tertiary fling was quite alright. the company was good, and drinks were free so they were good.
though the bum was in danger because the bum was right in the middle of a hip hop impromtu competition.
the bum and owner moved right out of there.
besides that, nothing too drama happened. we were all happy semi-drunk people except for one glen.
after a damn tiring day at lecture, me and that slarte (read: merlynn) decided to give tiffany's birthday surpise a miss and head home.
dinner was in a swamp. we ate at ah lam abalone at race course road.
food was fantastic. cept for the kong ba pao (they call it chinese bun! wtf)
but the place was gross!
we sat next at the back alley.
in front of us was the back entrance of the very seedy nightclub.
there were 23473497 cats in front of it which meant they were infront of us.
there were 23473497 x 34 flies and mosquitos feasting on us
there was a choked drain filled with cigratte buds (only one of which was mine ok) and
it stank.
it was eating in malaysia but twenty times worse. fucking gross.
we ate and ran.
then we stopped by watsons to dig our fingers into every single tester there was.
and discovered the wonderful world of ColorWorkshop (the makeup is dirt cheap.)
and decided to shop at THIS FASHION.
we bought things.
we bought things.
and discovered a side of our neighbourhood we never realised before.
a comic store
a organic coffeeshop
a community centre with digital tv
a play ground.
then she discovered my phone:
disgusting right?
