you've got me chewing my fingernails in suspense, thanks.

on the way to buona vista on bus 95...

alvin: so what time are you making the reservation tomorrow?

me: hmm? no need la, it's a weekday.

alvin: ok... hey, we'll book at eight ok?

me: *bewildered* no need to book what! and er... why at eight? *gets suspicious* what? what's happening at eight?

alvin: heh heh. dunno? *shrug*

me: EH! TELL ME! EHHHHHH.

alvin: ... be prepared to say yes tomorrow.

me: WHAT?! eh! what thing??? say yes?!

alvin: heh heh.

and then he refused to tell me more.

i should've just played the 'i'm pregnant' joke on him this morning. tsk.

TSK!!!!!!!!! I HATE WAITING LIKE THIS!!!! tmd. -_-"'

...

*gasp*

can't be MPC right??!?!?! *starts chewing fingernails*

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alvin chong, i'm going to smack you when i find out what it is tomorrow.