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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

its 3am and i'm blogging at this moment when i have a class at 10am the next morning. no choice, cuz i am gonna send my dad to the airport later and since theres only 45mins left, i might as well not slp. Post for WEN to read when she is bored over in Sydney.

well, i know that my blog is interesting and fun to read. since there has been so "many" *ahem* requests for me to start blogging again, i shall do it.

Quoted from Tony: "oh your blog name is the easiest to rem so when nothing to do den just read lor". i'll rem that.

Alright. Ever wonder wat is the most dreadful thing when you have a girlfriend? some ppl dread that their gf would be jealous, some dread that their too sticky while others dread having a hole burnt in their pockets. Its none of the above for me. I dread meeting parents actually. especially when you have no idea of how they think, how they will react or how they behave. so FINALLY after 22years, i had a chance to feel it. Meeting parents was bad enough. BUT to meet them in JB? haha when lijing as me initially, i was abit reluctant cuz it seems wierd to go over there to just eat dinner wif them yet they do not know that i was going to turn up. but after that, i tink it had to be sooner or later. so i might as well just go since it was still CNY and could go and bai nian.

i made my way to JB alone and waited for lijing sis's bf to pick me up from city square. oh ya before i forgot, i just wan to mention that my dear is just as blur if not blurer than me. she simply forgot whr she parked when we went to the supermarket to get some stuffs. and did i mention that she could drive?? i got a shock of my life when she drove me. accelerating when she saw red light! haha but all she needs is practice, right my dear? well, in the end din really talk alot to her dad, cuz i oso dunno wat to say while her sis bf who was already on quite good terms wif her dad, rattles on and on. and before i left i gave them a box of bird nest bought in singapore after they had given me angbao so that they wun give me more just because of that. how much there is inside remains a secret..

i am tired. but i cant slp! i still have half an hr more to go..

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