Always Part 2

I went back to the Harry Potter Exhibition, with Xinyi this time.

Yes, I had to get that out, make it clear. You see, I'm not feeling too well at this moment. Pounding head, bunged-up nose, the whole nine yards (I never really understood that phrase) and the icing on this extremely fattening cake is that I have lost my voice. Seriously, when I force myself to croak something out that vaguely resembles human speech I sound like a guy. Sexy husky voice and all.
=.="

BUT before I digress (again!) I had to talk about the HP Exhibition before I forgot all about it! Yes, I went with Xinyi, on one of the rare days that we got to meet up (she's in JC, I'm in poly, when she has holidays I don't and vice versa).

It was good to meet up with her again, especially after so long, and as always, we made sure to wear something nice when we met up! We hardly ever get to meet up so when we do, we always make sure that we wear something (think dresses or skirts) and put makeup (yes, MAKEUP).

I'll let the pictures do the talking (sorry if they're in really bad quality, though Xinyi's phone produced better pictures - they'll be the clearer, brighter pictures).

This way to the Harry Potter Exhibition.
This way to home.

Snapping photos of EVERYTHING like a tourist hehe.

The flying Ford Anglia.
CAN I FLY THIS TO HOGWARTS OR.

Description of the flying Ford Anglia.
Personally I think it should have read "Displayed with permission from the Ministry of Magic and Weasley Family".

Trading cards gathered from the chocolate frogs we bought.
I swapped Xinyi my Madam Pince card for one of her Madam Hooch cards (she had one extra and didn't want it).

As teenage girls are wont to do...
CAMWHORE.
And Xinyi's not really THAT much taller than me, she was just in heels that day.
Hee!

Xinyi with her chocolate frogs. Whoo!

Obligatory toilet-camwhore pic.
WHY IS THIS SO GRAINY KILL ME NOW PLS.

Finally tried going out with eyeliner and lipstick for the first time!
Pretty happy with how it turned out. Heh.

We had a blast at the exhibition, even though the both of us were pretty drained (me from work, her from mugging - she IS in JC after all), and we spent about 2 hours at the exhibition (but who cares, right? It didn't even feel half as long!), and I GOT SORTED INTO RAVENCLAW (I swear I'm a Griffinclaw though - if you get this you're awesome), and we spent a lot of time chatting over coffee (We're girls. We haven't seen each other in ages. Chatting is required in large doses. Deal with it.) before finally having to head home.

I really hope we can hang out sometime SOON. Like seriously, it's too long before we usually meet up...

Comments

  1. XinyiOctober 8, 2012 at 6:22 PM

    You look gorgeous in the last pic! ^^

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    1. CyanideOctober 11, 2012 at 3:46 PM

      Awwh thanks! ^^
      And you're too pretty hehehe ;))

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