If anybody care at all, i have eaten regularly now.
the last BIG meal i had was one saturday.
which i ate nasi lemak for brunch (complete with egg, chicken, fish)
den i proceeded to drink at mc cafe. the mango smoothie.. yumyum!
den i ate dinner. a whole meal!! ther's the burger, the plate of fries and a drink.
and then snickers and mint.
there.
i ate. finally.
it seems tat my poor stomach had grown sum cobwebs coz apparently, wen i reached home i had a tummyache. -_-^
wel. the east coast outing was great.
but it rained a lil thou.
alot of revelations happened last week which i dare not mention.
haha.
my bill rocketed to 200++.
but its okie......
just need to cut down my phone usage tis month.

ouh yah.
i realized how arifah feels without her handphone yesterday.
i was tearing. erm. tats an understatement.
i was bawling.
grieving,
weeping,
howling,
whining.
and blah blah blah
coz my stoopid handphone wont werk.
i cant press certain keypads.
which makes it hard for me to msg.
apologies to those who sms me n i have yet to answer.
=( im dying here.
now, i cant sms.
unless u noe wad this says " imtgointtotluncktlatr"
my phone sucks.
tats it. im buying a new phone on my bday.
i dun wana psp nomore.
I WANT A NEW PHONE.
a heart felt tanx to those i whine to yest.
*ahaks

i had quite a long talk with my dearest fren, ariff, yesterday nyte.
he was feeling really low. even though he said he was doing quite well in the training.
he told me the mental part was the hard one..
he's gonna be ther for 9mths so i told him live your life a day at a time and you will be fine.
*hugs*
oit. dun be foolish and quit half-way.
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been reading quite alot this days...
i come across sum words tat i nvr knew existed.
pontificated: to speak or express opinions in a pompous or dogmatic way
salubrious: favorable to or promoting health or well-being
sardonically: disdainfully or skeptically humorous
then some phases that i found interesting.........
i found my life slipping-almost pleasurably- into a routine.
We walked in silence. i felt i was treading in the footsteps of my childhood.
In the weeks after her burial i'd been in an agony of loss, remembering all the times i'd critisized her, been contemptous of her, not appreciated of her, not thanked her enough, not had that final settling of accounts, when we'd somehow have reconciled ourselves to all the raggedness and imperfections in our relationship.
i realized that, with sugical ruthlessness, Claud had sliced away any evidence of our life together. this wasnt order. it was emptiness.
one moment of weekness was enough.

the book is good. im at the edge of my seat on who is the killer...
hehe..
i will tell how it turns out.
=))


p.s.:i dunno why my shout box cant load msges....
sux. wads tat suppose to mean???????