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Sunday, October 28, 2007


i feel so tired.

i went over his hse. and while he was bathing, i mop the floor. okay, thats what i did la. and den after mopping, i realised i was full of sweat. including my face. imagine with make-up. boo!

nvm abt that. and so i took a bath and off we went to IMM.

we bought a couple ring which will only be collectible 4 weeks later. because he wanted to buy the ring, i cant possibly turn him down. but can u imagine im already wearing a 238$ sk ring, and den now i have to change from the real ring to a fake silver ring. wah!!! how can that be possible!!!

had dinner at subway. i didnt eat much although im very very hungry because the bread was so BIG, my mouth hurts like fuck. and so i eat until half pass to him. and den con't eating cookies because cookies can slowly eat ma. and finally i get to eat my XXL chicken cutlet. yum!!! i know i should be controlling what i eat but too bad la. should be no cold drinks, no heaty stuff, end up heaty stuff plus a big cup of ice lemon tea. shiok la.

and den when i look into the mirror, i realised how big the ulcer is. no wonder i have prob eating...even though my mum cook herbal tea, but then....i cant drink because of mense. when it is going to heal??? i cant wait. i eat so slow nowadays.....i cant brush my teeth like before...not very clean la...my left jaws are tired from doing the job...and it hopes to rest wherever it cans and so i cant eat...orelse it will be tired and my face will be distorted. wahahaha!!!

packed his room. and den home i go.

sitting down here. completed ma quiz and p&c quiz.

there's still more to go.

let's just concentrate on MST. which i hope i can. holiday mood la!!!

11:45 PM

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