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Saturday, May 13, 2006
i'm sorry mak. i didn't mean it. really.

0900 am.
Woke up and heard that mak is going jb with my auntie. So she asked me to get her white card and passport ready. So, still in lala land, i walk to her room and get all the stuffs ready..

0930am
Mak was so in a hurry because my auntie left her house alredy. After changing uniform and wore her tudung, she grabbed 'her' passport and left the house. I was bathing that time.

1000 am
Went to infront shop to buy french bread ( aiyah, roti prancis lah). Mak cook soup tulang today. Yummy!

1015 am
Reached home and dad said i gave mak the wrong passport. Damn.

1200 pm
Mak called from Woodlands to ask me to meet her at Compasspoint.

1230 pm
Met mak at Compasspoint's banquet. We talk over teh susu and ice lemon tea.

And the story of the wrong passport goes something like this....

When they(my auntie, my mum, my mum's nephew and wife, and their 2 kids) reached the Singapore custom, the custom officer shows a passport asking for the owner. So, thinking its my nephew, my mum keep on saying he's sleeping. But after looking at the picture more up-close and personal-ly, she saw me! They were being brought to the office. The custom officer asked my mum whether everybody wants to just go back to Singapore or the rest go and my mum stays and mak chose the 2nd option.

She said she feels like an illegal immigrant.( sorry!) She was being question on why she brought the the wrong passport, how old is me, which part of johor she going and etc etc.. After taking her statement, she signed and they let her go. Poor mak. I apologise lah the moment i saw her at banquet. haiz. But its an experience. Feeling illegal immigrant. haha. Ok. Aku jahat.

End of story....

Let me talk a bit about yesterday. Yesterday went to jb by bus with my cousin and her daughter and of cos, mak. At the malaysian custom, we stand up for like 4 hours lah eh. Long storylah. But there's few ppl who faint, who act faint and horny idiots. I can feel a man's erection at my ass lah. I turned and he pretend he didn't see me. I think he don't mean it lah but haiz, of all the places. I keep on thinking in my mind, ''its his knee..''. Later, i sqeezed my way further from horny man. All the human beings yesterday was bathing in sweat man.. But it all ends well. Reached home around 7pm, feeling so damn tired..

Oh. I forgot to include clarissa's name on the list of people who's playing soccer next saturday. wee~

Oklah. Im done. Gdbye.


2:42 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!