Knickers.

Courtesy of Jean.
Temasek Polytechnic, school of Business.
Diploma in Retail Management.

I speak my own words like phases of the baked moon. I live my own life like thunders of the monstrous storms.


Friday, January 30, 2009

Fishy barbecue for fisherians.

Remember I have mentioned earlier on about having a bad intuition. Well, yeah, it actually came just before the barbecue.
Lyn didn't really have the intention of going for the barbecue, but I managed to persuade her. Unfortunately, she had a last minute thing to attend to. Which means to say, she can't accompany me to the barbecue as well.
(Yes, I am making you feel guilty.)
So it made me hesitate whether to go or not. In the end, I went.

I arrived at around 2045 and Ash got out to bring me in. I was there for barely five minutes and I left the crowd, promenading and snapping some shots of the scenery. When I got back, Farhan told me to take random shots since I brought my camera along, and so I did.
(Pictures will be up soon!)

Anyway, Farhan loves prawns too. He kindly removed the shells for me and fed me those scrumptious prawns. Nadz kept claiming credit for marinating the prawns.

Then we played charades. Everyone had a turn at it.

So Kyril drove me and I arrived home slightly before 0300.

I know this isn't substantial enough, but I really can't narrate every single thing as they seemed to blurry to me now.



So till then, goodnight.

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