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Sunday, December 03, 2006
i love my one and only mother.

hello.

firstly, HAPPY 20TH BDAY TO FOO SUAN YANG. take more pics okie.

went to ps just nw. it was a last minute plan. thanks js for the company. :)

supposedly went out with my sunshines and suan but cancel due to some problems. its, i think the third time we plan but have to cancel. haha. but there will be another date. very soon.

had 2 funny conversations with mak today. firstly was after i came back frm the market to buy sengkuang, cucumber, pineapple and chilli. mak cooked rojak today. yummy! the conversation goes something like this:

mak: the sengkuang is you choose or the uncle choose for you?

me: oh, i choose myself. why eh..? i choose wisely is it? (thinking that its a compliment that she asked).

mak: oh yes. very nice. like your pimple-face.

yeah. i think that she's trying to be funny. and another conversation simply shows that mother's are hard to please.

after i went to ps, i reached home damn early. earlier than usual cos i reached home at 10pm sharp. the latest that i normally reached home is close to 1. mak warned me not to come home late, as usual. so the conversation goes something like this:

me: (once i beri salam, i went to my parent's room) hello everybody! im home! its only 10 ok.

mak: oh god. i feel like going to the graveyard now (metaphorically speaking lah) . you're back so early. how come you're back??

me: ??? (she's asking a qn that i couldn't asnwer.)


and sometimes, no, most of the times, you seriously dun understand mothers..

and few minutes ago, before she went to lala land, she scolded me for not washing my pimple-face. and she added that how am i going to be a stewardess with my pimple-face. can u see that??? she actually allowed me to become one. woohoo!! no matter what, she's still the best and i love her sooo much. :)

these are some pics frm huda's bro wedding. thanks su and huda for the pics. :)

me in purple baju kurung.
us.
me with the shy mairah.
(k, i duno how to spell her name)
tired la.
us with little raihan.
oklah. tats all.
tata.


11:07 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!