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16.2.08

Woke up at 7.30 AM.
Rolled around till 8.45 AM.
Showered, got dressed and waited for Nicole's mum to come pick me up.
We watched PS. I LOVE YOU at Tiong Bahru.
Loved every moment of it.
We had the whole cinema to ourselves.
Did lots of crappy stuff and laughed over retarded reasons.
Until En Zhao hit Vanida's face while throwing her HER own shoe.
That was stupid.
Then we had Flag Day.

I woke up at 9 PM.

Looked at myself in the mirror.
Heard the car door slam.
Picked up the comb and let it run through my hair.
Tangled, Herbal-Essences-smelling hair.

10 PM.
Got milk and cereal.
Sat down in front of the TV.
Switched it on.
Closer on Channel 5.

11.19 PM.
Still watching Closer.
. . .
dot dot dot
There's church tomorrow.
Laura keeps signing in.


But I'm beautiful too.
Look at me.