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Saturday, February 28, 2009
3:57 PM
Say awesome blossom in one second.As an opener to my entry,
EXAMS ARE OVER! SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!!
Anyways, we didn't make it to Powerhouse yesterday cause Que said they're playing some stupid electrohouse music which I obviously don't favour (pardon me electrohouse fans!).
BUT we did make it to Rebel, though. Heard that they play really good hip hop/rnb music every night of each week. So, being the girl that I am, my team of 6 plus boyfriend and his friends, headed there. I must say, the music is not bad. But the space uh, I tell you. Can die you know. And all my friends had terrible grinding experiences by some psychotic bastard that probably has this on his 'things to do before I die' list.
Some overdue pictures of our little gathering at Timbre and Rebel. Better see each and every picture okay? I photobucket it until so much just to resize it to viewing pleasure. I took an hour for all this shit. Till then, JOY TO THE WORLD! Exams are OVER!!!! Take out you mower! Eiffel Tower! POWER! Hehe.
Her heels are gorgeous right?
Candid shot. Look at my face. It looks so weird. Sharon has that 'what's going on?' look.
The food is damn nice! And its free.
This stilt-walker is a creep, I swear.
When we just arrived. Clean and proper and pretty. Hair all nice nice.
No, no. This picture was not edited. It came out the way it was taken. Cool shit right? 
After dancing. Wet and sticky and sweaty. Look at how my hair plastered on my face.
How wet was I? Wet enough that a random stranger outside 7-eleven actually proclaimed 'Mak kau, pompan ni mandi kepe?', which ultimatly means in English, 'OMG! This girl looked like she just came out of the shower!'
