i've come to a conclusion that i'm more addicted to writing than reading. MUAHAHA. which explains why i've launched myself into (and uploaded) Scars Are The Notes Of Love, a sequeal to Piecing The Shattered Dragon, which is a sequeal to Dik, which is in turn a sequeal to Blood Brothers. cutee. from a trilogy, now it has expanded to four stories. and i think four stories are enough for a series. hahaha.

i wanna go out and hang with my primary school members lah seyy. umai and i were discussing about it, and we thought that maybe we could ring them up and get them to meet up for lunch or something before the JCs start. (and you lucky poly peeps have until april. rawrs.) oh wells. let's see how that goes.

i discovered that The BodyShop has a new scent called Moroccan Rose, and needless to say, i'm in love with its velvety scent. although i still wish i can have Kate Moss's Velvet Hour. the latter is the best, and just how i liked it: rich, musky scent. not too light, not too heavy.

and my gum is still hurting. rawrs. and it's more tiring when you can only chew on one side of your mouth.

okay, i'm off to continue watching Krishna Cottage on Vasantham. that's probably the first real Hindi thriller i've watched since Bhool Bhulaiya. then tonight i can't wait for the next episode of Cinta Fitri 3! i am so mad at si Sadako Mischa balakutak belakaciprut. grrrrr. her villainous plans are so flawless.

and i have another ambition: to be a scriptwriter!

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