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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

I met the boy in the afternoon because he just came back from camp. Followed him to get his ezlink fixed at Ang Mo Kio and we had dinner at Ramen Ten. This time, I let him sit on the "sofa seat". Heh. Thought of going to Fort Canning but we didn't. Went to the usual coffee shop and hung out at my place. By the time it was midnight..my dad, two brothers and I went to level eleven to see fireworks from JB. It was beautiful but too bad the boy didn't get to see it because he was asleep.