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After the night of live-lobsters-in-my-bathtub, I woke up the next morning and walked into the bathroom and felt like I lived in a what's-the-word? the...at the sea, where fishermen stay? erm. KELONG! ahaha. I've to stop for like 2 minutes to try and find the word. Seriously. I walked into the bathroom and still bleary-eyed, I sniffed the lobster-seafood-filled air. I had to blink twice at my surrounding to make sure I was not just walking in my dream into some kelong but truely awake. Then I remember last night. tsk.
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3:28 PM