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I love flowers. I love spontaneity, and pleasant surprises. I'm dainty and ambitious; really. I nurse others. There's more than meets the eye when it comes to me.

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N A D I A H
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ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Tuesday, December 25, 2007 5:58 pm
Merry Christmas.



First of all, I'm well. I'm mending. Even though I dreamt about him last night, I'm fine.

And Merry Christmas to all Christians out there!

Today, my grandmother, my mom and her two sisters and one of the sister's husband and I went to Malaysia to attend my mom's cousin's wedding. Hmm. Well, what I know is that my wedding will not be like that.

Anyway, I felt pretty in my elegant dress and almost 4-inch (10cm) heels. But of course, that didn't stop me from walking barefooted around the shopping mall, a detour before we head back home to Singapore. The balls of my feet hurt. Thus, the pair of heels in my hand while my feet meets the cold, dry floor of the mall. I don't think it was very noticeable since I had on a long evening gown.

I ate a lot today. Roti prata in the morning, rice and stuff at the wedding and pasta plus plus at Kenny Rogers. And drinks. Iced mocha shake, some yellow coloured drink, plain water, 'winter' drink and ice cream. Oh, fruits, too.

Then we bought some Dunkin' Donuts or whatever it's called. Well, I'm not a huge fan of donuts. So I'm really like, whatever.

Have you ever wondered what it feels like being stopped by an immigration officer? You know. After your bag passes through the X-ray machine and a fellow officer still comes to ransack your bag? Half of my wonder is gone today. Half, because it wasn't me that got caught. Not that I will ever be caught for anything. I'm an obedient citizen. I follow laws. Well. I do jay-walk. Only when I'm really lazy and I know the road's safe. Otherwise, I'll hesitate so much that I end up walking to the pedestrian crossing, anyway. Either that or I'll run across the road even though the next car is like a few blocks away. Ask some of my friends. They know. Anyway, I'm never going to bring in chewing gums ever again. Not that I have. Usually it's some relative of mine that buys them. I'm not that into chewing gums either. It's not like your jaw hasn't enough exercise already, eating and talking every day.

To foreigners, I'm a Singaporean. I live in Singapore. There's a law about bringing in chewing gums into Singapore. Just, you know, FYI.

Oh, Ais. I went there via this causeway and immigration check-point that we also took when we went to Taman Negara. Suddenly I miss those times! I miss the rooms, I miss splashing water at the rivers, oh, and I miss scaring Sa'ab and co.! I miss the Dayaks! Wait, are they dayaks? Hahah I'm not sure. Tribal people? Ok. Maybe I don't miss them that much.

Ta, people!

PS Wilson's sweet.