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*me *
Yanee
05/01
On my stereo: Justin Timberlake's Summer Love
Mood: Erratic

"Aye"
indie rock, alternative, pop rock: smiles: hugs and kisses: soccer: chocolates: Nike: teddy bears: touch rugby: babies: rock-climbing and bouldering: soft and pantene-smelling hair: my well-worn Levi's: Adidas: white, blue: short nice hair: Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster:

"Nay"
veggies: swallowing pills: high heels: skirts: not knowing what to do: mess:

*wishlist *

a bit more freedom
PSP
new laptop
more clothes, for goodness sake!
new phone
an orange scrambler
makeover my room

*fellow bloggers *

:: kyle ::
:: azrul ::
:: liyana ::
:: arfin ::
:: zak ::
:: naz ::
:: jason ::
:: monkey ::
:: wei tin ::
*hunts *

:: blogskins ::
:: hotmail ::
:: friendster ::
:: deviantart ::
:: tickle ::
:: youtube ::





Saturday, December 09, 2006

Well, i've finally come here to blog about all that's happening. Which is a lot mind you. So let's see what i can remember from this last week.

Last Tuesday, 28th Nov

On a bright, sunny and not to mention, early Tuesday morning, i head to Fit's place cos she said that they (they, in question, are actually Faizah and her) were going to make homemade pizzas for the birthday girl, Rufi. It was my first time making anything homemade la.

So it turned out that i was ultra early so i waited downstairs for the rest. After meeting with Fits and Faizah, we had to send Fits' mum to the clinic cos she wasn't feeling well. While her mum was in the doctor's, we went to the wet market nearby to get the ingredients.

Uhuh? Wet market + me = not good.

I'm not the wet market kind hello. More towards the supermarket and dry market side.

But anyways, i tried to keep out of anybody's way. Didn't know if that helped but hey, i tried. After we got the stuff, we came back and got cracking. Cutting up the ingredients was basically my job. After much hustling and bustling, pizza was done and i must say it was scrumptious though the base was a bit too crusty for my liking. :)

I had an okay time. Down and out some times, but on a whole, i enjoyed myself with the maniac wrestlings and sincere chats. In fact, i was lulled into the feeling that it was the past.

Yeah right.

Saturday, 2nd Dec

This was the most pleasantly surprising outing with Faizah that i have had. I thought that with another addition, it will be very awkward and weird since i'm not exactly the most friendliest person you would meet. But i found myself having and poking fun with (and mostly at) Faizah and of course, my new acquaintance, Nisa.

Faizah asked me out to a floorball match at Kallang. Some of the KC gals were playing and basically, we were lending support. Lend only. Cos not long after, we left to seek more fun and adventure at Bugis. So yep. The floorball competition was held next to a place called The Cage. Me and Faizah were picturing a more majestic or intimidating cage looming over the place, casting a dark gloom and many heavy hearts thumping.

Ok fine. Not that majestic or intimidating or gloomy or hearts-thumping inducing. The Cage was in fact, not a cage. It was more like an indoor artificial soccer field. And it's huuuge. I think there were more than two fields. We only checked out one field and the price for booking?

A cool $90.

So anyhow, we left for Bugis and didn't end up going to a movie nor to Borders. But to the National Library instead where we could not find Tony Parsons book and neither can we find a silencer in the kid's corner. We were making quite a din, laughing and chatting away. (We shall go look for Dolly fish in the market soon. Heh. ) It took a guy to shush us up and so, we were on our way to Mustafa Centre to end the day. Where no one could shush us up.

We were in search for Faizah's gift for her newborn nephews. I love babies. Faizah is more apprehensive towards them as far as i can see. Haha. They won't bite, ya know. Not till they start teething at least and that's when you'll need that toothbrush i told you to get for them. :D

I enjoyed myself though i never thought i will. Awesome.

Sunday, 3rd Dec

Supposedly to fly a toy aeroplane with Faizah but she had plans. It's cool. I'm cool. She's cool. Everything's cool.

Monday, 4th Dec

Went cycling with Faizah. First time in a long time, i've cycled. And first time in entire life to have walked from Pasir Ris Beach to Tampines. First time also to have good, healthy fun with Faizah. First time i shall say that...

Hehe. It's ok. For me to know, for whoever it is to find out. ;)

Tuesday, 5th Dec

Went to play badminton wit Faizah. (Yet again) I don't get bored of seeing the same people though, i just have a feeling that they are sick of seeing this same old face. :) Anyways, she made me run around the court so much, i thought she was having fun. Or did she?

Wednesday, 6th Dec

Supposedly agreed to going to the library but Mum got mad at me going out a lot in a week and so i had to stay at home and sulked in front of the xbox. Promises and confirmations are never to be made if you can promise nothing and can't confirm anything. Lesson learnt.

Thursday, 7th Dec

Head out with Kyle to Eastpoint to discuss Gen's surprise beach party. A small celebration for her turning sweet sixteen from the small gang of 3 of us. Small small but then the discussion, stress and loss of sleep all big big. You're very much welcomed, Gen.


Actually, all these dates are for my own purposes only. Cos i've always told myself that nice and not so nice things on certain dates will always seem nicer and more not so nice when you look back on it later on. So yeah... I'd loved to get a nice (or maybe not so nice) flashbacks where i cracked some of the lamest jokes, behaved most mean or even talked about the issue of lingerie shopping, of all things.

Check out the next entry for the beach birthday blindfold surprise and pictures, of course.



Say it like you mean it
Yanee



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