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Sunday, March 25, 2007
raining.

hello.

30 mins ago, the uncle and i just reached home from religious class. it was raining heavily and we're not wearing rain coats. cool huh. my uncle's the greatest lah. he said that he's lazy to search for the rain coats in his box. so we endure the rain all the way from woodlands to hougang. and im so damn cold. and my shirt and jeans is fully wet. and i feel like im being transformed from an angel to an ice-cube. ok, i knw im very mcm paham but just pretend that u understand la. and if im goin for prac tmr, mother must help me sew my pants. poor me. and im starting to sneeze.

and so today i guess is my sleeping day. woke up ard 9 plus. watch tv with the mother while eating mother's own made epok2. then went to ntuc and market. reached home, mum is getting ready to leave the hse to go geylang cc for some course or smthing like that. then i had a 1 hr nap.

woke up, had lunch then get ready to go delifrance with nat and her bro. we thought there's job vacancy but then there's none. sadded, we leave the place, walked home. ok, nat and her bro goin to their aunt's hse which is few blocks away frm me.

and damn it, i missed prison break again.

okla. will sleep once ton and i come to a conclusion abt tmr.

so, gdbye.


12:33 AM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!