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Saturday, October 10, 2009

(500) days of summer : is no love story.

caught that with krys just now at cathay.
before that studied at starbucks.
before that lunched with her at airport.
seriously, we were trying to kill time and she needed to sit.
and she chose yamaha of all places.
so we sat at the keyboard. and started playing.
crap it was like the uber pro guy at the baby grand nearby, exchanging looks.
and i am barely anywhere his standard. i havent played in ages.

(500)days of summer taught me a lot. much more than the ugly truth.
at least. it's more realistic. it's what happens. it's how people feel. especially when it isnt a happy ending.
but seriously, the ratings werent wrong. it is freaking nice. but well, maybe its also cos i feel for the guy, sentiments exactly.

thurs had lecture.
then met wanlin.
went to haji to help her hunt for dresses. but to no avail.
walked to bugis it didnt quite work. other than the one from dorothy perkins.
so we ate. quite a lot of things happened.
her friend came. we went sheesha together.
this time her friend got a new place. and the place is nice.
just that the sheesha tasted weird.


mugging is madness.
and i still feel my hair's weird. bah.
shorttttttttttttt.


and omg. the electric guitars are tempting.
and thanks fahms for the acoustic guitar. :D i love it. but i still feel bad.
and no i havent opened the paramore cd. i feel guilty.

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