DATE: 22 July 2006 (saturday)
VENUE: Orchard Atrium (Plaza Singapura)
Time: 3 Onwards.

PLEASE PLEASE COME to support our dear Ammjays and for her sake too. And if you come and you see her, come up to her and say, "HELLO MEIJUAN" and you will receive a big hug from her as a complimentary gift cos you came down all the way from home just to meet this sexy bitch. Like she said, no hello meijuan no hug.

Ahem ahem by the way I'll be there too, like OBVIOUSLY.

But if you see me please come up to me and say, "HELLO MARIA", and not only you will receive a big hug from me but also AHEM AHEM I will KISS YOU so you better come and say hello to me.

HAHAHHAHAHHAA AMMJAYS DAHLAH DON'T CRY LAH. hehs.

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It is such a boring afternoon.

Sis went off as early as 5 am for the one-day trip to Batam with her colleagues.
Whereas the rest of the family just went off to Johor.

AND I'M ALONE AT HOME.

But the happy news is, the knight in shining armour will come and rescue me from this Valley Of Boredom in the evening, after his soccer match. Around like, 6 to 7 pm!? THAT WILL BE LIKE, in 4 hours time!

Somebody please tell me what I am going to do to kill the time. Hero Bacin is sleeping now (recharging his energy for the soccer match later lah tu) and I'm like, so bored. I'm like going to die of boredom really soon even though it is physiologically impossible for a human to die of boredom or embarassment. But maybe this time I will prove science wrong. AH AS IF.

I'm talking crap la cos I haven't been sleeping so much lately and I've been eating food that contain 748532575205432573204864352 calories for every minute of my life.

The room is dark cos I overlapped sis' blanket over the curtain (too soon I know) and I fear if Mom or Dad will think that I'm into some black metal thingy that transforms me into a goth cos apparently Mom found out about the cuffs and she observed that I no longer used those colourful eyeshadows for my eye makeups but instead I degrade to a black eyeliner which I use to draw thick lines around my eyes, above eyelids lah, below the eyes la, in return, resembled a goth/punkrock and she started giving me the unnecessary 2-hour lecture about Islam and how they forbid these Satanic-worshipping thingy. But if only she knew that I DIDN'T EVEN GET MYSELF INVOLVED IN THIS BLACK/WHITE/BLUE/PURPLE METAL or plastic shit or whatsoever la. I don't know which is weirder, my sudden transform or Mom who suddenly took particular about me.

Oh that aside, I can't believe that somebody called me a player. Now what is wrong with everybody!?

Sheeeeshie. I'm going to drown my temporary sorrows into a book. Toods.


Take me to a land where it's only you and me.