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Saturday, May 9, 2009

woke up early in the morning and get ready for johor, i went to jb house alone. my mum was waiting there, i took my own sweet time and left the house at about 9am. the traffic jam seems like forever-.- reached city square and saw a cake shop, so i looked around and saw this chocolate hot fudge cake. i know its my mum's favourite, so i bought it since its mummy's day, advance. cab-ed home, and gave her the cake as soon as i reach the house gate. sit around watch tv, then left johor at around 430, mum, brothers and dad went to seremban, to visit my mum's friend.

happy mother's day,

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With love, indra @ 6:59 PM