Wednesday, May 04, 2005

lesson #161: like sardines in a can

I'm carving my path out as a fortune-teller, and my first prediction is...


Ngiam ngiam ngiam... Zouk's gonna be packed as hell tonight ngiam ngiam...


I have a feeling it might come true, too. Will be going Mambo with the rest of humanity. (Sidenote: everytime I say Mambo, people always confuse it for Zouk/Mambo-Mambo and not Phuture-Mambo. Eh, honestly, I don't plan to frequent Zouk/Mambo until I'm at least 30.) But anyway, the yummy delicious sensation of sweaty arms and body parts pressing against me is kinda turning me off against the whole thing, so might just back out at the last minute and go home and play Shadow Hearts instead.


But probably not.


Eating a superbly, unbelievably, out-of-this-worldly sour mango now. I have to pause and feel my tongue every once in a while, just to make sure it's still there. When I say sour I mean s-o-u-r. You will never taste such sour mango again, because it's all inside my stomach.


Photos from Asoc dinner (no alcohol, and a buffet instead of an 8-course dinner about sums it up, I think).



I love my little pig.



Say oink, bitch!



G was much abused that night, even by Zhi!


He was feeling very sick that night. Can't tell from the pics, right? He's still recovering now, and yet he still managed to stay up 'til 3 am in the morning to create a video dedicated to me. He learned Windows Movie Maker in just 2 days! Sweet or what. And don't listen to him if he denies it, but I think he might even have had tears in his eyes when he showed me the vid! What a great display of love! (Of course, he can be a bastard too at times but right now he's lookin' good.)