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01 February, 2009 Sunday, February 01, 2009

today was awesome.

celebrated the februarian birthdays at kak ana's house today. kak zan, kak alyn, mak long, suhailah, nabil, qyda & syukri. 

kak tina and i shopped til drop before heading to kak ana's house. bought the kids birthday presents which are mostly toys, bouquets for the adults, balloons, lollipops, snacks, two cakes from swensen etc. we spent over two hundred bucks for everything. don't worry. we don't even have to pay a single cent. cos kak ana sponsored every little and big things from A to Z. kak tina said that i look idiotically stupid holding shopping bags on both hands. super heavy. O.0

honestly, i envy these kids for getting too much presents. i wish i were in their shoes. jumping up and down, tearing up the wrapping paper curiously. jealous seh. =.=

adik, who has always been acting like some big boy joined these mostly primary five kids playing police-and-thieves. the truth is that, i played with them too.

nabil was cute. he received four boxes of presents. mother teased him and took one of it. she took the biggest box. nabil went to her and snatched that box from her and gave her the smallest box from his presents. then he stacked all the other three presents which are all quite big boxes and sat on it. he said, "no, cannot. nabil like these one. you can take that one. that one small. nabil don't like." hahahaha. how cute.

i love eating the cakes, i love playing all of the games, and i love blowing and playing with the balloons. i love the feeling of being a small kid, today.

and oh yea, pictures are uploaded on my multiply.

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i feel wrong. i think i shouldn't feel that way and i shouldn't even have to think about it. but it's all about life. i can not run from it. and running away and hiding is not the best solution. however, at some other time, it doesn't seem matters at all. but right now, i am bothered. seriously.

ah, actually i wanted to share aloot more things. but i'm just lazy. goodnight.

p/s : i'm not being hard or selfish. i'm just being concern of your feelings.

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