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.Sunday, June 3, 2007 ' 2:35 PM x
This was what I've done during my social studies remedial.
We were supposed to complete our source based questions.
But since I've completed mine and sent it for checking,
I've decided to doddle.(Mrs.Sudave praised me for getting
my inferrence correctly.) Anyway, this was the output:



Went out with pa's family yesterday, to celebrate nenek's birthday.
They celebrated it at east coast. And their spot, was at mcdonalds!
Where, there are many mat skimmers.(LOL. Pathetic people.)
You can't surf here in singapore earthlings. Oh well.
Anyway, since papa is rushing to get to work, the usual
ladies get a hop on Cik Imah's car. They drove us to
Lot 1. And from there, we surveyed the sales and pasar malam.
I caught this guy looking at my direction quite a number of times.
He's wearing a black polo tee with black(was it tapered or skinny?)
jeans. His hair is so mat-look but (LOL) he got me nervous.
He was with his family, and a guy wearing a red cap. Both are
really tall people, and I wondered who. It was obvious that the
black shirt guy trying to catch a glimpse of me and my actions.
Because, simple. I caught him looking at me like a ZILLION times.
When our families bumped into the same vendors, he looked.
It's hard for me to get rid of his stares, know. cause' from
what I know, he's kind of cute(: Well, I think he's thinking
what I'm thinking. Is he the same guy from the kendarat?
I knew I saw him before, with the same hairstyle. But I was
busy being entertaining my MP3. He looked familiar. And I think
he thought I did too. When it was time for me to go home, I
bumped into again at the drinks vendors. He was directly infront of me.
I pretend to be engrossed with my phone, cause' I talked REAL loud that
made him noticed me. When we parted, I looked behind to check him out
for the very last time, when suddenly, (wise men think alike basis) he
cornered his eyes and looked at my direction. I turned to the front.
Stupid, stupid me. I don't know what happened next. Oh well.

Oh, the photo I got when I was DEAD BORED at east coast.
None of my cousins were there.



Yes. Fancy having bollywood antics at East Coast, of all places. HAHA.
Well, at least they had fun. Bravo people.

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