Tuesday, December 05, 2006  4:37 AM
Spontaneous suppers, starlit skies
As Jan put it, holidays screw up your entire body clock. Which suits me fine, because I love waking up late with the sun in its midday glory and thinking about all those people that have already been at work for the last 4 hours. Suppers like those this morning are little things that will make me smile in years to come and it also affirms my status as a 20-year-old, and this is what we do - deciding to go to HK cafe at 2am in the morning with Jan's newfound driving freedom, although we concluded that her dad must have been dreaming when he let her take the car out so late. So after cups of' 'the best milk tea in HK', sichuan spicy soup and pork chop rice, after much laughing in sync and many conversation topics later, I'm finally home and waiting for my hair to dry.
The GG sleepover was another holiday special, like how Groundhog Day is always shown on New Year's Day - a definite must-have. It was a night of many unglamourous shots which will never see the eyes of anyone else other than the four of us, and we learnt to accept the truth of ugly photographs. I think I have successfully embraced it, judging from the horrifying tissue auntie photograph of myself which I would normally have deleted immediately. Of legs, butts and explosions, my trusty camera saw it all that night. And under the cloudless sky dusted with bright stars that night, we sat at the unofficial GG spot at Bench 1b and stared into the balmy night as we launched into trashy songs that we still remember the lyrics of and talked, never tiring of the same conversation topics that always come up inevitably. We have such hopeful plans for the future, backups we like to call them, although sometimes they sound more enticing than the normal ritual.
The morning after was funny. After much talk about waking up late, Gen insisted I stole her blanket and thus she was forced up because she was cold. On the contrary, I barely slept that night as well because I was too hot and I remembered kicking the blanket aside. With both tales told, we both fell sick soon after. We talked while Gen knitted, and blasted the music when we decided it was time to make Kate and Scarlett share the same fate as we did. A side note to anyone who has a sleepover with Miss Bian - Kate's a true pig, she doesn't wake up even to the blasting of Britney Spears. When she finally did wake up, we trooped down to Macdonalds with Kate and I under the disapproving eyes of many in our sloppy pajamas. Photos and sausage mcmuffins should really be made the official start of every day.
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