All pictures stolen from Facebook.
Meet-up at Newton food court 'cause Jac was craving for hawker food.
Me, Jac, Erin.
Right before we were supposed to meet up, I texted Jac to ask us where we are going so that I can dress appropriately, just in case she has some posh dinner/drinks planned. She told me that we were going to the food court, and that she is just wearing shorts; there is no need to dress up.
When she came down to the hotel lobby, the woman was wearing a full chiffon backless maxi dress!! -___-
We went to Clarke Quay for drinks after that:
Gray striped flared dress with navy chiffon rosette neckline: Bangkok
Tan woven belt: Bangkok
Silver loafer flats: Zhuhai
Bag: Louis Vuitton
We went the Clinic, a tongue-in-cheek hospital themed bar. We are talking about hospital whites, colourful pills, syringes, drips, test-tubes and paraphernalia in all manner of the clinical!
Kevin having the cocktail from a blood bag attached to a drip that you suck through a straw; and Jac sucking on 'blood' from a stringe.
Empty syringes!
Giving our best druggie faces.
The best part of Clinic is the fact that instead of boring old barstools, we get hospital wheel chairs to whiz around! :D
Hahahaha, we were challenging each other to a wheelchair race.
Get set.. Off we go!
It's not easy to roll the wheelchairs using purely our hands... And once we reached the other end of the walkway, I had trouble turning the wheelchair so that I could move the opposite direction back to the starting point.
As I was struggling, suddenly a random guy popped out and pushed me back to our table and told me "Here you go.".
Damn shy! T__T
Pushed back to the table. T_T
Then the guys did their manly trash talk, and raced each other. And within 5 minutes, the waiters ran after them and pushed them back the table as well. Hahaha, push of shame wtf.
Giggly. :)
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