It seems pretty magical

Friday, December 5, 2008, 3:43 AM

Long post, but worth reading:D

Suntec City, Raffles City, Millenia Walk and I-dont-know-where-else-more, TODAY.
My leg's are dying, I think they died, I dont know. 7 hours of walking, CAN DIEEE.

Was SUPPOSEDLY to meet Geraldine (Gerry, for short) at Pasir Ris platform at 10.30am. HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAH, funny story, I woke up to a bad hair day, so I had a HARD TIME dealing with it, Dad asked me to eat Prata for breakfast (SHEESH!) and I came across a cat when I was walking towards the MRT so I had to stop by and admire it for awhile.

HAHA. Reached there at 10.45, with both of us at the different end of the whole platform.

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Iffa: Dude, where are you?
Gerry: I'm at the platform. Where are you?!
Iffa: At one end of the platform. You?
Gerry: YEAH ME TOO.
Iffa: THEN TURN AROUND DAMMIT!
Gerry: Okay. (2 secs later) I JUST MADE A 360degrees turn!
Iffa: OMGGG!?!!?!

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Hahaha, so when we saw each other, we ran like a bunch of people who haven't seen each other for ages or something. Had a HARD TIME taking a secret picture of her in the MRT, and turned out, I actually caught MANY unglams of OTHER people. I have such talent(:

Laughed all the way, dropped her phone(on purpose, MUAHAHA. Kidding, not. KIDDING) and for revenge, she poked my phone's lens!): Hurt. Hahah, sms-ed Dayna blah blah blah, met her at Raffles City place-ish (OH, IM NOT FAMILIAR OKAY?!)

Difficult, choosing WHERE to eat. Breadtalk (Gerry, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! I guess her desperation for bread just hit.), some random pie and coffee place (EX-PEN-SEEV), Gloria Jean's blah blah (saw two love birds making googly eyes at each other, get a room dammit), American Ribs (HAHAHAHAHAHA, stoopid us), foodcourt(Not bad), Kenny Rogers, (We can share, which will be CHEAP and GOOD but Gerry disapproves) and FINALLY we chose one.

I cant remember the title of it though, all I could remember, I will NEVER eat there again. I burnt my arm!): No kidding, it was really painful. And I applied ice at the WRONG AREA. HAHAHA. I figured that, 'Eh? How come the burnt one doesn't hurt?' And I squeezed it and there's no apparent pain. GEEZ. Then I found another bruise, AHA, the REAL one.

And lesson learnt, never pass Gerry sauce ever. Burnt. TSK. Not a good way to injure yourself. God gracious, the scar is still here):

Walked around more, went over to dont-know-where and yeah, ate Frolick. OMGGG:D It was so good, we each had 2 servings. Candy-empire, made fun of the EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF SALT in that bag of pretzels. I swear, it's a straight ticket to kidney failure.

THEN....we saw something...
Embarassing.
I'll continue this LATER, give your eyes a break. Cos I don't think you wanna read sucha long post(: