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Lily,17.




Sunday, January 25, 2009


REUNION DINNER.;D


on our way to my aunt's house! tralallalaalalala

 My cousin's dog, jingle. Oh by the way, I have dog phobia =/ this is from my sis's camera.




Well, I didn't take much photos hehee my sista taking my er..banana keychain on our way home






LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!11 DOESN'T IT LOOKS ALMOST EXACTLY LIKE A REAL HAND yo?!

in chinese, its called ''fuo shou'', Im not sure what its called in english though. Ya' know those dried fruits(brown colour de) in small little plastic bottles that we always eat?)


I realised I blog about some pretty random stuff today HEHEHE.


OH! BY THE WAY, remember the post from yesterday stating that I received some weird calls?

YET ANOTHER CALLED ME AGAINNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! apparently, someone has nothing better to do than to give people MY number. perhaps someone bear a flowery hatred for me? tsk tsk.



that person, which I have absolutely no idea who, called me. twice. Lets just call him er..Mr A.

Mr A smsed me: Why u no answer me

(and being innocent *ahem*, I called him back la of course.)

me: hello?

Mr A: hello?

me: hellooo! (im getting irritated by the background noise. man, its rowdy) who are you?

Mr A: *speaks in a weird language which I DON'T UNDERSTAND even a word of it.*

me: sorry, I don't understand you at all. come again?

Mr A: Don't understand?3$&%$^%#%&^7 *and begin in his weird language again*


(I hung up)

and I smsed him: Who are you?

Mr A: I am sharif. U who please tell me

(whata flower?! he called me and ask me who I am')

me: Lily.(i thought giving my name won't mean any harm unless I give my address then cannot la!) Why did you call me?

Mr A: Your cam from pls (what. on. earth. is. he. trying. to .tell me.? ANYONE TELL ME PLSSSS!)

me: Pardon? I really don't understand.

Mr A:Please u don't mind. I can see u.



OMG! *faints on the spot* WHAT DOES HE MEAN WHEN HE SAY HE CAN ACTUALLY SEE ME? I hope he just meant ''can i see you?'' MUST BE.
*self-console*

me:Where did you get my number?




and he didn't reply me anymore. phew. Lets just cross fingers that he doesnt bother/call me again tomorrow please.