Sunday, June 24, 2007

6:55 AM

24.6.2007

today was a damn tiring day. wanted to go out with the boyfriend. met him at khatib mrt station at 2. we stood on the platform waiting for the mrt to arrive, then i realised i wasn't feeling well. i told him and he persuaded me to go home. i made him come with me. =D

went to buy dessert. i had cheng tng. my only meal up to that point of time. i didn't even finish it lah. didn't feel like eating anything then. hung around till about 4. went to bishan. my parents sent my brother and i to hiphop class.

hiphop was fun, but damn TIRING. i perspired like some siaokia man. never perspire so much during volleyball also. sian sian sian. talking about volleyball. i have vball tomorrowww! oh my goodness. die lah. i'm sick. coach sure won't believe me. she think's i'm lying everytime i tell her i'm not feeling well. wth. i shall go ahead with vball activities tomorrow, despite my flu. if i die it's on HER head. okay, i'm supposed to talk about hiphop. my teacher is daphne. one of the members from SOUL FUSION. the group that participated in the DANCE FLOOR. she's nice.

i like the routine she choreographed for us. but very difficult lah. nvm! i can do it!

went for dinner at the KOPITIAM. high class food court. lol. had some bbq chicken set or something. they were QUITE GENEROUS with the food. lol. nick came! but he didn't join the class. his impersonation of the america's next top model contestants were damn hilarious man. didn't manage to take pictures. next time ok.

so we walked around CENTRAL. nth much. decided to go home.

at the mrt station.

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idiot nick dowan to take picture with me.

rather take of himself. he took shitloads of pictures with MY phone.

me! look at my tired face. but still pretty.

took mrt. nick went to yishun with me. went to cold storage to buy bread and ham. making breakfast for the boyfriend tomorrow. i've never made breakfast before. he must feel so honoured.

we wanted to do our own version of the gatsby commercial, but no time. next time ok.

tomorrow got FOUR bloody hours of ITA. dammit. its superrrrrr boring ok. then there's volleyball. no hi! club somemore. tsk. damn.

ahh. the boyfriend is watching initial d on tv and NOT calling me. mum is asking me to sleep. i'm tired after hiphop.

byebye people.

whee. i cannot wait for volleyball. i am rolling my eyes as i type this.

&icouldbeyourfavouritegirl