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Friday, July 11, 2008

This would be the first time where I didn't fetch the army boy from the Pasir Ris train station. He already had plans with his bunkmates. Hah. I went to the library to return a book, watched some dvds, rolling-rolling on my bed, slacked around, slacked again and slackity slacked all the way, yo. Late night, army boy meets me under my block and off we went to the usual coffeeshop for our long missed teh tarik ritual :)



Worth the wait..