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Momentary bliss

Being with Aishah really brings out the worst of the drama queen in me. And this is no joke. We both could really make some scenes worthy of a known play (someday) HAHA! It's all in the name of fun, teasing each other and acting all stupid or dumb or crazy or even pissed, and we give no shit to the surroundings. This sounds really gay but I like being dramatic with her. Today we met up since she has a day-off from her idea of a hell hole, Borders, and we played a silly game of vocabulary. Like I said something like, "Ey, why must you disregard me because of an ice-cream (that she's eating)" and she claimed that 'disregard' is a strong word. Yet, on another occasion, she said "Yeah, I'm trying to decode you" when you can easily say 'I'm trying to understand you' HAHAHA. And we bantered on and on like that, using the best of our vocabulary. Like, from unique to unusual to exquisite and so on so forth. We're on a roll man. LMAO. Effing fun.

Anyway we roamed around the city and decided to see what was going on at the Night Festival outside the National Museum. And there was this firework display and it was a moment of awe for us, I think it could have been the best firework display I've ever seen because it felt so close and real, and the approach to it was fascinating as there were shooting fireworks.

Tres cool!

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And this 'falling' fire is really cool. The museum looks so alive.

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