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My weekend
Sunday, April 26, 20097:00 PM

It feel like ages that I've hang out with Nurul, so when she told me she's free after work last Thursday, I grab that chance and meet her in store and since Joyce was working morning as well, I asked her along. And ever since the moment we're out from the store, we've been bitching around. We walked all the way to my school to collect my cert, went to Ikea to find some stuff, to bugis since I'm craving my fried fish noodle than we walk to Suntec and than to Marina. Basically, we did a lot of walking (the very next day, Joyce came to store to get her stuff from her locker, with her leg all bandage up. That's what you get if you hang out too much with us :X ). Me and Nurul decided to do something crazy that day. We took the lift that was meant for the handicapp and as usual the moment me and Nurul saw Burger King, we sure to get our Hershey Sunday Pie and purposely sat in front of the mirror and drag Joyce along with us. Poor Joyce.

Lets meet once a week and do more crazy stuff.

I'm feeling extremely exhausted right now. Have not been sleeping since the previous night scared of not being able to wake up on time for work just now. Imagine, last night finishing work at 1.30 am, waited for the transport at 2.30 am and working later at 8 am all because of covering Ogie's shift (I know I can choose not to work, but I really have to just to pay my outstanding cell phone bill). But I'm glad he is able to accompany me the whole night and I truely thank you for that. I really do wish I could hang out with you longer and I hope you understand that I'm tired and I'm scared that I'll too tired to do anything with you. So, do... do... understand because I would want to enjoy every single minute just being with you.


I finally got the letter from MDIS that I have been waiting and lucky me, I got in. Yeah! What a relieve. I can finally not worried of not getting in. I was soo scared that I didn't get in due to my bad results. I so need to buck up in order for me to get my degree after that.

XOXO