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    And it's prom night baby.

    Tuesday, March 16, 2010
    3:05 PM

    And 12th March came the night at Traders hotel, which marks our ABE Annual Dinner and Dance.

    So the dinner was supposed to start at 6pm and alot of us reached only at like 7:30pm.

    And it didn't even start yet.

    All in all, it was a really sweet night of good fun and laughs, and only, the idea of graduating from this institution of 3 years starts to set in.

    ):

    Kind of wished I had been more involved in school and the classmates but, oh well !

    To the future right? 


    A picture with the girls. Fan, Kiat Hua, me and Kai Ling.

    The theme for the night was Red Carpet and everyone looked soooo good. All glittery and fancy.

    Games were interesting and it was nice to see people from other parts of the school too.



    Skye, in the spotlight and so many girlies cheering him on for one of the segments.

    Woohooooo ! So many supporters la. 

    Note that his costume was all DIY. Talented one la he.


    And our luckyluckylucky girl, winning the Wiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

    After the dinner, it was alot of photo taking with the classmates. 

    Not putting up alot of photos here. Just some for keepsake's sake? (: Since there's already such a pile on Facebook.

    Ms Rajes ! Though I've always been late for her classes and always upset when she doesn't take my attendancES, (: she's still an adorable teacher la.

    And no. I'm not just saying that cause it's the last day. Lol.

    Yes, as Kai Ling put it, project mates. 


    And Mr Ong.


    ************

    To the second part of the night. 

    At the end of the dinner, after much debate on which club to hit, we finally decided on The Arena !

    Haha. Something else for once.

    I was so excited when I met Xiao Han there ! Seemed like alot of the Business side were heading to the same club too.

    And clumsy me, dropped Xiao Han's new phone within seconds of seeing her. Lol. Still guilty till now can.

    Here's a photo credited to her blog and awesome new camera.

    It must be photoshopped to death la ! Lol ! 

    Cause I was sweating like crazy by the time I reached Arena and my hair was in sucha sticky messssss.

    (: 

    The taxi uncle who drove Pang Cheng and me from Traders " dOOOn't knOOOw where is Zirca leh". 

    After I got off at Clarke Quay, PC cluelessly and innocently trusted my lousy sense of direction (to much of my confidence insistence), and we ended up walking for a good 10 minutes and asking at least 3 people for directions before we met up with the rest. 

    Haha !

    And photos from within of course !

    Thanks to Ruizhang for all the photo taking. 

    I know. My classmates loves the camera. Not me laaa. Lol !




    And after a few rounds of Vodka (okay la. few rounds for them), and time on the dancefloor, I was probably downdown.

    Sexay sexay people they are.


    And her very pretty red dress that stood out amongst all our black and darker hues.

    Later later at night when the heat starts to kick in and PC finally decides to take off his shirt.

    Skye was so cute tipsy la ! Smiling and blurrr all the way. 

    Must have been the Martell the nicked from theother table. Naughtyyy huh.

    (:


    And as Pang Cheng put it so simply, another night of drink, drank, drunk drama ends.

    Probably the best way to finish up a prom yes? (:

    Despite the HORRIBLE hangover the next day that made me return home halfway to work, it was aloooot of fun and. Seriously, my world was spinning so uncontrollably the next day, but, I'd do it anytime again with you guys (this is obviously after hangover talk la).

    Lol !

    Will miss you guys alot. 

    The dozing off in class.

    The anxiety before a project is due.

    Lunch at FC 1 and 2.

    Rushing for a late class.

    Everyone complaining on Facebook before a paper.

    And of course, who can forget our awesome Hong Kong trip ! 

    Haha. That's pretty much our 3 years in a nutshell.

    Until Graduation Day you all !

    It's gonna be a good March !

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