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.daC.
01 Nov
coke light
dead cockroaches
slow rock
Saturday, March 19, 2005

+ dkny faux-croc

Went shopping with my mom earlier today.. damn tiring. She wanted to look for some furniture and probably revamp my room with a new bedroom set. hrmmphh... anyway met her after my facial @ parkway and all of a sudden she said..."Huda.. i need to check if my watch's ready for collection".. So we made our way to the watch shop on forth floor.. and suddenly... there she laid.. on the shelves, by the fingerprintless glass window, separating us both and depriving shoplifters of their fantasy of having a new watch. The sight of her left me standing there motionless and oblivious of the aunty who brushed my ass.. then. it happened. the store guy took the watch away from its resting place. placed it nicely in the tinted box. and mom handed over her credit card. (*whhooooPss!!)