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Jessica.
22.
Teacher.
Hello Kitty.
Manchester United.
Khekster.
My Kettle. <3

Sunday, February 24, 2008

spent quite alot todae.
not me.
but my dad.

went to winter time to buy my winter wear
n i realli like all those i bought!
bought a down parka,
acrylic knitted hat,
sheep leather glove,
cashmere n lambwool socks
and a pair of Timberland shoes.

n i bought a new camera too!
olympus mju840!
8 mega pixels!
i bot it in the colour of pink!
n it looks more like HOT pink in reality.

ohmigosh.
it's realli so prreeettyy!
my nana n bro went to buy
a DEATHNOTE book each

while i was choosing my camera
n to my horror,
it actually has the rules n names written in it!

freakin scary can!
i seriously dun haf the guts to use this to write man.

anw im realli happy todae!
but i feel so sorry for my dad.
he must haf spent a lot on all dat.
thanks dad.
u noe i do love u ya.

wif most of my things bot,
i'd haf to start packing my stuffs tmr morning
coz i haf a dinner in the evening
n on tues n wed,
i'll be off to YEP's chalet!

oh yes i wanna thank shuang for dropping by my place
to pass me her thumbdrive which has more pics on farewell.
thanks a lot shuang!
the 2 grp pics wif liyi n tongking:
i realli miss tk.
im sure he noes dat.

couple more days before i leave.
can u hear my heart thumping?