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Thursday, March 26, 2009, 1:55 AM
there isn't much happening right now more than the frequent meetings with boyfriend.
yes, you read it perfectly right. by frequent i mean twice/thrice in a week.
don't be surprised, well, pretend not to be. cause i'm trying to pull it off normally.
i mean, i can't ask for anymore than this and i feel so drunk in love.
really. that few hours, even the most retarded things that he does, it overwhelms me (:

right, i'm not supposed to get mushy.

so back to today.
boyfriend woke me up at 11 so that i could make my way to his workplace.
being me, i delayed and ended up there around 2.
the fear of getting lost somewhere in science park was a major bother.
i'm a girl and i have bad sense of directions. i admit.
but it doesn't help when the person directing you suck as well.
eventually i found my way and the first thing my dearest toot said when he saw me, 'you look antique, like you're in the eighties.' grrr.
did i mention, i bought him two tongue thingy. i don't know what's it called? bar-bell? how do you spell it?
this is where i should mention, i finished my pay too (: within a day.
back to the point.
we went off to our usual hangout, spent some 'quality' time for two hours.
it's time we find a new hangout!!
we had early dinner before parting on our own ways.

i think we might meet again on saturday. =P might.

& tomorrow. another day of mundane routine plus tuition.
the only good thing is. it's pay day, baby! (:



i fall in ♥ with you, over and over again.