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Friday, January 19, 2007, 6:58 pm
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HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY TO MRS CESSALINE ONG!

ha ha.

I think I'm boring. I try to construct sentences in standard English, and try my best to avoid any grammatical, punctuation or spelling errors. See. I just conducted an English lesson. Not only I think I'm boring, but i feel that my command of english and malay is degrading! Often I feel that I'm not malay enough and belong more to the chinese side. Heh. That's why I've decided to enrol in a mandarin class soon! I can't take it whenever chinese people approach me and ask me questions in mandarin cos I can't answer them and the chinese people often left me a puzzled look! Also, when the malays approach me and ask me questions in english, i reply them in malay and they too, gave me a puzzled look! heh heh. why you might ask? cos i inherited my mom's chinese looks and i speak malay; a chinese looking girl that speaks malay not mandarin. ha ha.

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Today is a beautiful day. (or at least I made myself to believe that) Today, like any other day, I woke up with a smile on my face; smile and be positively focus in every aspects of life. But when I reminisce the old good times that I had once been bestowed upon, tears started streaming down my cheeks. I miss all the good times I had with my friends, laughed till our tummy ached, midnight conference calls to ensure ourselves that we're not alone, outings to Haji Lane cafes to just chill whenever we're stressed up, cam whoring with lovable buddies, cuddly hugs and frank talks at clarke quay or esplanade, or having my friends to shut me up whenever I sing.

When you thought that no one in this world cares because all your friends seem to have dissipated, but actually, there are people who do. You just got to look for them in the right holes. Last night conference call with my two awesome buddies, Crystal and kweecheng was great. Its been a long time since we last hogged over the phone for hours. Hearing their voices was a blessed comfort compared to this pertubing restless mind of mine. Once we put down the phone, my mind was finally at ease.

Although I wished I could rewind back the time and be contented with things the way they once were, deep down beneath the surface, I knew I couldn't because this is the reality I'm living in. However, I'll give my friends my assurance - to be there when the disastrous storm strikes. Because, that's the least thing a friend can do.
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skafest..oh skafest.

skafest on 3rd feb. and on 3rd feb, i got my niece's cukur jambul event held by my eldest brother. and also on 3rd feb, it's my nephew's (akmal zikry!!) and my older sister's (kak oked!) birthday.

oh me oh my..perhaps i'm cursed? =X

fuck everything la k! fuck and screw everything up! knsnbcb.

to my friends - always be there for your friends when they forget themselves.