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Friday, June 03, 2005
" Learning the 1kg business ; 7:00 PM "

Hmm, the 1kg business? Yeah, pretty much that. Why hasn't she thought about calling me? Why hasn't he thought about me, and how much I'm right there in front of him practically yearning for him. I guess, first of all, she's just caught up in her life and how wonderful it was to get the chance to go to Perth and indulge in all the experiences. She's probably forgotten that the first things I've done after going on holidays were to call her. She's probably forgotten ME. Wtf, I don't care. And he, well, he's just him. You know? Popular and caught up with his life too. Never knew how much I would stare at him, haha, which is too weird for my type! But then again, sometimes, even though this isn't any laughing matter (at least I think) I laugh at my crushes a whole lot. Who said that........<3 style="font-weight: bold;">embarassment. So, bye-bye to him!

blah.Blah.blah. I walked to the beach alone and I haven't done that kind of thing for a loong time. I just it just refreshed me, but also hurt my feet! :'( lol. Yeah well, I walked up to a great big stone and just sat there. I was totally blank! I forgot everything and only the sound of the crashing waves were ringing in my ears! It was so wonderful and I could just sleep there. Then I saw some girls eating fried fishballs! Aaaah! I love eating that with hot-hot-spicy-spicy sambal!! So, I was so uppity buppity tempted to eat that I just had to home, right? x)) So I did. And believe me, it was a loong walk, like some eternity trip, till home. Haiizz, but now I'm home, aren't I? Good enough. (Don't know what I'm going to have for dinner though!)

The lead-office of Marine Vista is thinking of re-building the estate! My father told me that alot of people who aren't living here have complimented on the area of the estate and the view and the convenience all that. So now, alot of housing business salespeople are interested in investing millions of dollars to the estate, to tear all the HUDC's down and to build nicer, more spacious, and more attractive houses. So, the residents staying here have to vote. If 600 out of 800 residents agree to sell their houses, the people who don't agree (eg. my family) are sooo out of here, lah! Then we use the money to move somewhere else. But my father thinks that it's kind of difficult to get 600 out of 800 people which is 75% of the total, to agree to this because, well, there are some people (eg. my family!! ^-^) who have been staying here for 30 years! Looong, eh?

Now, I'm currently chatting with Austin, serene and listening to "1 thing" by AMERIE! Hey, I got to go now!





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