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Sunday, January 17, 2010
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I love my new blog look. Its somehow, retro-ish. My credit goes out to, Thinesh Bathmala. I finally went out of the house today. It felt ages since I was out, somewhere. Je suis un tel. I slept at 11, on a Saturday night when everyone is out having fun with their friends and family. But whatever, I still had a good sleep. My sister has bowling class at Tropicana, so my parents and I dropped her off there and we went to Bangsar since my mom wanted to do threading. I followed her, and did threading too. Its so painful, and I was basically going "ouch, ouch, ouch" the entire time. People was giving me their bitchy look. Then we walked to Bangsar Village and went to H5. The shop which has my baby in it! The gold mesh nooka is right there, waiting for me to buy it. I wonder when I'll get it.

It was already 1 by then, bought my sister a new bowling ball, and went to Wondermilk for lunch. I think I saw Maria's cousins there. I had wedges with some dip. Damn, it was good. My sister had tuna melt, so did my dad and mom. I begged my dad to get me a lomo, but he won't. Total bummer, but he probably will get me one when he's in Singapore. Its four fifty in the evening, and Im home. Its Monday tomorrow. Shoot me, please. I have homeworks that need to be done and I don't even feel like taking out my pencil case. I don't know why, but Im craving for banana fritters. Affan's acting like an ass. He's just testing my patience.