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Sunday, June 27, 2004?
oooh hiii im here agaaaain!! lols hahahha. sneak in. ehhe. well. okie. not sneak arh. not like mom give a damn tat i pack my bag or anything. (bet she hasn sign my report book yett.. mwahahha. lols tats my mom for uuuuu!! shld i b glad? or worried? i chose glad ;)

my sister is wrapping some present now.. with newspapers. layers and layers of newspapers. and thn after the 10001th layer, she will eventually wrapp it wit a proper wraping paper.

i thot her tat ;)

oh get this; i got into the room, saw her on the bed wrapping tis lil box thingie.. and as soon as she saw me she was like, "No!! no!! this is not what u think it is." and kept sayinn it wasn my present she was wrapping.

thing was, i din even sayyy anything abt presents or whatever crap she thot i thot i was thinking..

tat last few qns din make nee sense does it.

sriee called. we are planning not to bring our amaths textbook. cuz like.. thers soooo many books to brrrrrriiiiing. phy. bio. geog. emaths. -curses. so dun b surprise if u see the both of us goin round askinn ppl for amaths textbook. muahahha.

sakura callled. reminded me of something. was reminded abt it. and as soon as i got off the phone, i totally forgot what it was she reminded me of....

term 3.. less thn 3 hrs. yeh behbee yeh.

ehhe lili, my cousin who in case u forgot, is a teacher teachin this jc school, asked me, "do u happen to know a history teacher named miss khairiah or whatever..." she made a face.

oooohh i knew tat face. tat total disgusted face. cuz i was making it too. "miss khai? yeh. shes my form teacher..." i put my 'so-sian-feel-for-me' face next. lolsss.

"really? aight. don't tell her ur my cousin. cuz i hate her."

wow now tat makes the two of us. muahahhahah. how she knows miss khai, i have no idea...

anywaaaaayy!! guess whaaaat!!! ehhehe. ive got all pictures of my demon kittttieeees!!!!! yay. abt time elly sent to me heesh. thnx doll!! ehe. yeh. will most likely put them up tmr ;) check it out yehhh!!!! ehhe.

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