Yay! Rumps is back in Singapore. He arrived back yesterday from good ol' Cornell summer school, so of course we met up for shopping! :) [This is proof i do mix with Singaporeans in Cornell..well Rish being one of the 2 ... and have not so called "burned my bridges" as my mom would say.. ha!] So last night when we decided what time to meet up, my warning words to him were "dont be later than me", to which he replied "good choice of words"..but i was actually earlier than he was!!!! ("Indian punctuality" indeed! Lame excuse!) So after waiting around for like 5 whole excruciatingly long minutes, the Indian shows up with a RJ-green umbrella swinging cherubly from him arm. Aww, my stylemaster R.! Cutting to the chase, we immediately set course for shopping. For my "night safari outfit", of course. Almost fell on the floor laughing my ass off in the middle of Topshop when he proudly proclaimed, "the stylemaster R. is stumped!" when we couldnt find anything vaguely chic i could wear to the night safari.
Rish making me try on "funk-ay pink shades" in Isaetan
And him not wanting to try on female shades(pansy!), we went in search of the male section but got gamely sidetracked by cologne. After sprintzing on a million different smells, 3/4 of which landed on his green umbrella( "i only have 2 hands what!" he exclaimed defensively ), shopping led to talk over coffee bean drinks and cake. A treat from Rumps, i might add.
yummy cake we decided to share because we didnt want to spoil our dinners
If i take bad photos,
Rumps takes worse!
The best one we could come up with[mwahaha]
Then we went to the Orchard Library. Yep, Rumps is the only person/one of the very few who i'd willingly go to the libe with. Then for some reason we stood around the orchard mrt and talked for like 1/2 hr more even though he and i both had dinners we were to be present for.
So i hurtled back home, showered and michael (see, this is why i used to go out with him, as i told him when he said he'd come get me, even though he'd prob be in the middle of dinner then, leading to rumps saying "luckily im not you bf/ ur ex"..mwahahaa) came to get me. Met up with Josh, Turt, Elf and Michael of course for dinner. Havent seen these boys in like FOREVER - well the lot of them together. Since i was the one who didnt keep in contact, i tried to be on my best behavior. If you know these boys, you'd know there's no way to be on your best behavior with them. We had a rolicking goodass/badass time though! And of course i managed to splatter sauce on both josh(who was seated to my right) and michael (who was in front of me)...twice. And spilt my drink(which was thankfully only had ice leftover) on Turt. For some reason, Elf was spared. And of course i managed to drop a huge chunka dessert on myself, which Josh happily meshed up more over my jeans.
Full as hell, we decided to skip Wala Wala but headed over to Villa Bali, this really nice place over at Alexandra Road to chill and for drinks. I swear im not an alcoholic, even though i seem to be always going for drinks, but honestly in Singapore what else is there to do? Anyway that place is way cool. But then we decided we had enough chillin' - i.e. we had gotten suitably alcoholic and rowdy.. so we, after a series of failed attempts to try and ditch Elf("look Elf, its superman!", as he goes to the bathroom we try and hide, "yea dont worry, meet us up front we'll get the car", "no Elf, no worries, we're not leaving yet"), "razz-ma-tazz-ed"(accordin to joshhy) our way over to Club Momo, where horrors of all horrors, we met Dennis! My long lost wonderwall! Who i seriously have not seen FOREVER (and this time im not exaggerating)
Dennis and i on his in his own words "damn old lao-pok camera"[but he's damn prompt, he sent me this pic as soon as i got online]
He looks way better than in the photo, as do i.. in person. The photo really doesnt do him slash us justice.
Turt and i [for some reason D took a pic of us]
Since Josh's house was nearest, we[michael, elf, josh himself, turt, dennis and dennis' friend who they call "Live"] trooped back there to sober up and we got back to chillin' 101 i.e. passing out all over the livin' room.
Back at Josh's place for milo [wtf indeed! he was trying to make the point that you need to be strong to make milo, i believe... and also that he can distort his face in the dumbest way possible]
Ridiculous! Damn i should have brought my camera. Lucky Slow only wants to meet at 3 tmw or i'll be sleepin in the cinema.
Ahaha the self proclaimed photo whore is back...(i think im still on U.S. time even after a month in Singapore..its 6.30am and im not sleepy..)
This time with us looking damn messed up at "Holi":
Berggieeee, Rumpss, Me and Andreww
With Han [ what the heck is andrew doin above me?! ]
Us, the colored people
Mwahaha andrew and my hands showing off my "Ass" in all her colored glory
gettin rish good and proper
pretty scary huh
Wow. Has it really been that long since we last talked? Since you and i made those stupid jokes only we understood and laughed and laughed and laughed? You used to be my best friend. No, maybe not. Perhaps it wasn't friendship that started it all. You admitted you only befriended me because you liked me. And i in turn, well, i thought you were hot. But it wasn't like i loved you then. Not that i wanted us to be more than friends. I was with another then but our lives soon converged into one. On and off we merged and came undone, and I'm not sure what it is but your sms and your call tonight invoked so much. I used to call you my Mr. Big. We used to say ultimately you were mine and i was yours. But then i moved on. And then you moved on. I'm sorry i phased you out. You caught me, i cannot lie. You asked me why and i couldn't explain. You wanted to stay friends, in contact, part of each other's lives. Really? Could i have been so blind to that? It was just something that felt right. You say you're no longer with her. How long has it been? i want to ask, but then i stop and think, it doesn't matter. I don't know what you want me to say. What you want me to feel. You accused me of moving on and not looking back. I cant say i disagree. Can we go back to being friends? The great friends that we were? Were we ever great friends or was that just a pretence? A pretence to get to me. A pretence to get to you. I still don't know what we are or what we will become, but it was comforting that we managed to talk til my phone battery went out.. twice.. and how you still remember all the little things. And then you came over and we sat in my playground again, as we used to. And it seemed so surreal. It seemed just like yesterday. As we playfully bashed our bodies against each other, we talked and laughed and shared. It ended with a promise of an outing of some kind. And as you grabbed my hand to hoist me up, i felt a sense of strange security. A common knowledge. A secret only we would share. A story between us. To you it may just have been a friendly gesture, pulling me up, but to me, it signified a special something we'll always have. That's the thing with you, you always made me feel a certain way. You always had that effect, Michael. You admit you read my blog. So you know what's been going down. You've always known. You knew i was back; why didnt you come to me earlier? Fear, you say. Of what? Of rejection. But you got your confirmation and golden ticket when Josh and Turt found me, recovered me from my past. They confirmed my existence in this world, in your world. Singapore's not big enough for the 2 of us, you said, with a wink and a smile, we've got to rub bodies sometime. I havent watched the sunrise in a very long time. And it was nice.
FOR JULIAN
Here and there. The great divide. The devil and the deep blue sea.
What Francis terms "Best Party!!!" :
With so many cameras flashin, us not knowing where to look
My Megs and i [i love how we're looking in totally diff directions, at totally diff cameras]
Shit and im gonna have to live with that one next yr...!!
Francis pointing at me when asked to guess who gave him the boxers..
...and a damn side profile of us with it [one of them has the proper frontal view]
Albert and me ["Whaaa..."]
My ass and me :) Missin' my bergs~
Amber, Darlena, Me
Oh Rumpy..
Wondering why i hang out with these kids..[who never fail to put a smile on my face :) ]
Tired, Francis? heh..
Me and my Rumps
Francis, Andrew, Rumps, Me
The lot of us sans the sickling brian,
Just had the most sinful rolicking supper/early morning food feast ever. Ba-zhang-Dumplings, ice cream bread, gyoza-dumplings and drinks... AIYAAAA my poor diet... but damn yummy!
***
Its weird how life pans out sometimes. It really is. Why is it more fun to stay awake when you should sleep? More fun to sleep when you should stay awake? Why is it that the things one person does for you, you wish another would do? Yet when the other finally comes through, it doesnt feel so darn neat anymore. Why is it that the sun sometimes shines, whilst at other times, its so cloudy and dark out? Sometimes we see ourselves in clear light, yet other times, we simply cannot fathom what makes our swirly existance so. Why is it that one person can make all your hopes and fears, your worries and negativitities, all your questions and shadows and doubts, be washed away in a plain of subtle nothingness? Why is it so?
Back together. Back together in cahoots. Back together in the eye of time where we never were apart, where we never were two separate entities, glowing in disparaty. Back together. Back together again. Under the veil of happiness shall we softly tread, to due languidness we surpass those fiery heights. Love lost never came this way. Shown out of sight, yet out of mind no more than a tinkling of unleven remorse. As if to heavens vow shall we, but no more of singing hearts. Forlorn not by option but by choice. If connundrum sets, inward we bode and bade and made. I simply say, back together are we.
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Conned and coerced into checkin' out the new RJ campus:
Me, My Clarrr and my ssMells! outside the one place we'd never on a normal basis ever venture...the physics lab!
Clar and i [yes, the first place we checked out was the bathroom...]
Mel and i tryin to get into the lift [something the old campus didnt have!!]
Being retarded with our old lockers, no other than Fartz and i
Superglue pals :)
Cuicui and me
peeplo, dada and mama
my crazy "parents" doing the bunglow dance [the rent is high, the roof is low..it is a basic bungalowwwwww]
the ex-ny-rj girls
mi fea, me, melly, yo mama
Look how yo(points to self) mama brought her peeplo up! Shotglass in one hand, playing card in other, smothered by the "maternal garb" of van's skirt
Fartz insisted we take photos in the new canteen
