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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

yesterday we went to JB, m'sia. i ate a lot of unhealthy pastries that day.
let's see. i ate an apple turnover for breakfast. and when we got to johor early in the morning we went to eat prata smwhere and PRATA is pretty pastry-ish i think. yeah and THEN.. we went shop shop shopping and we headed to secret recipe to eat and then there was like, a BLACK out? :\ and so i couldnt buy my food. but i didnt wanna eat anyway. oh.. i didnt get to buy my yummy passionfruit spray. (: hehe, aqilah. ok so we went to pelangi and ate there. and i got my gourmet pie and i realised that it was this (PASTRY) pie thinger with creamy soup w sm meaty things inside which looked & smelt really good. but i got really muak & sick of it after eating half and it got all soggy and i realised that i didnt noe how to eat a gourmet pie properly. sigh. so i felt really grossed out by PASTRIES and later on my mom bought loads of bread and some PASTRIES and i felt embarrassed by the truckload she got from season's. (it turned out to be not thaat much.) hm.. enough about pastries.
my aunt and granny came along (with my lil cousin, camilla.) and they were like SO hyped about getting me CLOTHES. -_-'' i felt like smone with a horrible dress sense or smthing. so they had to make me over. k it wasnt that drastic lah. but i tried on loads of dresses yesterday. looked nice. but i didnt get them cos i nvr thot i'd wear them soon. hah. hah. this east india dress looked reeally nice and fit perfectly, but i thought.. like sayang, ynoe. whatever lah. i bought this ruffly black skirt eventually and this white top. ohwell. (dun really like that top thaat much) one day i shall find a nice & pretty black dress. one day... oh. i chose a pair of FEMININE looking jeans so my sister would dress like a GIRL for once. (: yay me. i wanted a pair but i remembered i was SUPPOSED to be on a noshopping-spree. hahahaahh. yeahright. so i didnt get one.
oh yeah. my mom and i bought wacoal bras. :\
SO. oh yeah. i like that sales girl who sold the black skirt to me. i think i disappointed her though. hehe. she made me try on soooo many nice thingers. she said i wld look nice w them on. but i just bought the skirt. too bad so sad.
the ppl there are quite nice. but this young guy freaked me when he smiled and said "hii. bawak adik jalan eh? " smilesmile. :S i think that was how my face looked like.
went to danga bay. solated. ate marrybrown. the water at the bay LOOKS ncie frm far but really stinks. the water is quite dirty and stagnant. had these bubbly frothy yellow thingers in clumps on the surface. watched the sun set and left.
ate at this place smwhere ahead. night fell. ate yummy black pepper crabs. i forced myself to eat three pincers and the middle part of the crabbie with it's bendy legs. quite nice. ooh man. sm people actually eat right next to the fish tanks, watch their fishes get caught and murdered and cooked in whatever way. and eat them in front of it's scaley friends. i feel for them. oh but still ate fish. ohwell. then we headed home.
this morning my gran told me an hour long story stretching frm her grandma all the way until my little cousins. it involved loads of dying, hardship, dying, more dying, war, jealousy, marriage, bad magic, dying, school, standing up for urself, yada yada. she's one funky woman. so is her mom. but i think she knew that i got lost through half of her stories. she smhow knows when she stares at me with those brown grey eyes. piercing through my bored yet amused soul.
fine. i'm letting my sister do all the babysitting while i blog my ass off.
gtg.

That's all there is. (:
7:10 PM

packed and left.


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