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    Tuesday, December 06, 2005

    Since someone thinks that my entries are all so pensive and depressing, here's something joyful for a change. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I am glad to announce that my black pen did not disappear afterall. It mysteriously ended up in my sister's pencil case. She was doing her madrasah exam this morning when she discovered that it was with her all along. How the pen travelled from my table, into her pencil case next door, saya sendiri musykil. I was ecstatic when she called me into her room and told me "kak ain! I've found your black pen. Somehow, it found its way into my pencil case." And to think that I actually purchased a blue pen the other day when I accompanied Nana to aes to buy textbooks. I have never been a blue-ink person.

    New-found glory aside, I had Amanda over in the late afternoon. That woman took over an hour to reach my place from bukit timah, which is really just sebelah hidung. We didn't do anything much. She played super collapse while I talked. She left my place around 6 for dinner at home, much to my dismay. I sent her till the bus stop and when I got back, I saw my dad dressed, so I asked him where was he off to. Turns out, he was going to the airport to fetch my cousin who won herself a bronze medal at the recent sea games. I tagged along. Believe it or not, as I sat in the car, I waited with bated breaths for the car to finally reach the airport. There's just something about going to the airport that gets me going like a 5 year-old girl. I find changi airport fascinating. Whenever we make our way to the airport, be it to catch a plane or to send a relative off, I would marvel at the control tower as though it's one of the wonders of the world. My father thinks I'm jakun - it's as if each trip is a maiden trip. hur hur.

    I'd also see myself at the ikhlas taa show this Sunday. haha. Pretty exciting because it's a first for me. Wahhh. My holidays are turning out to be quite happening which was not quite what I expected at all. This Thursday, a date with Loretta. I'm all psyched up because we're going to play pool. weeeeeeeeeeeee. It has been a while since the both of us hit the table. I've a pending date with Amanda either on Friday or next Monday. We're off to ecp to do a bit of cycling and tanning (for her). Can you imagine me on a bicycle? *guffaws* I can't cycle to save my life. So now you know that I can't even do a simple sport - cycling.

    Well, it's a good thing I've got myself occupied during this period of madness.

    Jat, if you're coming to Singapore on Christmas, gimme a call. (: Well of course, you have to ask for my number. Message me when you see me on msn.

    sisterhood of the travelling pants
    guess who
    a lot like love
    just married
    confessions of a teenage drama queen
    mean girls
    beauty shop
    prime
    bring it on 2
    perfect man
    a cinderella story
    notting hill
    uptown girls
    shall we dance
    love me if you dare

    What's next? I'm at a loss as to what movie should I rent the next time I pay video ezy a visit. This dilemma strikes me when I have too much time hanging on my hands. ohwells.

    Ohh ohhh and have I mentioned that a few nights ago, when boredom struck me at levels so great, I decided to log on to mirc? yeaaa, I actually logged on to mirc. Much to my horror, all I got were a couple of horny arseholes who relentlessly asked me questions I found to be very, very inappropriate. So... alas, I was left with only one choice and that was to get out of mirc and hit the sack. Okay, I think I've contracted logorrhea or something like that. It's best that I say goodbye for now.

    To all Liverpool fans, don't forget to watch the live telecast of liverpool vs chelsea later on. weeeeeeeee. Must watch ho-kaaaay.

    Kwinella @ 11:42 PM!