Late night at Starbucks.

Ghost Of Girlfriends Past was kinda stupid. See, now nobody can accuse me of being an unfair movie critic, because as much as I am a hopeless romantic and sucker for chick flicks/rom-coms, I thought the movie really wasn't anything great. Just a lot of sex, (Matthew McConaughey is old gosh)

It wasn't even that touching. I teared just a teensy bit. Rachel failed to tell me that she had already watched it (Now, who the heck does that?) and only blurted it out at the ticket counter at Kallang Leisure. So we contemplated for a millisecond to watch Drag Me To Hell, but my horror-movie phobia did not allow it. So we watched Ghosts of Girlfriends Past.

I realised that besides having an incredibly low tolerance for alcohol (getting drunk on 5% breezer is terribly uncool) , I really cannot take too much caffeine. Drank the white choc frappe (can't remember the full name) and could only sleep at 2am. Slacked at Starbucks and laughed like hell with Rachel.

Today, guides the entire day. I am playing a bimbo in the campfire skit. Like ohmygod I just broke a nail. Okay, whatever. Bumped into Alethea twice with her choir friends at Eatz Culture and at Parkway later, with Risaaaaaa. I miss those guys.

Party at dad's friend's house at night, sourcream is seriously awesome stuff. Especially with sourcream Lays chips(: