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Tuesday, May 01, 2007 @ 3:17 pm

oh my. that made me go teary for awhile.

LADIES!!!!!YOU MAKE IT SOUND AS IF I'M MIGRATING. DON'T BE SAD OK? I'LL STILL BE IN S'PORE RIGHT? WE CAN STILL KEEP IN CONTACT AS PER ALWAYS......I ASSURE YOU.

gosh, i wonder how the situation will be like when i said i'm moving to indon. erk, i don't want to imagine anyway.

well, like i've said, i've no choice.. my dearly mother and father don't want to buy a new house as my mother planned to move to indon(most probably) with my father, since my father's going to retire soon.

please please please please please don't be sooo sad okayy?? and aisyah, this is why i don't want to announce it over the phone yesterday.

.nisya
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