damaged tape.

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Sunday, January 27, 2008 9:46 am

exhausted.

My aunt overslept so she will be picking me up later at around 10.30 to the clubhouse for my swimming lesson. For the moment, I have some time to spare and I don't intend to mug. Crazy.
I guess I should some what thank my lucky stars for what they had done already. For the past three days, I lunched at such nice places. Haha. Thursday was at Bakerzin, Friday at TCC and just yesterday, at Cafe Cartel.
My decision to join the rest for lunch yesterday was a last minute thing. The reason being I was so apprehensive at first was because the place we were heading to was in the north. I am a predominately East-West-Central creature. North is foreign territory. Bad. But then again, feeling adventurous, I went there. I so happened to be the earliest as well and so I just did some window shopping at Adidas and Espirit. Nothing much. The most damning thing was, I actually took like 20 minutes to locate where Cafe Cartel was in the entire J8; in the end, it turned out to be so near from where I started my search from. Damn.
Dewei soon arrived shortly and we chatted. Then came Sittichai and finally, Jonathan. Tan-chin said that she would be late.

Lunch was good. I took that chicken noodle thingy which name I have forgotten. It just tasted good larh. Others had their fish and chips and all. After the meal we started talking. But then again, the topics which a teacher and her bunch of 17 year old graduates could talk about are really quite limited. Hmmm. After about 20 minutes, Mrs Tan footed the bill and we headed off. I thanked her via sms. Haha.
Sittichai had to run so he left. That left Jon, Dewei and I to kill a few hours before we head back home for dinner. Both Dewei and I didn't want to head home so early. These few days are after all the last few days we can truly unwind before all hell is set loose back at VJC. We settled for pool but Jon bailed.
I shan't comment much on pool just that I still suck as always. I only managed to win like 3 games out of the many that we played. I stress the word many. Then I made an analogy, that my game of pool is likened to the gr___ cr_____. Hmm.
Well, I need to go munch on breakfast. Ciao.

this used to be a funhouse. But now it’s full of evil clowns.