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Thursday, January 25, 2007
updated @ 10:40 PM

i can assure you that i'll have little junior abs if everyday were today.

heart-2-heart session.
a way to thrash all out whatever's inside.
sharing problems, advices, letting the cat out of the bag and whathaveyou.
made me reminisced bck the ol' sec sch dayz.
where this activity is almost a routine.
at our favourite MacDonald @ Limbang.
*oohh...im craving for Big Breakfast seh*

where school dating days came to play.
where we gurlz in a big group bck then had our lunch, camwhoring, revision, tidbits, gossiping.
where our discipline master patrolled the area to check for BGR or bad behaviour.
where we had our donuts after our weekly 2.4km run.
where disputes occured between all of us. hothothot.

if i have one wish now, i wana go bck to that time.
i want my folkdance nite now.
hold hand! hold hand!
its the most happening. and love rekindled.
boyfriend love. bestfriend love. classmates love. teachers love.
in my dreamy fantasy sephia mode now.

and to think i was mistaken for an Art student.
whats not with that A3 size transparent file with art stuffs.
i feel young out of sudden.

brunch + stories + laughs + colouring + card making session + cuci mata
+ iwanttomarryadatuk + jalan kenkang after business + paiseh moments + teasing yaya moments
and lots of laughs, from criticising and gossiping abt any people we saw.
yaya. me. yani. whats new rite?
that an aunty almost ly flat on my thighs in the mrt.
and an uncle was so shiok combing his moustache.

im glad for you yani. efforts paid off, for now at least.
time and fate do play a part.
endless efforts and strong love overcome it all one day,
with His blessing.

and iloveyou Babyku.
big breakfast tml? =p


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