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2.10.08
first day.

daddy missed prayers. he claimed hes alarm didnt ring. ivent seen brother yet. i cant wait for this sat to come. i cant wait to see him. i miss him so much. its been ubber long since i last saw him. hes really cool because hes only 14 and hes not staying with us. and i miss him like fuck. we said our sorries. when it came to mum, i couldnt get serious i wanted to laugh and we end up bursting out in laughter! all i said to her was, 'hey mum, lets get serious. all i want to say is thanks for being my best friend like you do always.' and i hugged the crap out of her.

first house, neneks'. i kissed the crap out of granny. shes sick. but shes a hell of a fighter. and shes my other faithful bestie who wouldnt cheat on me.

the next house was nenek house on dad's side. jam pack like mad. always the popular hse forever. im a freaking aunty of 5 adorable younglings. omg! 5?!! where have i been?! god damn, kak long and abg azrin popping babies like mad or what! adrian is damn cute! aaargh i feel like bringing him home!! apologizing session smudge my neatly done make up. karaoked in the car like tuneless retards. and thats why im stuck on this bloody blog song of mine. it was never ending rendang, lontong, and ayam masak merah. i felt fat by the end of the day. but who fucking cares! i was happy. drunked on kueh. i was in slippers right after granny's hse. and the buckle on my skirt was on the verge of popping open by the end of the day. but i dont fucking care if i was fat or smelly. i just didnt want the day to end. i loved yest. :))) hahahaha! and no i wouldnt put up any picture for nuts.

maybe its just best if he was kept secret. because i havent got the guts to say i love you.