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Saturday, February 28, 2009

T3 popeye
woke up cos of some dong dong qiang downstairs...
its actually ah heng uncle's father-in-law's funeral...
sending for cremation today..
they were playing theresa teng's song at 7am...
make me feel damn sad so early in the morning...

so i got out of bed feeling all sad and hungry...
made instant oats and ate on the sofa...
then my mum woke up,
ask me to move table from my sister room back to my room..
by then dust was flying everywhere le,
so i had to vacuum the place again...
and so laundry some more...
wah lao...
the sad life of mine if i stay at home...

then was messaging bestfriend about lunch...
met him at parkway at about 1230..
shopped abit then went off to Terminal3 for lunch
since i din have anything i wanna eat at PW..
wanted soupspoon at first..
but since he hasn't tried POPEYE so we had that...
long queue sia...
always thought T3 was like quiet and all but nooo
lunch time seems scarily crowded...
bestfriend blushed when i mentioned somebody...
hor?
wakakakakaka
:D


walked around abit after lunch...
super bloated...
wanted to go tcc but nv bring book and jacket so went back early...
then it rained the moment i got home...
heng sia...
slept till about 6...
got woken up by my dad...
go damn irritated...
cannot talk softly one leh...

woke up and saw mails on my table...
one was from UOB..
the other was from navy..
it read:"THE NAVY SURVIVAL KIT"
i thought they send me some map or some foodstuff sia...
it turned out to be slippers, sun block, postcards...
wah lao...
like asking me to go beach and suntan...
talking about suntan,
i shall go suntan tml morning if the weather permits...
hee...

and so i'm gonna stay home and be a good kid today...
*puts halo over my head*

~ { Saturday, February 28, 2009 }
reflections of you and me;