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.Sunday, August 19, 2007 ' 1:05 AM x
180807 marks the day where the twins had an awesome outing.
(Oh, before I start, I just would like to point out that
I will be editing the blogskin again.) Anyway, back to my
happenings. We seized the day by starting off with shopping!
She wanted to get a bandana of her own for floorball, so we
hit the bustling life of Far East. We tried out different
shades, check out similar hotstuffs and well, we misbehaved.
Our outing was never fun without.. us being lunatics! We laughed
almost at every corner of the mall! We were completely crackbrained.
We bought ice-creams (Hers:Sweetcorn, mine:Chocolate ripple) and
surveyed the shops there. There was one point where I mistook
somebody with the same hairdo as Sheikh Haikel. It turned out
that she is a mother of two kids. (Gosh, call that embarassing.) We
then bought some gifts for her friends, or should I call them,
August Babies. In short, Far East outing was a blast.

We crashed the bay for the fireworks. But before that, we both
had a date at 2HOT halal cafe. She ordered some pasta, while I
ordered the Chicken Madagascar with Ubon. When the cute waiter
took our order, I did not mentioned the 'Ubon' part. I stopped.
He chuckles and noted down my order. While waiting, my twin
snapped some pictures. That was when we found out that her shirt
blends in with the cafe's table cloth! We shared our food most
of the time, me cutting pieces for her, and her giving me those
prawns.

After filling our stomach, we bought some junkfoods for the
fireworks. We met some students from our school, (me:current, hers:ex)
and yes, I hated it when I bumped into schoolkids. Oh, we booked a
spot near the ever-vomiting merlion. Our to-do list: Snap millions
of photos. We did, only it does not exceed millions. I explored her
Digicam, not knowing that she does not know what does the MENU do.
We took 16-continuous frames, laughing out loud like nobody's business.
The best part was, we both had to control our bladder before the fireworks
so badly! I knew I looked constipated the entire time. Despite all the
weak-bladder problem, she still made me laughed, rather sickly, ignoring
the spectators all around us.

After the oh-ness and the wow-ness of the fireworks, we scurried towards
Boat Quay Macdonalds to meet my mum and relatives. I kept on clinging to
her bag to prevent us from being lost. Near the fullerton was nauseating.
There were different odours, pushers and well, lanes. I climbed out of the walkway,
towards the one that are being covered with chains. (Singapore River.)
Maryam followed suit, and laughed. She actually meant a different thing
before my move. She told me to move to the end, not climb out! Well, the
climbing was helpful wasn't it, twin?

We hit the toilets at Macdonalds. The queue was darn long, and the daring
aunties infront of us, make use of the gents! The males are really lucky
people, since I think they only took around 3 seconds to dispose. Females,
are a bit of a hassle. Anyway, we headed home after eating. Papa offered
to drive us back home. Overall, 180807 was marvelous. Thanks cargoloads, Twin(:

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