Sweet enough, meeting up with my nus batch girls has developed into a regular practice these days. Girls – Dinners – Gossips – Laughter, so Sex & the City. And the thing about us, we always know we who are.
Funnily, mocha frap has become our must-have over the trading of scandalous bitches. Back in campus then, coffee was just our perk up tool in that droning lecture theatre.
So, times change, and I see another new ‘BFF’ for us now – Miss Cocoa, Beans.
Oh, because next week’s a mid-break, I supposed we could get some tanned lines and mambo party over our exchange of stories again. Our Grand Copthorne dinner is still on the list as well.
our dinner @ soup restaurant
they got the nice backdrop for pictures
sweet for the sweets @ Bakerzin
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time for some Aly dressing up
been long such look resurface
dinner @ coffeeclub
gossip girls
haha awkward awkward awkward.
obviously we have lived past such mirror stage
Alright, besides all the femme tittle-tattle, I haven’t actually lost touch with the homme too. That would totally be out of the question anyway, for the ratio of my yin-yang chums is way skewed.
she reminds me of myself at times
get drunk all day long was our slogan for the night
Woooh, my life is interesting!
x.o.x.o you know you love me
Kiss my Royal butt
