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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

already i was alreadieh tired. soooo tired dat i wished i didnt have to meet my grandmama..but aiyooooh~ sooo slowlie lah..tired tired made way to geylang. met my grandmama but oh i so do not regret going. she is soooo farnie. ahaha (dat time told u abt my mom rite, now, this is her mother) so yeah went around the joo chiat complex ah. wah..she disturbed this man ah. he was wearing gold chains. den she said "rantai boleh pinjam?" (translation: can i borrow ur chains) hahah den the guy told her ah that he got lots more. aiyooooh flirt flirt. but still hillarious. den she brought me to this shop where her CLASSMATE is working. my god. classmates. how long was that rite? he is sooo cute~ den walk walk walk *sigh* i think my body spastic alreadieh bcoz my grandmama keep holding on to my hand. i felt like a trolley. wahlau~ pain u noe..*sigh* so ya..walk walk den *GASP* "CIKGU!" omg! *Died* my malay teacher, right in front of me. shit. alreadieh i didnt go to malay class just now. den i told her lah i late. ok, i tot dat was over. budden b4 she walked out of sight, she called for me, walked to me and said "jangan lupe buat peringkasan dan dialog. besok antar. jgn tido nari." (Translation: dun forget to do ur summary and dialog. hand in tomorrow. dun sleep tonight and do it) WAAAAAHLAUUUUU~ *Sigh* den continued walking walking. yeah went to my aunty's shop la la la. HIGHLIGHT~ my grandmother searched for a card. a hari raye card. i tot she wanted a plain one or sumthing. but noOOOOoo she wanted the one with ~khas buat cucuku (Translation: especially for my grandchild) *faints* she wanna give to my cousin lah..like who da hell would make that kinda of card? which grandma would send a raye card to the grandchild~ whahaha *inside joke: cucu akuuuuu~* sighhh grandma soo cute..

sent her home. slept for a while until my mother came. they start to bitch abt how lasy i am. wahlau. den started to talk abt deaths n all. aiyooh its like..dun wanna talk abt the dead or deaths u noe..realie dun wana talk abt it. but its sad. and worst still its sad dat the only time i see my relatives are wen its hari raye or someone's death. weird rite? *change topiC*

may is still killing me with yesterdae's conversation. yes i know we have lots in common but i didnt noe that could be common too~ madness*

ok now pw presentation got problems.. ~yey~ our first problem la la la....~until next time yall~~

8:37:00 pm

Anahraf El Diab
I wish i could say that i'm unique and different but that would be a lie. from my mom, i stole her features, her attitude and 1/5 of her strength. i kinda ripped of my dad's hairstyle and that obviously isnt a choice. i think i would be a fashion disaster or a real girly girl if it werent for my brother and thank god for that. at the same time, i would have been naive and maybe a boy if it werent for my sister. hur hur. the rest of me, i picked it up somewhere along the way thru my 19 years old journey and that is what u gotta find out.


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