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Marina
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Thursday, October 12, 2006

Edited.

On a brighter side. yesterday went out with bf. met up with mardhiah for awhile. she wanted to buy her working shoes. n so we went to causeway point. but for iftar - i learn frm zee -, we went our separate ways as her bibik wanted to treat her as its her bday. for us, we ate at Cavana again. den we have a look at d bazaar there. its way way better than those at Lot 1. Lot 1 bazaar is so pathetic, more like pasar malam to me. Then i went threading, after so long. my eye make-up smeared so badly n d lady actually asked whether i want to touch up, thinking i was going again n said sorry to the bf. funny lar.

d one-eye pose.

d bazaar frm side view.

home sweet home.