The Village(s)
We didn't make it to watch the movie but we made it to two villages last night. Gulping down jugs of Heineken and devouring seafood at Fishermen's Village and later on, prata for supper at Changi Village.
The attendance: Fanny, Jerome, Shawn, Mel and me.
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To show how powerful my digital camera's flash is, here are all with our eyes closed.
Jerome, Mel, Fanny, Shawn and me.
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And so we thought we need some jugs of ice-cold beer and oily food to keep us happier from the blinding flashlight.
No, we didn't touch the chilli sauce.
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Later we decided that it would be nice to have a little drama production of our own. Drama queens we are, and divas we shall be.
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We even taught each others how to play with a fork.
Finished jotting down the notes, yes? Okay, now we will move on to Changi Village.
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If all that grease and beer in Fishermen's Village weren't enough, we headed to Changi Village for prata and teh tarik. Prata goes down well with bitchfest sessions. But half the time, Tuts (Shawn) was annoying the hell out of me by picking on what I said eons ago.
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Conclusion: We are homebound by 5am and it was quite a sleepless night well-spent (save for Tut's incessant niak niak!). The amount of food and beer we had will promise a big belly in no time. Hope to pull another drinking session together again.