Spying Couples, Partying and Mustafa Centre

I was at the kitchen window late one night, when I caught sight of a couple lovey-dovey-ing on the bench downstairs. I don't have fabulous eyesight, so I saw 2 guys instead. 

Hence, I spied a wee bit more and took a grainy('cause I zoomed in to the max on my lousy compact camera) picture. Nah, it wasn't 2 guys. The girl's just a bit full.

Anyways, back to late-night activities, went partying last Saturday. It was a boring night for me. I guess I was slightly perturbed subconsciously. Plus I didn't quite 'feel' the need to party. So I just had a so-so time.

HOWEVER, I did bump into unexpected people, namely, secondary schoolmates Jack and some others. I swear, it was fucking unexpected. I think I freaked out for a bit. Haha!... (But Jack, if you reading this, then it was nice to see you on Saturday night! And Eelen and Kenneth and whoever I missed out, too! Hahaha!...)

It was a full-fledged lazy day for me, too, so it was difficult to let loose and get high. Well, Taufiq got high, that's for sure. Remember Taufiq my online friend that I finally just met? (Rewind a couple of posts to read about it.)

I bumped into him at the club too. Apparently, he was damned high and crazy at that point in time. I think in low light conditions and perhaps under the influence of alcohol, people behave differently. No inhibitions and all... Haha!..

Later into the night, Ghani saved me with his call. 1 hour later, we were at Mustafa Centre!

O M G! Mustafa Centre is heaven, okay! I've really only been there once, when I NEEDED to get myself a discman. (Yes, I'm using a discman. Or portable CD player, if you'd like to call it. Old skool and vintage, right...) And it was at night. This time, it was MIDDLE of the night, since they're open 24/7.

To quote Ghani, “They have all sorts of junk here,” Which is pretty true. But junk is treasure to me, so Mustafa centre is more like a treasure trove to me.

Ghani and I were checking out cowboy hats and trench coats(they really DO have everything) when Jana called me for directional help. Apparently, she got herself stranded in Pasir Ris. But all was fine.

Little India is a nice place. I'm not racist, so I enjoy the place. Plus the best thosai is in Little India. I'm very glad it's near campus. I mean, even in my art school 'uniform', I'd still charge right into Little India and eat thosai with my hands, okay!