<body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/21981355?origin\x3dhttp://siti-fatimah.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>







Saturday, July 28, 2007
very scared. =/

hello.

these are some pictures. err, i think some is taken like 1 mth ago? haha. this shows that im an extremely busy woman. hohoho


thats madame rubiah and me at marina bay. we're patriotic people.


these are chickens. but i think i will die wearing the costume.

cool huh. there's so many laser in this years NDP.

swimming. yay!


2 girls deprived of childhood.

picnic. yay!

the latest $20 note.


the back view.


okay, this picture speaks a thousand words. this is handwritten by the one and only madame rubiah. she received a call to come for a wedding this sunday. her friend didnt have time to pass her the card, so she just called and give her the address and the directions to her house.

so 206E is the block number. 27 is the bus number. and the pictures, thats actually a map. err, according to my mum, only she will understand how to read the map. she say that the bus will go straight, then turn right, and i think the bus will meet a Y-junction. and i only know round-a-bout, but i didnt know square-a-bout exists. i think my mum is very cute.

my dad is even cuter. someone's stomache has got too many acid. just imagine, a doctor telling a paranoia not to eat his favourite fruits. i think that is when the pigs will start flying. and this morning, the parents and i went to bank. and after he donated to the school kids, he paste the sticker on his pocket. and later, after he got home and im going to the market, he forced me to paste the sticker on my shirt so that no one will ask me for donation. and when i refuse, he started nagging. he's very funny.

and people, congratulate me cos i flag for the bus last friday.

and congrats to you. but im super-duper scared. =/ =/ =/ =/ =/ =/ =/

okay goodbye.


9:13 PM Friends are like roses... you have to look out for the pricks!