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# 20

Thursday, December 25, 2008 { 10:08 PM }

Sutrie is currently trying to irritate me while I type. She's so excited as her birthday is coming. No wait, it's going to be my grandmother's twin sister's birthday. So yeah, that's the reason why she's so super excited.

She's getting on my nerves. Like seriously. I wish I can entertain her right now, but I don't pity her. That's why. She's being sarcastic!

Rahdio, eh?

Look Sutrie, my eyes are closed and my heart is typing! I can't believe that your tears can turn into tsunami waves and you have earthquakes in your head. I feel sorry for you. Only for a second. Okay done, I don't feel sorry for you anymore. Just joking. I love you, babe!

One more good news, my mother knew that I wanted a new laptop. I told her that I wanted the MacBook Air. Then my father said that I can own it, but I have to cancel my other two numbers. He told me that I really need to study damn hard when I own the laptop. I can't wait, man.

Just now, my aunts and their family came. Nana was here too! I miss her so much! She gave me a cute heart shape box and there was a keychain inside. They came back from Kashmir a few days ago. I got a shawl too. I can't decide whether I should take the yellow or purple. We had fried macaroni and brownies. Not forgetting the delicious and tasty milk tea. Kay, that's all for now. My third post of the day. Sorry, I need to rush since Sutrie can't wait to read my blog! So exciting, eh? Here you go. Go read like you never read before.

And prove it to me that your cat can type faster than me! You know what? My grandmother is the world's faster typer. No one can beat her. So, I guess your cat can't win.

And it's only seven paragraphs! Not seventeen.