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0 comments | Wednesday, January 04, 2006

me trying to pull aunty zah's hair...heheHere I am at Pati's place. (Actually Pati doesn't like to be called Pati..she keeps insisting she's a Malay...but she's NOT. hehehe :P) Back to my story, I'm here because Ibu has gone back to work yesterday. Aunty Zah and Tok has also started working yesterday so I'm left alone with Pati most of the day. Ibu called me on the phone at home a lottt of times today and yesterday. But well, I miss her voice soo much. I thought Ibu is beside me and started kicking my legs, giving that 'I want a dokong, Ibuuu!!!' look. But she's not...she works very far away from Pati's house. You have to take the bus and the train to reach there. And of course, I miss my Ayah lots and lots too...!

I miss the 'patty times' we have together at home. Ayah says I'm this patty and Ibu and Ayah imagine themselves as the bread and squashed me in between! Though I find it irritating sometimes, I do find this squashing and hugging fun! I miss them both BIG time! I'm sure they miss me too.

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