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Friday, August 12, 2005

+ huda: the Passionate One

Umm.. ummM!!! after work today i headed straight to boat quay's TCC with the finest ladies from Drew.. yup. chilled. chatted. no ok. i didnt chat. i smiled and listened. yes. so their topic was what again? those dirtywirty bedroom details. HaLLooo!! think they ALL totally dismissed the fact tt i'm only 20 (hence a minor by law) and i'm a Mary. the whole session lasted for 20 mins... sigh~ i got bored. simply tooo much evil for the night.

Nevermind. i did what i had to do. to focus my attention on the patrons and of course, the shirtsy waiters but pretend that i am enjoying the conversation. i ordered the usual, Sea of Passion. Something tells me that i'm paying tonnes more for just 5 sips of Sprite. *snorts* and i had a moussefied chocolate cake to go along with the sprite.. YUmmmm!! Feels like Hari Raya!

Left the place at around half past 8. quickly rushed home and settled on the couch. i'm sooo done for the week. completely drained from work. my friend called earlier. dragging the idea of talking on the phone tonight cos i'm feelin mentally sleepy. its past 12am now. and i've not showered. thank goodness the Cool Water still sticks. or i would have killed armies of insects with a lift of the arms.

Feelin quite sober now. One of my dad's chubby goldfish died today, August 12 2005. The name's Sir Alpha. May his soul rest in peace. We love you.