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.Sunday, June 17, 2007 ' 11:48 AM x
Fuck. Our most boring outings ever. I hate hate hate this outing.
Being with you guys was definitely okay, since we had a good laugh
about Akif's attitude, Matt's donald duck's voice and my WWW tales.
What I barely seen the excitement was our outing ways. We shopped
for AKif's Toy Train. And barely get to look at clothes. We indulged
into so many Barbie Stuffs. And we ate at Sengkang.

Another part was, the dismissal time. None of us were being decisive.
Akif decided to go home. While Matt and I eagerly agreed to go to
Esplanade for snapping season. That is, if Akif is enthusiastic like
we do. Too bad he was period with his decision and me, finding that
it is absolutely brainless to just the two of us snapping pictures,
I told them that I will tag along with my mum instead. So Matt,
emptilessly hearted went back home. (But before that he went to
IMM and treat himself Burger King!)

WE HAD FUN TRAVELLING. Everybody loved us. We broke the silence of
the MRT cabin, know. We sang, cracked nonsensicals and blabbered
loudly. Which was why, no matter how boring the plan was, I still
love my darlings.

I finally got a Barbie Bag to complete my Barbie Stuffs which is my
pencil case and my make up bag. The only thing left is, M.A.C!
Oh, I met this guy who looked like Dito from Hikmah. I only
caught his side-view photo. What a waste. And remember the lady
with the moustache guys? And the two CUTE CUTE CUTE GUYS who
kept looking at our direction? The one in blue especially! I, melted.

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