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.Wednesday, April 2, 2008@6:57 PM.

I know how it feels like being stood up. Been there, done that. Right now, I'm feeling super sucky. And of course VERY GUILTY! Though I know I didn't do it on purpose kan, I still feel very bad.

I had fixed a lunch date with Mr Far-East-Plaza. 12pm, Cityhall. Was so looking forward to it because Mr Far-East-Plaza is a very funny man. Hehehe. BUT, this little mademoiselle had to spoil it all because... she overslept! Or is it overdosage? Damn.

The MIGRANE MONSTER had attacked me at the wee hours of the nite semalam and I had pop my pills and went to sleep. I made sure I set my alarm so that I can wake up and then go for my lunch date. But hell no... I woke up, startled, look at the time - it was 1PM lah! I panicked! I smsed Mr Far-East-Plaza and rushed to get my shower. When I'm done, no reply from him. I called him and smsed him. Do it over and over again. Still no reply. "Oh dear!" I thought. Mr Far-East-Plaza must be really MAD at me. *sobs*

Then a while later... my phone rang...it's Mr Far-East-Plaza! We talked.. I apologised non-stop. I just dunno how to put it all right again. But Mr Far-East-Plaza assured me that he is okay and told me to rest instead. We are gonna set another day to meet up. *phew*

So the conclusion is, I am still feeling guilty. Macam mana? *slaps forehead*
Mr Far-East-Plaza, I make it up to you. I promise. Please check your organiser and let me know soon.








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