All the flowers are the hard works of my dad. Bougainvillaes. Hope I don't spell that wrong. Hehez.
Friday, September 12, 2008
My Garden :)
To celebrate the day I get well again. I decided to ask my dad to be the cameraman and take pics in my garden.
All the flowers are the hard works of my dad. Bougainvillaes. Hope I don't spell that wrong. Hehez.
All the flowers are the hard works of my dad. Bougainvillaes. Hope I don't spell that wrong. Hehez.
Friends & Best Friends.
Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.
Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.
Friend: has never seen you cry
Best Friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on
Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home
Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: they ask you for their number ( cuz they can't remember it)
Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back
Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff
Friend: only knows a few things about you
Best friend: could write a biography on your life
Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
Best friend: will always go with you
Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.
Friend: has never seen you cry
Best Friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on
Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best friend: opens the fridge and makes herself at home
Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: they ask you for their number ( cuz they can't remember it)
Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back
Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff
Friend: only knows a few things about you
Best friend: could write a biography on your life
Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
Best friend: will always go with you
A Post That Should Be Posted A Long Time Ago. ^^
This should be posted a looong looong time before I was sick.
Too bad these pics were inside my camera when I was warded.
So I can't get them out to be posted!
Here's how the story goes:
After the MPYO concert, I packed happily and headed straight to the hectic Pudu Raya bus station.
On the way in my uncle's car, I checked my pocket.
WTF, where's my hp??!!!
I kept quiet and fumbling around my violin case and bags.
Damn, it was GONE!
I got my dad's hp and started sms-ing my MPYO friends, but hell, there's not a single hp no of my friends inside, because I never save any there!
I panicked. I neeeeeeddddd my hp back sooooo badly.
Luckily I sms pig to get Woei Sim's number.
Whew! And then Woei Sim sent me Norman's number.
The moment I reached Pudu Raya, I was so frustrated that I didn't even say a proper goodbye to my uncle and my aunt.
I quickly went up the stairs and opened my luggage to do the final check.
Ouch! It's CONFIRMED.
Without further ado, I called Norman.
Norman was the SWEETEST administrator ever.
He was already home that time, but he calmly said that he would called the safety guard in twin towers to find the phone for me. If it was there, he would call me. And if it wasn't there, then he couldn't do anything too.
Of coz, he called back. ^^ Hehez. My phone was right on the table in the luggage room.
I bet it's too old and lousy that no one wants to take it.
Norman promised to mail it to me ASAP.
Alright, so about 3 days before I got sick, I got my phone via Post Laju!!
Pretty neat package huh?
Check out the pics below....
:)
Lol. Sorry! Address and phone number not available~
Tel ini MPYO punya. haha...
Too bad these pics were inside my camera when I was warded.
So I can't get them out to be posted!
Here's how the story goes:
After the MPYO concert, I packed happily and headed straight to the hectic Pudu Raya bus station.
On the way in my uncle's car, I checked my pocket.
WTF, where's my hp??!!!
I kept quiet and fumbling around my violin case and bags.
Damn, it was GONE!
I got my dad's hp and started sms-ing my MPYO friends, but hell, there's not a single hp no of my friends inside, because I never save any there!
I panicked. I neeeeeeddddd my hp back sooooo badly.
Luckily I sms pig to get Woei Sim's number.
Whew! And then Woei Sim sent me Norman's number.
The moment I reached Pudu Raya, I was so frustrated that I didn't even say a proper goodbye to my uncle and my aunt.
I quickly went up the stairs and opened my luggage to do the final check.
Ouch! It's CONFIRMED.
Without further ado, I called Norman.
Norman was the SWEETEST administrator ever.
He was already home that time, but he calmly said that he would called the safety guard in twin towers to find the phone for me. If it was there, he would call me. And if it wasn't there, then he couldn't do anything too.
Of coz, he called back. ^^ Hehez. My phone was right on the table in the luggage room.
I bet it's too old and lousy that no one wants to take it.
Norman promised to mail it to me ASAP.
Alright, so about 3 days before I got sick, I got my phone via Post Laju!!
Pretty neat package huh?
Check out the pics below....
:)
Lol. Sorry! Address and phone number not available~
Inside the envelope...
Inside the box...
Tel ini MPYO punya. haha...
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