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Thursday, April 13, 2006
the importance of family

9th april 2006. nurhidayah. that babe, my lesbian partner, my dirrty dancing partner, the one whose voice drills into my ear and the ironically slowgoddess. happy seventeenth!




Barbecue was a mixture of extreme emotions. HAPPY and SAD. The atmosphere was just wrong. But im just glad everyone bonded during cake cutting. And i thought guys dont really care about cakes, but this time, the cake was GONE in a snap. I guess its because its ice-cream cake from swensens. Everyone was so barbaric, because the girl at swensesn forgot to give us a knife, we ended up eating the cake using spoons. extremely messy.




I missed a gorgeous sight. Apparently i was told a guy there was hotstuff in his shades and i MISSED it. Chinese guy in blue striped shirt. DARN. Wait, is he realy chinese? Heard him talking in malay and it was so smooth. hmm.




that boy and his insecurities.
family ties are important;
make him smile. <3>



ohh. i dreamt of someone. the dream was really awkward. the scene was at a hdb block where tkgians were having mass dance, huge celebration, screaming and dancing like there's no tomorrow and then i saw him. So as usual, i panicked and pretended i didnt see him. & i continued dancing. Suddenly, he and his friend approached me. I was shocked stiff.
him: hi fazzy.
me: err, hi.
(ohmygodd, he stills calls me fazzy. *freaks out*)
It was a hi-bye conversation talk. But i could the awkwardness weighing on me. Second dream of him. Blearghh.



im so broke. no money. i spent a weeks allowance in one day. BUMMER. All because i went shopping with mal. Oh, i saw a red FERRARI and a black LAMBORGHINI. That made my day((:





7 days to orientation. super nervous. paranoid.