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일요일, 9월 19, 2004
the days that have passed in quick succession have made me realise the precious value of time, since once it's gone you can't get it back. the past few sets of twenty-four hours have seen me enjoying myself muchly, and here are some of the highlights:





my bro and his brand new exercise contraption. i wonder which 'part' it strengthens? nice...




yikes, every woman should take care of her ovaries. next thing you know, there'll be uterus beautification services or something bizarre like that.





despite the positive hand signal, the drink in question (singapore sling) wasn't all that much to scream about. bleagh.





me telling a roppongi-ed mark about kz's clubbing exploits. :)





kz and me. another one to add to the metamorphosis of transition album. never mind that the background looks like we're in someone's living room.





the obligatory post-clubbing photo. from left, if you don't already know, mark, myself, and kz. we were taking pictures right in front of the entrance to zouk and no one stopped us, although at this point the three of us were a bit too tired and hungry to really care about much else. fingers crossed about our mugs turning up in one of those free mags that are very much in vogue these days though.





the brothers lim/kay. this was supper at breko's. one end of the world i must say.





anyone for hot baked potato? watch f.r.i.e.n.d.s. lah.





time of picture: 3:20 a.m. what is wrong with the picture: 1) mark still looks bright-eyed and bushy tailed 2) the items on his plate are (clockwise from left): croissant, sausages, tomatoes, baked beans and -- processed instant egg. *eewww*

all in all, quite a good weekend spent, and i'm still not ready to hang up those dancing shoes just yet.

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