tears, cos if she didn't, thing would turn from bad to worse.

Met my darling in town and we headed to find our 'equipment' for our little surprise on Dinner and Dance this Sat at Grand Copthorne. I can't wait for tmr cos darling's coming over(: I had a superb night with her. And thanks for cheering me up.

Now I'm fine like always, smiling very widely, it was just a half an hour talk but it seemed like the best 30 minutes I could ever ask for. My day was bad but you made up for it(: Thank you.

Jieping is a happy girl!:D


♥