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Friday, July 04, 2008

I ended work at 1700hrs. Met Aisah and Hilma in the train and off we went to Bugis. Stopped by Sim Lim because I wanted to browse for my dream mp3. I was on cloud nine when I finally found what I wanted and the best part, it costed way more cheaper than I'd expected. HEEEH. For a year plus, I've been relying on my music phone. Then, we had dinner at Banquet and bumped into Nadhirah. She's still pretty as always. Went for a sheesha session afterwards. The waiter, recommended double apple flavour. It was okay. I like peach mint flavour better. When I got home, I was all psyched up to charge my brand new mp3 skali my charger was missing. Panic at the disco! I texted Aisah and Hilma to ask whether it was in their bags or not. Aisah replied, it was in the bag her alright. Hah.