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Thursday, May 29, 2008 @ 9:13 PM

WOOTS!
okay.
in 2 more hours time, i'll be off to malaysia.
FINALLY.
i can't wait=)))
get to see cutie-lil roti again<333
WOOTS.
ZOMG ROTI'S SO CUTE<33333
but i'm sure he's grown a lot taller by now.
rottweilers grow real fast=(
so yeah.
excited=)))
so yeah.
i'll be back by monday, for people who miss me loadss=)))
ok.
that was so zilian, like as though anyone would even know i was gone=(
yeah.
had tuition with mabu just now=)
i was YAWNING THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE MATHS!!
but at least i got red ticks instead of red crosses on my paper, which is good=)
an improvement.
ok, giving myself a pat on my back=)
yawning why?
not cuz maths too boring, but cuz weather so lazy and i awoke this morning 1/4 awake, how does anyone expect me to stay awake??
lol.
now i'm whole and fully awake, and feeling good.
*sigh
i'm feeling so troubled.
and confused.
so aniwaes, had fun in escape yesterday<3333
had the hell fun in my life=))))
yeah.
lin rui, thanks for organising a successful event.
but you seriously didn't have to pay for the leftover cake, darling.
serious.
you were so kind to have brought it home!!!
must have took up space in your refrigerator=(
but lin rui, i have to say this.
YOU ARE SO SWEET<333
yeah.
i only have one goal with me before i leave my granny's house on monday morning.
I MUST LEARN HOW TO RIDE A BIKE.
NOT A BICYCLE, DUH!!, BUT A MOTORBIKE.
my cousins aged 9,10,11,12 ALREADY NOES HOW TO RIDE IT!
I'M THE ELDEST THERE, YOU KNOW.
AND I DUNNO HOW TO RIDE A MOTORBIKE!!
THAT'S SO PAISEH.
ARGH.
so yeah.
and coz my granny's house is in sort of like a kampong or village whatnot, i don't need a license to ride a motorbike.
we just do it sort of "illegally", but hey, dozens of people does that too!
so yeah.
we just ride the motor in the counrtyside//village//kampong, ride through the rugged terrains of the pretty hills, waking up in the morning to the freezing air and the beautiful sunrising horizon.
in the afternoon, all is blazing hot. the soft mud ground cakes up, and we sit waiting for the ice-cream man to make the daily rounds.
all we needed to hear was the beeping of the motor or my cousins' hollering, and i knew it. the ICE-CREAM MAN IS HERE.
biting into the delicious-ly frozen ice sticks, we lean on one another's backs on the sandpit.
there on the sand, the dogs join in the fun.
they roll around in the sand, and we play with them. we let them lick up the remains of the then-already-melting ice-cream and we go play. HEAVEN.
i could only use one word to describe the above: FREEDOM.
the above, if it was so 'well-written' you thought it was from a fairy tale, thanks.
but i was merely describing the lazy days in the countryside, away from the urban life.
ok, not so away.
only takes a mintue or two for the motor to reach the urbanised port dickson=)
ok, i'll stop.
i hear eyelids drooping and see complaints=))))
I LOVE YOU GUYS=)