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A Note

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
200788
ngee ann poly
school of health sciences
Children's Emergency, KKWCH

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Friday, April 04, 2008 11:57 pm
At my Crib.



I'm single. I'm NOT supposed to have any guy problems. But I am! It's bloody annoying. Every time I think of him or see his friendster or read his blog, what he's doing, the comments other girls are giving on his friendster, there's this gutting feeling in my stomach. I was practically groaning in pain when he replied me yesterday. Another moment in my life where I wished I didn't have any feelings.

It's not my ex I'm talking about, ok.

I think I'm going to have this heavy-stone-in-my-stomach feeling until the 14th of April, whereby I'm going to push all of these thoughts to the back and darkest corner of my mind.

Anyway, Tini, Nisa and Aisyah came to my crib today. My parents went to Malaysia for the weekend. We watched Boogeyman 2 screaming like no one's business. We played Twister. We cooked potato salad, made brownies and ordered Arnold's Chicken. We listened to old Hindi songs and Nisa and Tini danced to it.

That's the brownies.



Boogeyman 2.






Ooh! Scary!





That's the Arnold Chicken on the floor.







Dancing to Holly Valance's Kiss Kiss.




Let's get in a twist!




And now he's complimenting me? STOP! I realized I'm not emotionally strong.

On a brighter note, I finally talked to Jaclyn Chow, my good friend in secondary school, after 3 years! I miss her too much.