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Friday, December 08, 2006

Finally! A chance to blog, after days of freaking lags and lost patience.

Well, prom was DISAPPOINTING. It was nothing more than a cam-whoring marathon, and really a glamorous way of saying goodbyes. And I suppose it has a practical function, being a portal for us to take photos. Otherwise, it was dead boring.

The food was so-so. The shark's fin was fine, the fish was fine, the dessert was fine... but not much more. But I have to be grateful. I heard from Azlyn that the Halal menu was fried rice. Oh my gosh, go all the way to the hotel for something you can get at a hawker centre!

The worst thing was probably the mood. People were horribly unenthusiastic. I was looking forward to the dance, but after dancing for maybe two minutes, I got dragged off by my friends, who wanted to go to the pub. Waah!

I'd post photos, but I'm not free now. I'm flying off tomorrow (it's only Malaysia, so don't get too excited), and I haven't finished packing yet. By the way, anybody wants any souvenirs? Tell me okay! Yeah, that's it for now. Hopefully I'll get to blog when I'm at my grandparents' house. Ciao!

♥ The lights faded at 9:39 pm