4/11/06 : saturday

when the old newspaper-collector's truck passed by around noon time, the dogs howled as if seeing ghost. n tht's d time i knew i need to leave the bed. i suddenly craved for donuts n birthday cake. i know cake is cake but when u r eating a birthday cake with some greeting written on top, the feeling is different. i can buy a birthday cake now but i have no one to share it with... same date next year, i hope u'll blow d candle with me, happy birthday.