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27 August 2006

Do You Know...

:: i used to call everythin n evryone 'lampu' cos dats the 1st wrd that i learnt...

:: i always took 20 cents, and only 20 cents coin from my elder sis piggy bank...

:: i ask my mom wat 'lucah' means when i read it in a newspaper when i was in p1...

:: i hate insects n all those flying objects, especially flying cockroaches... blearrghhh!

:: i dun drink white milk except for HL...

:: i dun eat grapes when theres seeds in it...

:: i'm nvr good in practical... only scores in theories...

:: i m a last minute person, even when it comes to studying.. tomorow mornin exam, tonight then i open my notes...

:: i become 'allergic' to axe oil.. no way will i use it...

:: i cant swallow things, even if its jus small tablets... took almost an hr to take 2 flu panadol.. accompanied by 2 bottles of water.. haha

:: i always say i m allergic to sand, but the truth is i jus dun reali wan to get my hands dirty at certain times...

:: i feel yucky to touch sumtin wet n slimy... i dunnoe why...

:: i used to hate plain water...

:: i stop biting my nails when i wear my braces... n since then i had stop dat habit once n for all...

:: i dunno how to whistle.. dun laff!

:: i dunno how to cook, n when i try frying instant nuggets, i would hv my hand wrapped in towel n me standing as far as posible from the stove n shouting to my sis, 'is it cook yet?'

:: i m the tallest among my family, n yet the shortest among my frens...

:: i dun tell ppl im attached, or seeing sumone until the person asked me straight in a face.. i guess i dun really like 'showing off'

:: i've been keeping long nails since i was in p6...!

:: i hate running, unless it involves some sport like soccer or basketball... if its jus running, forget it, im not duin it...

:: i cant walk properly when im in high heels...

:: my left wrist ligament is loose, i can hear the bone clickin when i twist n turn it...

:: i can make my left eye crossed, with my right eye staring straight in front..

:: i twirl my hair n flick it behind my ears when i m feeling nervous...


theres more... but i guess the 'worst' ones will jus hv to bury themselves in my heart.. :)

~ peace : love : empathy ~