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How daft. The Internet connection is down for awhile. And I’m typing using the wordpad, since I have so much time in the world right now. Heh.

Anyway, yesterday’s dinner with that rich friend of mine is so intimidating. Which means, me and another friend have to behave. Boring. I didn’t know his mom brought in some rich ang moh clients to dine with us at this Italian restaurant. The guy who sat beside me is from Manchester and he looks like Alex Ferguson. Haha. The place is amazing; ambience is great. BUT the food sucks. I had some grilled swordfish fillet and it sucks lor. The fish is too dry and hard. Eeeck. But I like the garlic pizza appetizer though. Yummss. J I told cavin not to bring us to such expensive places next time. Even if he treats us to mcdonalds, I’d be more than happy to have that. But, he loves fine dining. But I don’t like the fact that he always pays for our dinner. after that off we went to cavin’s place to chill for awhile, listen to some music and talk about some business proposal he had for me. Then he sent us home. Sigh. Great friend, nice house, snobby mom. But who cares.

Oh yea, I finally got my baju raya with sabri on Saturday. Geylang is scorching hot with crowds of inconsiderate pple. We just quickly grabbed the nicest and most affordable piece around and we exited that damned place in an instant. Oh yea, eulyn. Even though I bought my baju at First Lady, and there’s gonna be loads of duplicates walking around, I STILL WIN HANDS DOWN. *wink* hehe..
Finally the internet connection is up. Thank goodness.