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so she says;






waitin' for you three o'clock in the morn'
Tuesday, April 03, 2007

the weather was good.

the day started rather well.

no jam (:

i wore my favourite white dress with flip flops.

had a pretty good 3 hours.

turn down desmond's lunch with a little excuse.

head to the bank.

everything's well. (:

and then.............


i saw tons of tiny puddles of water ahead of me.

i scanned around the busy street for other paths.

to my horror,

this is the only route.

i tell myself i will walked with extreme care and everything will be fine.

finally,

i let out a sigh of relief because i have succeeded, (i cant believed i cause a slight human jam)

to cross.

and then,

a tap on my shoulder.

i turn to a man.

he pointed at my dress.

the back, to be exact.

DAMN.

the rest is history.

came home and tell anthony. he said he knows how its like. he dont know man. stupid. he was... "no, morning's weather's good. wait for maid to cook, eat and go sleep." prolly his flu makes him into a siao ding dong. i guess what goes up have to come down. i mean i just turn him down because i really need to go to run an errand besides he has to fly back this evening. moreover, he is still coming back to visit us. we can always lunch again. agh!!! karma. alright. half of the journey back, i was swearing and regretting for not lunch-ing.

@4:00 PM