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Lily,17.




Sunday, January 18, 2009

SAKURA.

planned to meet up @ 10.30am with darl.
in the end, i woke up at 10.40am. my goodness what a pig. (>___________________<)!

even before i reached omni threatre, i begin to feel a sense of guilt slowly building up and bursting inside me. oh the great food. sigh.
I can't help it if my love for food is much greater than my fear of being fat.




we managed to get the ''inside'' seats where theres aircon!

of course la, we're the most gan chiong to reach first! LOL!

table 12. too bored laaaaaa. I remember the last time we went, my cousin accidentally took the kiap kiap home hahahahahahaahahhahaha


FOODIE, here I comeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!


I kept chionging on the clams and seafood stuff. *burps*

doesn't the food look tempting even in picturesss?? aww


busy eating to notice. tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk


mini cakes, durians puffs etc its nice ogay



ice cream. HEHEHEHE.
me: ehh you all know why I took the yam and nata de coco de ice-cream?
*everyone looks up*
me: ...because i like the colour.
*everyone sianed dao~*




random.




OH YA this SHASHIMU or something. ahahhaaha'
KS new obssession.



the funny thing is,
the lst time he order, there was only a mere two tiny weeny shashimus

the 2nd time, three shashimus

the 3rd time, 5 freaking shashimus lying on the plate waiting for their turn to be devoured.




the last goodbye kiss to Sakura.

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When will we meet again?

haha!
(I can't post up the farmart piccas cause' SOMEONE haven't send me. grrrrrrr xD)
ciao!