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Wednesday, June 16, 2010 @ 9:06 AM
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My idea of a really cute couple. Teehee.

I'm gonna find a nice Coffee Bean and spend my day there.
I'll bring my laptop. Do whatever I can do.
I'll people-watch, and call those whom I know of.
If it rains, i'll order something warm and sweet.
And when it's hot again, i'll order my white chocolate.
My idea of a perfect day.

Yesterday, I had all the freedom to go out, like finally. Yet I chose to stay home.
Maybe cause staying home in the day and meeting him at night was like...
Ermm, kind of a daily routine. And then it suddenly changed.
I'll get used to it, I suppose. Although boredom was killing me yesterday.
The temptation of me meeting him was still there.
But I know I had to be strong cause he took my weakness for granted.
Yes, all this while, he took it for granted. He thought i'd come crawling back to him.
Think again!

So I was woken up early in the morning by that jerk.
He called me, still begging me not to go out and come back to him.
STOP IT LAH CAN? Aku nak tidooooooooo! I tried to sleep again but couldn't.

I created a new Mixpod playlist and I love it!
There's songs to dance to and songs to sing to.
I love the old school songs I put in (:
Enjoy!




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