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:: Wednesday, April 11, 2007 ::


wednesday morning- woke up, body feelin so much better now.. the aches and pains have decided to slowly go away.. but my legs are still sore.. bathed, ate, went off to work.. i reached just on time.. despite getting out of the house at 745.. heehee

so here i am, bloggin in the office, my boss is still not in.. well, ive decided to go clean up the cleanroom.. it is afterall, gonna be my territory.. the machines are gonna be my babies.. its my pride.. lol

so, yesterday was fun.. i mean not in work la.. work is work, though its not boring, it can be fun too, but the fun im referering to is after work.. not during the work itself.. confused? yay..

my dearest went for her threading wit her colleague.. (during work hours leh!) after which, now her eyebrows looks neat and nice and sexy and all, but, but.. i prefer it to be in a ... ala, she konws la.. heehee..

so, she fetched me from work... well, now im saying sorry again coz i was late yesterday.. my poor bubu had to wait at the bus stop for almost a good 1/2 hour.. well, i was held up at work, was trying very hard to muster up my courage and say i needed to go.. but, ala, im just bein me.. so, after a while, i decided, cian la my bubu.. i finally managed to open my mouth and said, my gf outside waiting for me ah.. gotta go now.. heeheee..

so i rushed to the car and quickly drove off to the bus stop lor.. my cute bubu decided dat she wanna try scold me.. hehee.. but try as she might, she cant after she saw this manje face of mine.. hiak hiak hiak.. she even bought me a chocolate bar!(which i was actually tengah idam idamkan seyy, perhaps she can read my mind la.. lol)

so off we went, to tan tock seng hospital again.. the jam at cte was MASSIVE~ i was literally drivin at speeds, lesser then 15km/hr!~ so, instead of the usual about 15mis of travelling time, we took almost wat, 30 - 45mins?!?! visited atok, talked2 to nenek and long sumer.. then we ate at the foodcourt downstairs.. we both had chicken noodles! except tat mine has extra chili la.. i like to spice things up la.. lol *wInK*

well, after tat, sent nad, nenek, and epul home.. not exactly epul la, coz he dropped off at my place and had to take the bus home.. but then, ala, can count also la, rumak mak mertua dia jugak pe.. haha...

from then on, its a race! a race against time to get to causeway point and get ourselves ready for the 9.35pm show of The Reaping! my bubu blanja oi.. takkan i dun wanna go! lol.. we actually ran, or jogged at the carpark all the way to the lift.. sempat gi toilet plak tu..

the reaping, the reaping, the show was, hmm... i was kinda bored at first, but towards the end, after the TwIsT, i said to myself, hmmm... crever director.. hehe my bubu cute la, dier yg nak nenok the reaping, then during the show, i can sense that shes not concentrating so much.. nxt time must go watch romance films, scary mary movies, or hilarious ones.. confirm dier suker.. heehik!

waa.. see seee, she just got up.. just msg me.. best eh hidup dier.. 917am baru bangun.. ish.. tak fair seyy.. bluek arh.. 917am?! ooohh.. i gotta go now.. ader jek nnt my boss masok.. kekekeke.. k la..

sayonara my senorita..(bubu) not other people.. kekeke

i love u sayang.. muackZ!
heehik!!


..FizAn..
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