Saturday, June 03, 2006

lesson#004: how many dancers does it take to put the wait staff on the hop?

Answer: 8, as proven by our latest dance outing to Cafe Iguana. Bored on a Saturday night (you will know why soon), have decided to heighten the image-viewing experience by turning one of our piccies into a Photoshop wonder:


Not bad for someone rusty eh?


These babies are yummy! Frozen strawberry margaritas.


Giant nachos served with chewy mozarella, mexican beans and rice.


Syd & Kunz.


Syd, Kunz, Mich and I. I heart my red top! It's the new one from Mango I mentioned in one of my latest entries!


Again, I declare it: I heart my red top! Some clients from work jokingly asked if I was going to a birthday party. Was I the present? Ha-Ha.


Syd and I.


Who else but the usual suspects. The bitch squad. The three (fashionable) musketeers. The... Uh. Yeah. I can go on.


Self-portrait (as far as she saw herself) of Frieda makes intriguing decor.


Jess and I decided to entertain the rest. Here she's transformed the colour of her top from aqua blue to hot red!


Then we decided to play peek-a-boo!


And then on to a bit of nip-n-tuck!


Ended with transformation into Daddy's Little Girls.


But some people in the audience weren't impressed.

The morning after, I met Syd at Marina Square for some shopping before dance. Both of us were thirsty so we settled in at Billy Bombers amongst tacky seats for a slurp and a nibble. The waiter who brought us to our seats was grinning ear-to-ear at all times, and rather than generating a friendly welcoming atmosphere, the effect was kinda freaky.


Syd's chain necklace from F21 is so pretty! She's posing with my drink, something called Desire Me which left much to be desired.

We switched venues to Suntec City as Marina Square has a really screwed-up air-conditioning system and Syd's lips were turning blue. Went to the Mango there 'cos Syd wanted to get my red top in a different colour, but the outlet was out of sizes so boo to that. We also checked out Topshop as I wanted to get a puffed-sleeves blazer which Zhi pointed out to me a few days back. Well, there were loads of drama associated with that damn blazer. The Topshop at Suntec doesn't carry it so I asked the staff to help me reserve on at the Wisma outlet, and then for the longest time I had to wait as the Wisma outlet staff went to search for it, then they said they couldn't find it. COULDN'T FIND IT! I was hysterical and decided to go down there and find it myself. After some rifling through and initial disappointments, I found it. HA! I have never been so satisfied over proving someone wrong before.

Let's close this off with a brief discussion on why I was feeling bored on a Saturday night, the night for lovers to cuddle, to watch movie, to have sups and gaze into each others' eyes. But that's the thing. I am officially

SINGLE.


There's no more of this:


As I look at this collage, I feel rather sad. After experiencing a short period of loneliness, I dread future moments to come. But well, I suppose it's got to be faced head on.

We're really officially broken up. It's not a case of, "Well, we're not together but we sorta ARE seeing each other..." and it's definitely not, "we're not together now but we will be in a few days' time."

We broke up over irreconcilable differences. We may have loved each other once, but the thing about love is it's not exactly a permanent state. And besides, the cliche is true. Love on its own isn't enough. I started to feel that something was amiss when I couldn't feel the desire to tell him how my day was.

Would it help if I were to say that after these pictures were taken we launched into one of the biggest quarrels we ever had?