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Thursday, March 20, 2008

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ruby red.
pretty.
gorgeous.

i ask.
how to not love strawberries?

i just had 4 and they were.
simply heaven.

but totally not enough. hahaha. good things are never enough.

I WANT MORE!

but my conscience tells me that if i dont leave some for my sis, im just being a selfish lil' girl.

so ya.
im not selfish im damn nice damn sweet damn lovely. thank you. :) hahaha k overboard alr. so thick skin but nvm, bear with it a lil' while la k. :)

the next time i ntuc again, it'll be two boxes instead of one.
:)

my love for strawberries. you know...
can be seen from my erms. very laugh-able email add.

moving on to the killermurdererorwhateveritis maths paper.

damn sad.
so much for practising maths during the hols. spending most of the time practise practise and practise even more.

in the end, i left the exam venue with minimal confidence.

:(
:(
:(

SIGH.
its demoralising, very.

but nvm. its over. i choose to believe theres some hope for me in maths.
i'll try. again. and again. until the end of A's.

can one. can one.

k away from that.

now, i wont die cos of using those plastic mineral bottles alr.
hahaha. liz's constant reminder of me going to die whenever she sees me whipping out my plastic mineral bottle caused me to think twice about what she says.

and according to my mother, everytime you hit/drop/squish the plastic mineral bottle, poison comes out. hahaha.

so i decided to not save the money and just get a proper bottle.
my life more impt.


to those who are still using those plastic mineral bottles to store your water, pls dont.
go get a bottle.
no money, save money.
every day save 1 buck and within a week, your life is saved. ;)

hahahah. k i sound damn exaggerating.
but better be safe than never u know.

:)


ANYWAYS,
i was told.

i wont get breast cancer so easily cos i laugh alot. i know u dont see the link cos i dont too.
but then, nvm.

main thing is, next time when you feel like laughing, dont tahan.
the more you tahan, the higher the likelihood of getting breast cancer.

so, laugh more.
PLUS, it helps to burn calories too!!

:)

to end, im glad i have a sister.

and, smart boy. congrats on your 4As! steady ah. i cant help but to say that WHY YOU SO BIAN TAI?!?! how on earth did u get GPA 4 upon 4?!?! omg. still, im really glad for you. AND, i hold you to your words, yes you should give me a treat. :)


till next time,
take care and stay sweet!

:)


-LL


10:35 PM