The Aftermath
On Thursday, after all my joyous meetings with friends, I went back home to rest. In the late evening, I called Mark and found out that everyone was meeting up at the Esplanade. Filled with a sudden desire to take the extra step and have yet another long-awaited meet-up, I took a taxi down to meet them.
Two hours later, we were once again suckered by Mark into a late-night L4D2 session.
At 3am, Mark took a cab home, while Kader and I decided that we didn't want to part with money for cab fare, and thus chose to lie down on the benches in SMU like vagrants.
At 5.15am, we walked down to Plaza Sing and bought some 7-11 food. I've never been so glad to see a 7-11 open before in my life.
At 6.15am, we took the train home.
... Ugh. Haha. I'm too old for this shit.
"Your Facebook account would be missing something if you didn't have Cass as a friend."
Two hours later, we were once again suckered by Mark into a late-night L4D2 session.
At 3am, Mark took a cab home, while Kader and I decided that we didn't want to part with money for cab fare, and thus chose to lie down on the benches in SMU like vagrants.
At 5.15am, we walked down to Plaza Sing and bought some 7-11 food. I've never been so glad to see a 7-11 open before in my life.
At 6.15am, we took the train home.
... Ugh. Haha. I'm too old for this shit.
"Your Facebook account would be missing something if you didn't have Cass as a friend."
posted by moet at 8:54 AM
1 Comments:
that day was a very bad idea man. very bad.
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