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Monday, February 09, 2009

Luck and intuition play the cards.
Friday,
Work, on the way home, Jason filled me up with gossips.

Saturday,
Gym before hitting Rebel, the virgin trip there. Party night with my high school mates, practically went crazy with poles and giants.









The sole survivors made it to Mac at 3.27am.


Sunday,
The conversation got so engrossed til i was a tad too late when i left home for Tango. However, due to the congested traffic and an Indian ritual going on, i was half an hour late for class. Which i might as well gave it a miss, i just stood outside and learnt through the glass windows.
Bugis-ed with Kalai, dinner with Kentucky Fried Chickkin'.









Monday,
It was on the verge of shutting down, but i made it restart because i wanted to savour more time. And the next thing i know, it was 7am. Tucked in and voila! I was late in waking up indeed, a mad rush, left me with no choice but to cab down to work.
Chitty chat chat with Rina on the mobile, laughing our ass of at my fantabulous video during our potluck party some time back. We love Wii!


I wanna roll with him, a hard pair we'll be. I'm not lying, am just stunning with the love glue gunning. I'll get him hot, show him what i've got.