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Saturday, July 16 8:56 PM


Alas, had my well-spent saturday. Another day before finally reaching the grounds of fairfield. A full day spent with my cousins were indeed amazing with activities one after another. Bowling was fun fun fun i tell you. My scores came out pretty acceptable, with sixty to seventy. haha. I know it's far to bad, but how much can you expect from a girl like me? hahaha. Ice-skating was cool too. Saw peirong and sokgin, with fast hi gestures from the escalators. Cousins went shopping at bugis while i was busy at art, clearing all the broken fragments of my porcelain figure. Reeking sadness. Flung'd big shopping bags in front of me, all splashed with branded goods, which they claimed were expensive. I guess they must have had a good time shopping, jealousy arises, i'm so deprived of that now.

Just a day before, cousins stayed over. The hilarious part was when all of us, with my mum and aunt, all just stared at the computer while i revealed friendster profiles to them and pictures taken from this year on. Had a pretty good laugh at some, those times. Watched home videos when i was in london, more than 10 years back with kat and claire. The feeling, just so warm. I miss those times, those cute little people walking around the house, crying, demanding things, childhood innoncence. So cute, i tell you especially when our sweaters were so huge that our little butts stick out. Yes, now we compare and see how much we've grown. Delighfulness.

they will be making their way to Australia on monday. I so want to go, badly. School, you suck at this. making exams the wrong time. sighs. I have much homework to complete, and i just can't get down to doing them. I would be just making myself busy. And clara, I'm sorry but my pictures can't be loaded to the galleries. Tried, but to no avail.

I saw something amazing today, while i was buying pens at popular. Its so shocking, so to the extent that someone shoplifted in front of my very own eyes. Now, that is surprising isn't it? I could even remember what he was clad in. Dull oranged colar shirt, black long pants and a black sling bag, a young malay man. He took a pile of pilot-G pens, knocked unto me, walked away with suspicious movements. Being busybody was good alright. I followed after that man, as i saw him put those pens in his bag and walked out of popular. Stupid shoplifter, which i let him off.

loved