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Saturday, August 13, 2005

mum's sleeping. sis's studying. dad's out. i'm bored.

i have a weird family. had breakfast at billy bombers. breakfast. not lunch. *grinz* had cheesy steak. okayy. i'm weird too. fancy eating steak at like 11.00am. haaz. weird. then, shopped around and blah blah. let's MOVE ON.

dad's angry. mind you. not because of me okayys. *winks* because of billy bombers. long story. lazy to type out. *sticks out tongue*

having dinner with jos and ppl later. i promised them and guess what? i havent asked my parents if i could go. clever me. making empty promises. i'm really so clever. and at the same time, so dead. pray hard that mum would allow me to go. amen.

i think the sec three councilors are very bonded. *smiles* we hang out like almost everytime.
take note. jos and ppl = council family = sec three councillors. cool huh?? *nods head vigorously*

kz. i'm tired now. i need my bed. =)

chaoz.


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