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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
#291


My dad went to service his spoilt Motorola V9 that day. So we went to Cathay, (the one next to Plaza Singapura) to fix it. My brother was hungry, so he went to get hotdogs from Hotdog factory.


This is his order, Swiss mushroom. My poor 2MP camera doesn't do it much justice, sadly.

Mind you, things there ain't cheap. ):

That hotdog costs $5+

After that we went to eat at Newton.

The food there's not bad, afterall, it being Newton.

Ordered Hokkien Mee, Char Kway Teow, Fish soup, BBQ-ed Stingray, and Sugarcane drinks.

Had a very satisfying dinner. (:

All this while, Vin and I were smsing about some -coughs- things.

For one, it was the teletubbies, plastic surgery, and some weird stuff.

In fact, she had teletubbies running through her mind, along with plastic surgery no doubt, the whole day.

):

If I should disclose to you our sms-es, you'd probably think we're sick up there.

Anyways, XY AND VIN SAID THAT THEY WERE WORRIED ABOUT MY FUTURE OTHER HALF.

Shouldn't they be more concerned about me? ):

Thus, I whined, and through that, got to know of XY and Vin's matchmaking plans.

So, that's what they're planning after school.

Scheming people.

It's the O levels this year, and I've made it clear that no, I want no guy.

They think too much lar.

Both of them too free already, must be. So I should get them to go out with me sometimes, if not they plan weird stuff.

/randoms

And I hate how dusty I am whenever I emerge out of the darkness of the workshop.