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Tuesday, September 21, 2010 at 22:03
just finished my beloved corn from pasar malam.
UGH! WHY DIDN'T I BUY MUAH CHEE & HERBAL TEA EGGS!!!!!!!
tmr tmr tmr.
tmr after dance, i'll buy all!
muahahaha.

everytime i'm at or near pasar malam, my memory will automatically bring me back to the days whereby we used to camp at JE interchange during our year 1 period. macs for hot fudge, ice skating rink...
meet up right after school! from different faculties, different schools.
The guys will keep buying(i really mean non-stop buying) the extremely smelly thing(alright, it's a food not exactly THING.) from the malay stall, ESP LIM AH LIANG!
his famous quotations:
HAO CHI HAO CHI times another 10 times.
(think HAO KAN HAO KAN - the exact same irritating level. haha.)
i still find it smelly but whenever i walk pass the malay stall, i can't help but think of you guys. Y'all are really damn funny.
alright.
sorry for being so nostalgic.
(this is what happens every time i'm under stress.)


actually, i'm quite productive today.
shall leave blog space and facebook while i give full blast kinda attention to my Southeast Asia 3 pages reflection paper.
3 pages, shouldn't take me too long rightttt?
i hope so.

ah. i have social work visit tmr. it says jurong west st 61 which means it's freaking near to my place. lucky much.
but the second social work visit is at katong(yes. near samsam's place) and it's at 9.30am.
hmmm..not so lucky after all.


oookay. friday friday friday.
friday shall be it!
my motivation once again!


p.s. i shall cook tang yuan!!!! LOVE IT MAX!