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Monday, November 14, 2005
a lovely day, a lovely evening =)

my mummy just taught me how to make instant coffee. so i made a cup for myself. which i regretted. cuz from my many past experiences: coffee=more energy=cannot sit still=move around too much=no concentration to study. In conclusion: coffee=less studying.

and i cooked spaghetti for myself n my mum. which i suspect, she put some sort of pills in the sauce, cuz i couldn't stop laughing, and was in a really good mood the whole night. but she thinks it's cuz i watch too much tv =D u think i chop garlic too slow, then chop them yourself la! bleh :p

listening to corrine may's cd which joseph burnt for me back then, i really think the song "fly away" is just a really lovely song bout how touching a mother's love is.

i'm gonna spend like, half of my hols with my mum! how cool is that! we're going Korea with my granma and bro. then i'll go Bintan with only my mum. my mum's the greatest fun. if she wasn't my mum, was a little younger, and enjoys the same stuff as i do, we'd be really great friend! but she spouts enough rubbish for me to enjoy her company =D

ok and i swear i didn't delete anything from the template thingy for my blog, but mayb jus -accidentally- did sth wrong, my page has this whole stupid space above. argh!

ooh! and iT has a new eye patch (cuz he lost his eye) and a funky nose ring. check it out!

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