Perfect thursday

The day started early.
First, gotta head back to the shithole
a.k.a. Limkokwing campus
for the convocation's rehearsal.
Met lotsa familiar faces who attended
- sacha, don, didit, diah, brenda, nicol, desiree,
gabi, lingam (of course), faliq, lung, poh, becky, kris,
and lots more...
Miss lotsa familiar faces who didn't attend
- cindy (miss her), nicole , weeyang (ex-hubby).

It was surprisingly one of the least dumb event
that ever happened to Limkokwing.
The rehearsal was short.
They skipped the unnecessary details.
And we all got to sing Negaraku!
How nice...
*blink blink*






Later at night,
the weekly conclusion came in.
Where else but Ghetto on a thursday night?
Well, we missed 2 weeks of it.
This might be our last one before me and Lingam
leave to Melbourne.
So, we've got some serious partying to do that night.

A perfect Ghetto night will be:
Walking in without someone telling me
"I'm sorry miss, 21 and above only!",
or me telling someone
"omigod... is that the f*cking line?"
Podium hogging til my body's soaking wet.
Walking out without too many of Lingam's
never-ending Goodbyes with random dudes.
Lastly, satisfying my fried-chicken-fetish
and suck-til-the-last-drop Teh Ais
(from the straw of course).


Don't think captions for the names are necessary anymore.

Then, we head down to ss2 Bangkung,
because we wanted to drink more!
Pity, all the bottles at Lingam's place,
we were thinking of sneaking the bottles out.
But, no way of intruding unnoticed.

We were resorted to grab a few Tigers from 7-11.
Beggars can't be choosers.
Sam was there
- who I often practise my kutuk-ing skills on.
Viji looked lethargic. Could understand why.
Jus, as bitchy as always.





She was just snapping and snapping.
Freakily artistic.



The night ended at exactly 6.45 am the next day...
Everyone knocked out at 7.00 am.
PERFECT!