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Thursday, September 21, 2006
hmm..

which is better?
1- ur mum makes a wild guess that you went shisha-ing or
2-ur dad saw a pic of you shisha-ing?

hmm..

in the morning, while plucking, or is it peeling, the taugeh, mak suddenly sat beside me and asked the reason i came home late. (i came home 12 plus.) i explained lah evrything about waiting for some guys who came late bla bla bla.. out of the blue, she said she have a feeling i went arab street, shisha-ing and asked me whether i tried. i just smiled and she starts nagging that now i tried shisha, next i will try smoking lah etc etc.. hmm..

in the evening, this darling computer of mine was super lagging and i was browsing haz's blog to see the slide that she'd done. its very nice. the best part is when the picture of me shisha-ing came, my dad was standing just beside me. and darling comp starts to hang at that particular picture. ya tuhan. i was so scared to even looked at my dad's face. he was staring at the screen la eh. but thanks to my relative who came by. he stared at the picture and walked away talking to my relative. haiz..

little baby irfan. miss him loads.


all of us looking cosy at ambrosia.


since nat is not in the pic above.

oklah.

bye.


1:25 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!