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.