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Monday, May 19, 2008
sorry seems to be the hardest word.
I had to company Aunt to a wedding invitation yesterday. The wedding was a short one because it was held for both parties at Kampung Ubi Community Centre. I didn’t even know it’s located near Eunos. Haha! Anyways, the bride was actually my cousin’s ex-girlfriend. Very pretty indeed & very, very soft spoken lady. I still remember she used to come over back at Serangoon’s flat when I was young. But I still prefer his old Bukit Panjang girlfriend. She’s much prettier and treats me very nice. Oh, she’s now in Emirates too just like cousin and has a boyfriend. Haha! How I wish, she becomes my cousin. Dream on, Dily! I don’t know why but cousin always get a pretty and soft spoken girlfriends when he is such an idiot, rowdy, rough guy. Maybe because he’s handsome huh and has a hunky monkey body that can protect his girlfriend. I suppose. Hmmm. But not anymore, he’s fat now & OLD, 30 years old. Hahaha!

Oh ya, anyways, the groom really looks like my cousin in the past! I was like stunned when I first reached the place. I was like “OMG, Oh SHIT.” He really look like my cousin. Hahaha! The bride stays in Pasir Ris whereas the guy from Jurong. Town A to Town B is a really, f-ing far. Well, if that’s a fate, she has to accept it. (:
The one who knows me well, the crazy side of me,
knows what i hate, the deep secrets
and who ever runs just to hear my cries.
Thats her, Ida. Another sister, the second mom.

And babe, please tell me that you delete the blog and the friendster not because you’re mad? I plead guilty, seriously. It’s my fault. I hope you got my 9 sms-es yesterday and read it well. Don’t listen to others if they give you stupid suggestions because you know me well okay?