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Saturday, February 2, 2008

saturday feb 02.

boring day. woke up and immediately housework all the way to now. clean my room, change the bedsheets. gahh. haha. but at least i know how to do housework. the guy that marries me next time will be very blissful not that i am going to be a hausfrau. bahahah!!! jk jk.

anw one more day to sunday. one more day to see my cheeko neffie. and babily jos. one more day to shopping. one more day to see my maternal grandparents. i miss them. its like ages since i saw them la. so caught up with sch and everything.

and one more day to shopping. wahoo~!

oh. i got like scolded by my mum yest cos i helped myself to one box of new year cookie x) wahaha. i tot not obvious leh. i only helped myelf to a few pieces only. ok la not a few pieces but a few rows. haha but i really tot not obvious. must be my eyes playing tricks on me. haha. den my mum came home look at the biscuits and ask why left so little. and i got reprimanded. all thanks to van la. the coconut cookies so addictive can. heh. =P



i never knew i treated you like my first one. but its no longer impt. because it never had an ending anw. until i find my next one, you will always be the first and i always hope never the last. but since things have already come to such a state. it really doesn't matter anymore right? it looks like i have always been the one who wasn't really able to let it go.