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Saturday, May 30, 2009 ♥

Went to a birthday party last night Seletar Camp. I was forced to go and suddenly, my mum met her friend there and I saw her son and I was like.. omg. Heh. Cute like hell man! I looked at him and he looked at me. We never smile at each other. Grr, heh. Shy ah. Never eat the food there since I already ate chicken rice at the airport. Full.


Mum: Marissa, you wanna sit here or with my friend at the front?
Marissa: huh?
Mum: -.-, you wanna sit here or at the front?
Marissa: Ohh, umm. Here la.
Mum: Okay, I sit there la.
Marissa: *Look. ( omg, are you kidding me? If I sit at the front, I will be seating next to that cute guy! )


Luckily, or else, i need to talk to him man. Sat at the back and watch all the performances and there's one segment where there's a dancing competition. Three kids on the stage.


Host: How old are you?
Kid: three asshole (he was tyring to say "years old")
Others: *laughs
Host: I ask you how old are you, and here you are saying bad things to me. Don't be rude. How old are you?
Kid: Three asshole.
Others: *Laughs
Host: Okay nevermind. :D


That's the funniest thing. Heh.


Host: One thing about Bollywood movies right, the girl always wear a red sari and roll down the hill and the next thing you see is she wearing a yellow sari.
Others: *laughs


Very true. Heh. I kept looking at him but he can't be seen from far. Haish. Went home around 10.30pm and I was like "Haish, going home already? going to miss him ):".

Today, I asked my mum about him.


Marissa: Mak, who's that guy sitting beside you last night at the party ah?
Mum: A Guy? Oh, that's my friend's son. Why?
Marissa: Hehehe, Cute ah he. Sec what ah?
Mum: Sec 3. Why? Still young but gatal already ahh. Minah gatal.
Marissa: Fuyoo, sec 3 man ! :D


Now, need to get ready for madrasah. -.-

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