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Wednesday, May 30, 2007
11:37 PM

OMG IN LESS THAN 6 HOURS I'LL BE OFF TO MALAYSIA!!! :)))

ohwells actually its not much of a biggie since i've been to malaysia like 7927464 times already. no wait its more like 5343739237. ok i'm feel extrememly dready and crappy. its the stupid medicine that the doctor gave me since my stupid asthmathic cough has just decided to attack me at this time. *thanks asthma. can u pls go away, you've been here since last week and its really annoying.

i'm feeling so cranky and tired and i havent even finished packing yet. no wait i've finished. yes i've finished. actually i dont know. it seems like i've finished packing but i feel like i'd missed out something. there's this empty feeling. i'll go double check later. i cant stand it if i forget to bring something (be it important or not) and i'll spend the whole time regretting and not enjoying the trip.

cant wait to get to do some REAL SHOPPING at KL! FOS!! *notes to self: remember to buy shades for daryl and len.

len told me to just bring myself and nothing else. so as to have an excuse to buy loads of clothes in malaysia. kinda make sense though. and to think i've also chucked my Joy Luck and Macbeth and SS in my bag. cant stop thinking about my studies. that's the pathetic life of a sec 4. but i'll probably dread to do any work or be too tired shopping to even flip open those horrid stuff. oh wells we shall see. maybe those stuff can be used as entertainment sake considering that 8 HOURS car ride up to cameron highlands.

loads of cam whoring, singing, and getting high tmr in the car with the sister. so i better take a cap nap soon as to prevent having big panda eyes tmr.

dad's in my room now typing his stuff. ah he's just in my room cos he's 'borrowing' the aircon (as he claims). i better go and do th necessary last bit of before the mommy stomps out and start her screaming.

LOADS OF LOVES! i'll be back on sunday night. just in time for intensive lessons on monday. tatas~ <3

We'll walk this path together..