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This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: Hey wait, don't the Alphabet Song and Twinkle Little Star have the same tune? And why did you just try singing both of them?
Thursday, 22 May 2008 AT 5:51 pm


Once again, tired.
But not enough to just plop down in my fabulous waterbed and drift off, it seems. Still, I am tired out.
It sucks when your parents have cars but refuse to drive them because they are environmentally conscious and "there is a straight bus to and fro town anyway".

Well anyhow, Wednesday I went back to school to meet up with Jel, Bren and Clap, went to Botak Jones for lunch, and then to Operation Crash Clapton's Crib.
For such a rich guy, his bedroom sure is tiny, not that I would complain if I was in his place. Okay well, maybe I would. But that's beside the point.
So we fiddled with his drumming whatever-its-called game and Guitar Hero, lazed around on his bed, annoyed him a bit, avoided his dad, read his Archie comics, annoyed him some more, used his iPod docking station to blast our songs, and watched him argue with Jelynn (which is better than watching cable tv, no shit).
Then we left his place in a cab, and got kicked out 3 minutes later because the cabbie was being rather annoying and the forever pms-ing Clap snapped at him. Nice one Clapton, good job, keep it up. So we had to walk (my new shoes bite, for heaven's sake) to near Sarina's place, for Jel and Clap to buy their betting tickets on the night's match.
After that, Clap left us for his friend, and we went to BB, split up there, and I headed back to Senja to meet Eve and Gen.

Cue Operation Sneak An Underaged Girl Into Zouk.
The three of us went to Cine Subway for dinner, then strolled over to Heeren and whiled the time away there. After getting rather pissed at waiting for Brenda, we went off to Great World and from there, Zouk to get our stamps first. Then Brenda finally arrived, but she had no fake id, so we had no choice but to doll her up first, and bring her to Great World McCafe. Two of her guy friends joined us and wanted alcohol, so we helped them to get their poison along with ours.
Walking back, Eve and I reminisced about the old days and sang our old songs, while Gen constantly turned around and told us to zip the singing and stop using the half filled booze bottles for mics. (I miss the days too, Evil!)
Brenda managed to borrow an EZ link card from one of Eve and Gen's acquaintances, and we helped her memorise the name, NRIC number, address and school on the card. She was so stressed out, and the rest of us in charge of bringing her in were worried too, but in the end we got really lucky and she got in without a hitch at all.
So all in all, we had a great night, so high! :D:D
The only spoiler was our moms. I don't even want to repeat what happened throughout the course of the day that concerns them. Suffice to say that I give in to these nosey women, and shall probably never go through the trouble of bringing an underaged girl where she shouldn't go next time.
(So wise up kiddies, I'm not in the market for this line any more, just you hurry and grow up, then I'll party with you.)


Today was another chillax day.
The family went out for the newest Indiana Jones (it was pretty damn good, albeit a little weird with the aliens), bra shopping at Paragon's La Senza (they're having a sale!), and had dinner at Sushi Tei (loved the Ikura Chawanmushi). Awesome.

And now I can sleep, hallelujah.