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Monday, December 19, 2005

two things :

i bargained and begged my way to a brand new QUEEN SIZED BED !

i am also a proud new owner of a uber cool mountain bike :) i cant believe (and neither can anyone else, for that matter) that after 19 LONG years, i finally own a bicycle. how weird is that ? okay having said that, the gnawing feeling of deprivation thats been buried inside me suddenly comes tearing through my flesh. no, but seriously. i cant believe it ! now i'm wondering, why the hell did my parents never buy me one. what the hell were they thinking !

i'm just thankful for 'extended family' and a boyfriend whom i think loves me. haha we've been joking abt it for some time and i concluded that this present of his is actually an evil plan to get me to stop bugging him to go cycling with me. now when i ask, he can say 'aiyah you got your bike, go cycle yourself !' but of course, i'm sure its not like that ... i think :)

mar de sade gnarled at 1:50 AM

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