As the title suggests, it was definitely a lazy day for me.
1439
Lyn called, and woke me up from my sleep. She wanted to return my shorts to me.
1451
I rushed out of bed to get myself prepared.
1500
Lyn was at my doorstep.
1545
I left my house.
1550
I was at central with Nabilah Zaharah Shah and Nurul Ain Bin Mustafa.
It felt like it was such a lazy day and we merely chilled at E! Hub. We saw Ephraim and Lynette and managed to catch their attention, whilst waiting for Lynn Ang Yi Lin to join us.
1709
Jean: OH! Shit, shit, shit!
Nabilah: Why you shit?
Jean: Shhh, wait.
Jean: Shit!
Nabilah: Shit!
Nabilah: Now I know why you shit.
The three of us were at Fish & Co. Express when we saw Lyn walking past. I stood up immediately and grabbed my mobile phone.
Nabilah: Isn't that Lyn?
Jean: Ya, it's her.
I rushed out and frantically searched for her number to dial.
(Till now, I am still wondering why did I get so uptight then.)
We had our meals there, and thankfully, I had Lyn for company. Nurul Ain had to dash off to work, and Nabilah Zaharah had to get home early. So it was left with Lynn Ang and I.
Both of us decided to have some ice cream, so we ambled to Whitesands and settled for Swensen's. After satisfying our crave for fondue, we went up to Popular bookstore, and then to the library. This was when we saw Sri Nur Shazreen!
Isn't it a wonderful day when I get to meet people I missed so much?
B-R-I-L-L-I-A-N-T.
2000
I was back at home.
It was most certainly a short day and I was only out for four hours, thereabout. I wanted to stay out longer but nothing permits. I suppose I should just give my legs their rightful rest since I have been tiring them lately. My calves just hurt now. Poor things.
The night is still young, yet not quite beautiful.
Knickers.
Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.
I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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