Supper at Simpang's Spize with two budak-budak glamour.
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Qee & Zee. Modern dance maestros? Cirque Du Soleil ringmasters? NDP rehearsal showstoppers?
Actually, my sister Zihan and her friend Aqilah. A couple of giggly 15-year-old Bedok Greeners who refused to remove their SYF make-up post-performance. They even had glitter behind their ears! I'm guessing they'd be producing glittery boogers for at least two days after this. Heh.
And I, in my GAP sweats with my husband, in his apek sweats, look like their worn-out dance instructors. Reality has it though, that we can't swing to save our lives.
At Simpang. At midnight. On a weekend.
There goes our street cred. With a glittery farewell.

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