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Thursday, December 13

i always have so much to say.

but once i lay paws on keyboard, the stuffs i wanna talk about just fade away. some kinda keyboarding disease..? you bet.

i can breathe thru My Nose again. BEFORE christmas even come close.

coolios. i just knew i did win the battle against the mucus.

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sis and i went to tampines mall (Yeah man. far. far. FAR.) yesterday to shop. she still owed me the gift package!!! hohoho.

so. spent 30 minutes in Mango and popped out with 4 tops. used up my gift package and ended up owing me sis 9 bucks plus a movie ticket to I Am Legend.

spent maybe close to an hour or more in TOYS "R" US(WHY THE HECK are toys us in the first place i wonder). and this was where all the action unfolded........

after squishing the lives out of all the soft toys we could lay our hands on, jabbing whatever buttons we happened to see, stabbing each other with whatever weapons we could find, my sister announced:

"toys are so fun!!! next time when i have a kid im gonna buy soo many toys!"

"......."

"go watch tv!! let mummy play! " mutters she, with a big, broad smile.

well, we hear her. AND she's already 17. AND she wants an ATM machine toy for her BIRTHDAY. whoever would want that!.....................

a 15 year old hankering after toys wouldnt be that bad, for sure.

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anyway we confirmed our trip to hong kong with Chan Brothers.

the people there had black faces. black. really black. really really black. like um charcoal.

were given the silent treatment countless times.

weren't brieved on anything until we asked eh, 5 times?

and the service sucked, in my opinion.

ah wells.

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oh. i should seriously keep a dream diary. my dreams are just so... movie-like!!

and the dreamylines even had twists, murders, travelling to the past, solving mysteries......etc.

makes me wonder.

wth do i think about when im asleep....


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raahhhhhhhhh. OMG. i just found out that the bloody stalker mail i've been receiving of late actually came from my SISTER!!!!!!

JEEZ!! im so not gonna forgive her for this. oh gosh. !!! and she actually got me freaked out!! damn her. ARRGH.

what a sister. seriously. sending me stalker mail, scaring the daylight out of me all the time, adding disgusting ingredients into my food when im not looking, ordering me all the time with threats of not teaching me maths(where is the justice?!!! i cant help being unsmart!) if i refuse..................

the list goes on.

and older sisters are supposed to DOTE on their younger siblings.

*looks meaningfully at MY FOOT*