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.Sunday, August 26, 2007 ' 7:58 PM
& my story begins

I'm back, I'm fine, and I'm exuberant!! Ok.. There was some MINOR dispute that made me feel like jumping down, seriously. Thanks to my cool and collected mind, I was able to ensure my safety, though I did stare into the thin air for an hour before talking. To myself.

Friday I met Fanny at Glutton's Bay, which she mockingly said was not a restaurant. Then we went to the bayside and chatted a while. She wanted to go Haagen Dazs, but was deterred by the lack of money. Or, undeterred, whichever way you see. We went up, and she asked me to pay for the service charge cum GST, which was just to fleece our money. Despite our 'pool of money' , our combined money, we were still short of a few dollars. *So embarrased* We then went out to get the takeaway.

Next stop was Fullerton Hotel, where we explored the place inside out. I 'kope' back this bottle of bath foam at her suggestion. HAHA. But even though it's only one, it was still nice and fragrant. The 8th floor was also a nice place to chat, though it seemed forbidden and I felt so restrained. She kept saying ' It's not illegal for us to be here!'

Her mum drove us home (me to Potong Pasir station) and I got home at 11 plus. Surprisingly, no one called me all the time asking about my whereabouts.

Saturday I was TRICKED!! *OMG* It was the finals of CSS2 and the WICKED WITCHES OF THE WEST AND (god knows where) didn't tell me!! Imagine my shocked expression when KCDC told me the final 2 was out. zz. *arms shaking and whole body flailing*

Go to KCDC's blog for more pictorial updates then. Still in the midst of collecting my body parts due to excessive emotional attacks.

Speaking of which, some portions should be thanks to the extra people who thought they were contributing in a MAJOR way but were in fact adding to the nonsensical-ness of the script. Where were you guys when we needed people to help?? Just waiting and deciding to EDIT when it was supposed to be done?

How wonderful.

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