Well im at home now sipping on my hot honey and lemon tea. OMG, please try it honestly ! it taste beautiful ! Good for coldness.
Well im finally home after a day spent with my beautiful squishy :) Just hanged out and watched movies and went to eat Thai food with his brother Trung and his girlfriend Steph at Fairfield. GOD the food was soooo spicy :( i can't tolerate chilli that well. Then me and squishy watch more movies once we got back. i fell asleep, woke up at 11:50 decided have to go home time ! When i got home, step dad and uncle and grandparents were in the living room around the laptop. Step dad asked me how to use the webcam la di da cause the speaker mic wasn't working. so i had to sit there infront of my family smelling like cigerette :( squishy's jumper smells like cigerette. boooo. turned on the webcam for them but since they were webcamming to Malaysia the reception is so bad so can't really hear anything. What the wierd thing was that, my aunty looks like squishy's ex. i was surprised how much they looked alike, they had same length hair and like the frame glasses. LOL. anyway. i brought MANGOSTINE for squishy to try today, first he was like "errr, it's like lychee, i don't like it" but i already knew he was in denial, for somereason he never wants to like what i like. 5mins later. OOOO, YOU BROUGHT ANOTHER ONE :D and he cracked it open and ate the damn thing ! silly squishy. but it was nice. it's expensive too ! Steph agrees so. ($10 a kg) damn right it's expensive. my squishy deserves good fruit anyways :P i love my squishy !
AWWW, IT'S ACTUALLY SPELT MANGOSTEEN._______________________________________________________________________
i am awake at 8:50 on a SATERDAY. am i crazy. i think so !
Woke up with a killer throat ! i had very very bad dreams. like 2 of them. i think it has a meaning or something.
Firstly, some guy ( that turned out to be SIMON LMFAO ) was chasing me and some friends across a field shooting at us and shit, and i kept reflecting off their bullets cause im magical, then we somehow ended up at the back of a school and i realised " HEY IT'S OUR SCHOOL, THERE'S MS KENNY!" She was in a demountable class teaching, and she mouthed to us through the window " we called the police already, stay where you are !" but we could still see SIMON on the field looking for us. what made it worse was that i was in a rainbow raincoat for somereason so i was very visible to spot ! so i took the gamble of walking ahead of the group and notifying them if it was okay to run to the nxt demountable to hide ! LOL, then i saw some principal guy and he was like COME COME ! but not yelling it out cause then SIMON would hear. LOL then, we moved towards the office where it was safe. AND HE SPOTTED US. then all you could hear was this car that was fully loud driving up towards the school from the field and we were shitting it. then we hid in the canteen. He came to the canteen and he saw us and pointed the gun at me. Then out of nowhere Ms.Seato shot him ! lol, she had a rifle and she was wearing a red dress.
THE I WOKE UP !!. BUT I WENT BACK TO SLEEP AND HAD ANOTHER DREAM WHICH WAS A CONTIUATION :S HOW FREAKY IS THAT.
He had an acquaintence which turned out to be my friend HUNG. LOL, he was really pissed off cause i caused Simon to be shot lol. and for somereason the car turned out to be a fully done up civic with leather seats and was very very very loud. LOL, and he was fully in like killer mode ! so he started chasing me cause yeah, he blamed me for it. and somehow we ended up in a carpark? i was running like crazy cause he was in a car man ! that's scary. i dnt wanna get run over. then he followed me but i hid, and he didn't know where i was. he thought i was in the car wash thing in the carpark so he turned in there. but i wasn't there. then i realised like. wtf i dnt wanna run or get run over and anything. so i woke myself up.
........... i think im gonna google "dream definitions".
Today i was suppose to go test drive my baby, but step dad went to work. so tomorrow !
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