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    Thursday, June 01, 2006

    Well, whaddya know? My Thursday turned out to be swell and in fact, better than my Wednesday. woooohoooo. For once, I woke up before 1. Showered, got ready and left the house before it was even dzuhur. The initial plan was to drop my mum and irah off at the HPB for irah's check up and then Dad would drop me off at terminal 2 while I wait for him. I ended up tagging along to HPB. I sat at the registration counter with Michael Moore's Dude, Where's My Country? in my hands thinking, dang, my hopes of lounging at the airport's starbucks with a couple of good reads are dashed.

    So after they were done with the check up, we took a train to the airport and had a quick lunch. We all thought that by the time we were done, the meeting at STC would be over. But Dad sms-ed anyway and told us to hang around a while more. I was bored stiff but not when I saw TimesNewsLink. aaaaaaaaah, how elated I was when I discovered an array of books on display. Even better, all the books that I've been dying to buy were right before my eyes. Well, almost all. I bought not one, not two, but three! And I'm currently on Mitch Albom's the five people you meet in heaven. This is sweetness. But it would be sweeter still if I were to wait for my dad to come back so that I could at least enjoy a 10-20% discount with his airport pass. hehhh.

    syukur Alhamdulillah.

    p.s: Sha, I noticed that most of the photos which I'm in actually involved me and my phone. Perhaps I was the one who had a tupperware party? hur hur hur.

    Kwinella @ 11:41 PM!