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Sunday, April 29, 2007

My bed's calling!

mom & dad organised a thanksgiving function last sunday in our house, with the help of nan & dear aunt & uncle. relatives dropped by non-stop till about eight pm. camwhored with cousins aisyah, iyesha & sofea like there's no tomorrow. got interrogated by uncle thereafter, but fret not, i think i did maintain my composure. screw conservatism and the sorts, rahh. self-revealing intimacy talk with closest paternal cousin hidayat for the first-ever time (like i'm quite shy whenever i'm with the paternal relatives, see, so). my indian (HOT) & chinese neighbours attended the function as well. etccccccccccccc. moving on, sch's fine for the week, apart from the childish dispositions of some individuals i'd had to endure, i shan't mention whom. and dan had no hockey training to attend on wed! so, it's coffee bean cum study-based rendezvous for us and, uhm, but, i couldn't mug despite the still ambience in the cafe. dan really was a hardcore camgig, zomg, and double zomg- the encounter with that relative of mine & the boy was really a close shave! phew, fortunately they weren;t destined to meet, yet (not that i want to, anyway). oh and wow, library night spelt absolute boredom! yikes, if not for cheekens (& the significant task to settle), i wouldn't even be bothered to come but rather, meet liyana instead!! gosh, i miss our bitching sessions and of course, shopping dates. gotta find time for this next week (i sense myself decaying already dfajfhjahfjkeh idk why though).

saw ex-schmates at tamp while lunching with classmate aisyah. i don't feel 'em comin at all, dudes. arrogance- look who's talking (hint: fatass). etc! -.- why didn't nas say hi to me? record-breaking: i did it first, wow

that's it.
i'm down with fucking PI now.
toodles

reminder: send alllllll the pics to dear cousin *

Diana H.
Jan 8, 1990

xo,