A new discovery, the Hong Kong Tea House - better prices, pretty decent food and the large interior to boast of called for an unforgettable girls' night out complete with loud, boisterous laughter and gossip as well as a whole album of photos. With the exact same background just different expressions on our faces, we could very well have sat in front of a whitewashed wall.
I loved watching Mel dance. Somehow when your friend is up there on stage, and she's the best dancer and the star, it fills you with pride.
The photo-taking was hilarious - we were divas, we posed with utensils, we were each other, we were the boys, we were cute, we were sad - we love ourselves too much, coupled with the fact that we haven't had photo sessions like this in eight months. We made so much noise that the waiter came over to politely tell us to lower our volume because other customers were complaining.
It still is an encapsulation of a moment for me, these are the moments I live for when school gets disgustingly stifling, and these are the moments where I'm myself, and people love me for it.
Why don't these things form into paragraphs, damn it. I hate computers and html and codes.
