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Tuesday, November 13, 2007

mum: so have u had breakfast or lunch yet?
me: i don't think u wanna know but i'm gonna tell you anyway. i went out for pancakes at chip bee. hehe
mum: ok i didn't hear that.
me: that's good then i won't repeat.

i always tell my mum i tot my bro and i were lucky to have uber cool parents. was in a corner of i hub giggling away on the fone with my mum helping me draft out the stupid appeal letter for parking offence that's gonna cost me 3 demerit points and $120 -_- we couldn't stop giggling at how lame/drama my appeal was. hehe

i finally got my arse out after 2 days of isolation in my cosy little room. no dun get me wrong i actually am contented with my little room surprisingly! and it felt so damn good to have the heat of the sun on your skin. i was so determined that i was a sun-over-snow person. i hate the cold and i tink i will miss the sun but i don't like to sweat such an irony so kill me.

me: so who are u gonna bring here next time u come?
cinderellu: hmmmm how come must bring pple here?
me: well because u like the food and u plan to come here again rite so bring the pple u love to share good food and be happy?
cinderellu: oh then i'll bring sh and sab of course =)

babyyyyyyyy tan i know we're uber busy now. i got 1 paper this week, 5 papers next week. you got 3 project deadlines this week *gasps* let's hang out after exams until u get sick of me ok!

now i'm planning wat to do when my last paper ends.
Martini with the babes.
Crabs w mum/boon.
Swim. some 'me' time.
paper ends at 4.30pm. dang. i guess i'll painfully decide which one to give up then.

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