Sunday, November 07, 2004


HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY MUM!

This week's special:

2 undies
1 pencil skirt
1 Naf Naf shirt
1 spag top
1 white coat
1 make-up bag
1 lycra shirt
many pairs of earrings
found my close-to-ideal ring
fixed my princessy shoe
Turikish dinner [Mum's birthday!!!] IS NICEEEEEEEEEEEE..........

Im not sure if this is exactly good... [i guess it is]

But the bad/ good news is... my closet's running out of space!!!

I have to stop buying clothesssss!!!!!

and im finally sick of shopping and buying stuffs...

Never knew i'd get sick of it...

But i guess i just need to have some breathing space.

Well... at least some time for me to wear the unworn.

Oh well... anyway, we went to see my new-born niece...

Surprisingly, i quite like her.

come... let me introduce.




Everybody... here's VERA...

Vera, here's everybody.

She looks retardedly cute, doens't she?

she's slightly above a month already...

And 2 days ago, another niece/ nephew of mine just joined the world.

Supposed to visit him/her today... but was too tired to man...

Right... Enough of babies!!!

Mother and child.



Coincidentally red, excuse me!

Last night's dinner was good.... a little not used to the taste thou...

But i so love the desert!!!

Hmmm.... i can't rem what it's called...

But my fav is still the pide... some bread thingy...

Alright everybody... Im tired... let's call it a day shall we?




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