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Friday, November 14, 2008
WAHAHA

I was feeling a mix of happiness and nervousness (Don't know whether I phrashed this correctlY -.-). I felt mOre nervous than when I was presenting my OP or even when I was playing a solo dUring a band concert. At the same time, I was literally jumping around my house in joy like some retarded, over-groWn kid (Not litErally!). It was the same feeling I had just outside the O-hub.

I got ready and all by 6:30pm exactly. Checked and re-checked to make suRe I wasn't "drEssing up" too much. I had everything planned out in my head (BBad choice though... Should have wrotE down on a paper or something). So I mAde sure I had enoUgh money, made sure I wasn't forgeTting anything, and made sure I dIdn't get too sweaty.
Took a bath like 2 times too. Washed my face with soap 6 times to try to get the ugly pimple on my face to disappear.
I also kinda made a list in my head (Again, a bad choice) on where to go, what to do and stuFf like that if there was time left before leaving my hoUse.

So, I reached the pLace by 7:20pm-725pm. Went up to the rendezvous point and waited like 10-15 minutes. We met at the rendezvous point and as soon as we did, everything I planned and whatever vanished into thin air. One word to describe; Beautiful/pretty/gorgeous. The glasses look uglY?! No they don't! And its impossible for the wEarer to look ugly =). The word ugly and your name together would be an oxymoron. Same goes for my name too HAHA!
Ya so since the plan I came up with vaniShed, I can't say that everyThing wEnt accoRding to plan AND everything didn't go accorDing to plAn haha.

We bought tickets to 007: Quantum of Solace and still had around 30 minutes to spare. I started hating the place cuz there were no place to shop around and stuff. In the end, we just got chips from the supermarket to smuggle in the cinema. Yeah, so after that was movie time alreadY. Really should have ate dinner first before watching, but again, I didn't want you reaching home so late even though there were no curfews. I can't be selfish (Nicer way of saying XD) =)

I have to say, the movie was better than the first one. No scene where James Bond gets his balls bullwhip-ed over and over again though.
The new bond is too aggressive too... My ideal James Bond image is the Pierce Brosnan-as-James Bond image =).
And I'm damn stupid! Jacket/sweater just HAD to be in the washing machine TODAY!!... OMG. I'll bring my sweater along everywhere, everyday even though I'm wearing long sleeve... Or hell, even though I'm going to a freaking desert.

There was a little plan change after the movie. We didn't get to eat after the movie cuz the potato chips and the popcorns did the job. Ya, and so in the end I got to find out where your house is.



Thank you so much for making a normal day one of the most happiest days of my life! =)
Hope it won't be long before the next one? =P.

P.S. 3 Ferrero Rocher per week!


SHUT UP.
9:10 AM