Thursday, December 15, 2005

lesson #257: playing catch with VVVV

I turned on my computer and went online with the intention of writing something for my blog, but I ended up chatting with VVVV for a hell of a long time! Time really flew when you're catching up and just talking about everything under the sun. We expressed our disbelief at certain wonderful things, laughed over the more ridiculous things, and shook our heads 'no' at all the cheapness this world offers.

But anyway, I'd actually wanted to complain about the weather today, it being scorching hot. Never before had I witnessed firsthand the incompatibility of black tops with the heat of the sun. As I walked back to the MRT station from the driving centre, I felt parched and sweaty at the same time. And then I started thinking of es belewah with syrup. The most refreshing drink I'd taken for granted back in Indo. Have no idea what it's called in English. I highly doubt Singapore has that fruit. And even if it does, don't think the people here can make it the way it's made back home. It's honestly the most refreshing taste ever. Ah, just to have one more satisfying slurp of it one more time.

Haven't blogged about the 3 pairs of shoes I bought from x:odus. One's a pair of nice comfy gray slip-ons ($10), another a lace lime green pair of ballet pumps ($25-ish), last one is a polkadot brown heels ($35-ish). Got them at one go so I obviously couldn't sneak in into the house so I asked G to hold them for me, and I'd take it back from him at a safer time. Will put up pics next time. Love 'em!

***BITCH MODE NOW ON***

Did something bad yesterday at Phuture. Some girl behind me was vibrating beyond her dancing space and into mine, and she wouldn't stop infringing so I shoved her. Like, not push but shove. Yep. I'm not proud of what I did, and would like to apologize to her wherever she is. Dear girl, I'm deeply sorry for what I did. I was rude and rowdy and pre-historic. It was totally uncalled for... And to make up for what I did, I wouldn't mind giving you some pointers about good dance classes. (Because boy does she need them! BWAHAHA!) Erm. Okay. The point is, I'm sorry.

***BITCH MODE NOW OFF***