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Sunday, March 23, 2008

I went for job hunting today. Managed to get a second interview which is tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I guess, I was quite active today. I walked a lot sia. Then, I went to do some grocery shopping on my own. I just feel like making some Hoon Kuey. It's kinda like a pudding I guess. Basically, a dessert. When I got home, washed up and started to make them. Damn, my brothers were being such a pain in the ass. I almost lost the mood while making them. Then, I put some aside for sweets and left the rest for the family. Took a ten minutes stroll under the night sky and delivered the dessert to block 11. U-turned and now I'm dead beat sweetheart beat!

How adorable can someone be, with a hair which is literally "out of bed"? *smiles smiles smiles*

Oh yah, I just found out that one of my ex-secondary schoolmate had passed away. I'm not sure when and also the cause of it though. Ryyan Spenser, he used to be so friendly and helpful to everyone. Never fails to smile to everyone he sees. And there was once in secondary 4, there's this inter-class netball (boys allowed) competition. It was my class versus his class. He was the only person who let out his hand for me to shook with, before the start of the game; fair play & no hard feelings.

Rest in peace, Ryyan (w)