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Just got back from Faddy's birthday dinner. Happy 20th my longest best friend! (: Hope you like the dinner, our gifts and lastly the cupcakes of which some are squashed which I believe is kinda my fault in an attempt not to be seen by her and the 'escourt' while holding the box of cupcakes. So as Eva and I went down the escalators towards the dhoby ghaut platform, the eyes averted, spotted her escourt. Uh, busted.

First instinct: To always run in any situation. In any case the birthday girl won't have to see the birthday planners.
Reaction: Quickly turn around and CLIMB up the DESCENDING escalators while everyone else wanted to go down.
Result: Failed
Reason: Speed of escalator was way faster than personal speed to go against the direction

This is lol-worthy yes eva? Why am I always the one doing stupid crazy things in public?

And you know what's the worst thing? Faddy actually saw me running away! All this going against the intentioned direction of the moving escalator, bumping into people and having some cupcakes out of place, it's totally not worth running away!

Days flew this week. Friday was spent jokingly being at loggerheads with khai the whole night while aiman watched us verbally 'fight' and only able to give us too many 'last warnings'. Being with these two dudes, I can totally be myself, be it spewing profanities, fight like no one's business, get crazy. I am entitled to be their what they call "braders"? And I allowed myself to entertain how they could roam about in circles at Bugis just to get a cab. Excuse? Aiman's limping legs. Reason for meet-up? Finding aiman's much needed spongebob water bottle (I KNOW RIGHT). And time flew just by bantering, eating, and.. getting a cab. Wasted Friday night but I guess this is the kinds of things I can afford to do before semester starts.

And zomg, ion orchard is totally crazy. And it's crowded in every sense of the word. Unlike vivo city, it doesn't have an open atrium, I can forget all about navigating the whole place. Such a turn-off. The only plus is that they have everything in there, even PROMOD! Oh and saturday bbq for abg's graduation was nice reminiscing the days at Paaralang Pantao. Smashing time.

Sunday; wedding yada yada.
Need to get some sleep (:
Niights!

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