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Memories Are Made of This

Got back to the apartment at around 5 this evening. The cabbie was really chatty. Has a professional certificate in IT it seems but loves driving so he's thinking of permanently having his own cab to transport people to and from airports. How convenient this has somehow worked out for me coz now whenever I need to get to the airport I have someone reliable to call instead of always having to get help from close friends.
Flight back was alright. Was seated next to a girl for a change.
Gave L a call as soon as I got back asking if anyone was hungry. By about 6 we were at McD chowing down burgers. 
After eating we wanted to head over to the pet shop but since today is Eid it was closed. Didn't want to get back just yet. 
Drove to Permas Mall where I found the place for a little something I need to get done at the end of the month after exams. Walked around a bit and (finally) checked out The Sugar Pantry.
Very chic Very nice. Sat down there for a while. Still didn't want to head back after that. 
Ended up driving into town to look for this bottled drink called Storm. The Zon didn't have it. So we came back with chocolates and a bottle of merlot instead. Hung out at Stulang for quite a while as L and S finished their bottle with chocolates. Talked. Observed. Panicked a little when my keys were missing.
Then we went drove around JB town looking for a good place to have ikan bakar. Drove and drove and drove. Finally found this Chinese place near a Shell station. Was really crowded even after midnight. Sat down and ordered some food. Wasn't too bad. There was some karaoke going on after this girl performed in the skimpiest of skimpy clothes. 2 men from the table behind ours started singing along to a chinese number. Followed by 2 other men from the table in front of us. And again back to the table behind us. And before I knew it, S and L requested for Adele's Someone Like You to be played and there I was. Singing. In a chinese restaurant. With about a hundred or so unknown people. 
I didn't have any drinks tonight. And I didn't try the cigar they bought to try out. So instead it was karaoke.
Lol.
And it was kinda fun actually. L took a video and at the end I beamed and gave her a thumbs up. 
After that on the way back I stopped at BP to pump air for the tyres. It was already around 2 in the morning. The newly opened Renaissance Hotel was just around the corner so we decided to check it out. Parked the car, went in, went up to the front desk and inquired about their rooms and room rates. Pretty damn reasonable for such a beautiful place. Walked around. Pool area was really nice and their gym is so well equipped. Dad would absolutely love it.
Got back at around 3.
It't now 4.35.
First thing I need to do when I wake up is mop the whole apartment. It's so damn dusty.
Very, very happy that my fishies are still alive. Left them with holiday food, a live plant and a little filter for two weeks. They actually survived. Now I have no idea what I'm gonna do for our three-week long break that's coming up. 
Tonight was nice.
Spontaneous, to say the least.
Memories really are made of this.

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