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Sunday, October 16, 2005

my mom decided to start her cleaning a little bit earlie this year. for the benefit of those who do not know my mom well or have not visited my place, FYI, my mom is a huge collector. not of one particular thing. she collected a lot of stuff. some cool stuff like money (both coins and notes), stamps (which were actually passed down from my grandfather aka my father's dad, e diab man), perfumes and much much more. but she also has weird stuff. just today, i stumbled upon what i can call the weirdest and freakiest thing in this house (ok not reallY). she was cleaning her kitchen cabinet display and i found, a ash pot. u noe those pot that u keep ashes in. yerps. thankfully, there werent any in it. PHEWWW~ but the thought of having it just..... *hums the undertaker's theme song*

ok ppl my sister is banning me from the comp. bleagh. "its for ur own good" ok actually she didnt say that..but i can imagine her saying that. ho ho ho.

10:01:00 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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