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Saturday, May 30, 2009
Yet another crazy day. Today mum went to get my report book and yadayada fetched me home and went to my brothers' school for the same reason. She took about 10 when she called me to go out again. I was munching on my second fishball and still in my uniform. we went to old airport road to eat. Bought desserts and durian puffs and crepe. We all were snatching for it. We're all super fans of durian and i kinda think it's in the blood. Ha. But for a period of time, i hated durian and the smell of it made me sick. Yes. I'm weird like that. went for my tuition. Or i thought i had tuition today. But after going there, i realised that it's next week's friday. Wow. Well don't actually matter anyway. read my book and time flew. Went to harbour front to meet b and went to heartland mall to eat. Home. Watched shows. Talked and i fell asleep. Then he too. Pig couples. Woke at 12+ and went home. Nothing much. Gave him what i've made. i'm the girly kind of girl who loves sewing stuff. Except mending clothes and putting buttons and stuff. I like making small little things. So crossstitched a hand phone pouch, hand phone key again and a newly sewed (decoration). I'll see if i can get pictures. i don't know why something so beautiful must be so painful and i wonder why it hurts me so much time and again. & somehow i think everything i miss the most seem to only live far far away in the past. It'll be impossible no matter how hard and far i reach out and it. 1 comments |
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