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Friday, March 16, 2007


i feel like a BIG FAT PIG. because i ate like a BIG FAT PIG. *oink *oink.. yea. trex brought me and spoilt brat to HENDERSON. *droools*.. its been a long time since we ate there. and you know why trex brought us?.. because spoilt brat, living up and being proud of his cheaply earned title, was showing face. haha. he was sad that trex kept on procastinating his promise.

one fatal mistake trex did. he stuffed spoilt brat with 2 slices of bread and cheese and goodness knows what not before deciding on henderson. i could see that lil boy wasnt totally into his meal. well, i dont blame him. he's like 3/4 full. but nontheless, he did eat. he left the rice mostly behind which is very unlike him.

we took the cab there. when we entered the cab, the uncle automatically spoke to us in Chinese. i had to hold back my laughter. till today, i get amused when people start communicating to us in chinese. i don't understand but i feel like asking wth are u thinking??!! actually i get amused at any language they communicate besides english.

1. in chinese, i'll feel.. what the hell are you thinking? i look cheena to u meh??
2. in malay, i'll feel.. quite that bloody sterotyping and thinking that i'm malay.
3. in tamil, (very rare and almost never..) i'll be like wow!! i'm spoken to in tamil. actually i don't even know if they're speaking to me because most of the time when this happens, i'll be with my garnd mama. nyaha!!.. *shrugs* i can never understand.

when i'm in s'pore, i deal with all these language issues. can you imagine if i'm in aussie? all of a sudden if people spoke to me in their many national language? haha. i'll faint. :X.. anyway this reminds me of the time when i was at the supermart. a TURK woman spoke to me is some unknown language. i was like *blur* and when excuse me.. she went u not turk? i shook my head and she apologised. haha.

okie okie. back to henderson. aft the meal, we waited for a cab to come back home. i saw a cockroach in the side of the road. the poor burger cheated death like 2-3 times before gettin run over by an unknown vehicle. I KNOW for sure. coz i was staring very hard at it. half of me couldnt wait to see it get squashed, the other half was like run stupid cockroach. RUN!!!!.. anyway, i feel indifferent. i'm no cockroach FAN.

and we when we reached hm, we saw amma and chits. GG to MUSTAFFA. wahaha. i dunno. maybe they have insomia.



while we were

11:47:00 PM, Glamourous metaphor


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Name: Stephanie
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D.O.B: 05 March 1985

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