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If it's not too late for coffee

Went out with the most dramatic person who I can dramatize the most comfortable with, and whom, despite meeting up very regularly, I still don't get bored of. And yes, Aishah indeed has an eye for details also when it comes to shopping so I love subjecting my choice of shopping items to her scrutiny for further assesments (LMAO). So today's awesome! We then proceeded to the new scape just for Once Upon A Milkshake just to get our yummy Cookies & Cream milkshakes (but the tanjong pagar's branch has better ambience), and then we bumped into a group of musicians and they were strumming/drumming/singing away to COPELAND! Yes, coffee! Sorry, but I just HAVE to put the lyrics.

There's plenty of time left tonight
I promised I'd have you home before daylight
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like big city kids when the sun goes down

If it's not too late for coffee
I'll be at your place in ten
We'll hit that all night diner
And then we'll see

There's so many things I have to say
I'll stay up all night to hear about your day
We do the best we can in a small town
Act like kids in love when the sun goes down

There's a love that transcends
All that we've known of ourselves
And I'll wait for it to come
I'll wait for it to come
Well it's got to be strong to touch my heart
Through its shell
And I'll wait for it to come
I'll wait for it to come


Was contented with a couple of things I bought. But the best thing about today is that we chanced into a display of fireworks. Also, I am employed! Just till the end of this month that is, but it's better than earning nothing.

Friday night was awesome as well. Board games :)))))))

et toi, quoi de neuf?

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