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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Water with Soap, Germs have no hope.
I laughed when I read this at the mrt.
But I'm not saying that it's dumb or what.
It's a catchy phrase, but it made me laugh making me think I'm a nursery child reading a poem.
LOL.

Seriously, the poster seems so scary and urghhh.
But this poem at the end of it just made me laugh.

ANYWAY...

I've finished 2 of Cecelia Ahern's books.
They're definitely wonderful and awesome.
On top of that, she's a gorgeous writer too.

Let's put that aside.
They're give me this moment of euphoria when I read them.
Enough said.

Thanks for the Memories.

A Place Called Here.

The next book that I'll be starting tomorrow is also by Cecelia Ahern, Where Rainbows End.

Weee.

Lovey-dovey.

Hehe.

Gotta get back to the other kind of reading materials that make me so tense: My Bound Notes.

7:59 PM

Love.

Hello there.

Aiman

Mua.

I'm Awesome. Okay, done.

Sound Tastebuds.

Here you go.

GO.

Afifah

Azri

Fifa

Ifah

Khairi

Mike

Muna

Zati

Rants

Let's look back.

That's it.

Shaddie