L I Y A N A' S . S E C R E T S


K O O K Y . G I R L
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.MY NAME.
Aimiliyana Shamsuddin

.BIRTHDAY.
15th December 1982

.SIGN.
Saggitarius

.I AM....
An obsessive compulsive who relish in organized mess, with a creative imagination and gets highly excited about purple monkeys.

.LOVES.
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Monday, March 06, 2006
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His Bags are Packed... NOT!

Mood: Exhausted

Right after the chalet, khai came home with me and he fell asleep on the floor in my living room. I slept on the sofa and my brother sprawled in his own bed. Aisam just left us there while he played Rakion. About 2 hrs later, my dad came home and I prepared him some food.

If i knew the chalet was going to be this exhausting, I'll give it a miss but it was all worth it. I came by Khai's place to help him pack. I thought it be easy you know like folding up his clothes and stuffing it all in the bag. but no.... He didnt even have his stuff ready. I ended up cleaning his room. I feel so much like maid.

Why is it that he says he knows what is going into his luggage but in actual fact he doesn't? He didnt't even have a checklist that he follows. I would have been pulling my hair if my things are not packed when i'll be flying off in a matter of 2 days.

He's flying, I'm panicking. He's cool, I'm worried. He's shaven bald, I'm pulling my hair.