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profile | with selfless faith.
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Monday, March 22, 2010 | 8:09 PM

let me share how my day went. (nas, make sure u're reading this eh!)

i was supposed to meet nas at 12pm. our initial plan was to bowl and probably have lunch together @ ehub. i waited, waited and waited for about an hour. not to forget, i called her countless times. she still didn't appear. i swear i felt so bored and lonely. plus scared, cause there were many weird people around. bedok whattt, hahaha. and since i've known her for five years, i could just predict that she was still happily sleeping on her comfy bed. grrrrr, so i texted her saying that we should just meet some other time. i sounded furious, but i wasn't actually.

i met dear (he got ready real fast so i didn't had to wait long, thanks alot honey!) and we had lunch at food culture. by that time, nas replied me feeling sorry and all. and yes, i was right. she overslept. funny thing was.. she thought i was frustrated with her. muahaha.. wtv it is, nas will make it up to me this week eh. *sticks out tongue*

after lunch, dear & i made our way to ikea since we wanted to find some stuffs there. im seeing him again tomorrow, yay :D the last time we met was on thursday, but it feels like a week already yknow. on another note, my hair is starting to get outta control. im thinking of cutting/trimming but on the other hand, something is telling me not to do it. fickle-minded me.

alright, this post is getting longer and i should stop typing now before i begin my boring, mundane stories. soo.. bye people!