The weekend was a flurry of activities. Ball-busting but totally enjoyable. Supper with the boys from Pathfinders (my ex-but-potential-current-band) Friday night. Spent the entire Saturday with Shummy. I was planning to get my car serviced in the afternoon but we were having too much fun to quit (oh I can just imagine homophobes raising eyebrows here). Payless Books Sale was good. The impulsive shopper inner child in me kicked in full gear and I bought 25 novels.
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This is 2 years' worth of reading materials in the shitter for me.On our way back to Shummy's shack, something very interesting happened. It rained cats and dogs. Not wanting to be caught wet and clinging to each other (from the cold, but wahahaha this is so fun) we made a split decision to stop by Amcorp Mall instead of going straight home. Then the rain stopped. And we decided to go home after all. Then it rained again. And we took another detour to get to Amcorp Mall again. Then the rain stopped.
Fuck me.
We went to Amcorp Mall anyway. And it was a good decision. Because it poured again while we're nice and cosy and cradling steaming mugs of Starbucks coffee witnessing the absurdly unpredictable (either that or it's got something against indecisive people with nothing to do on a Saturday) weather.
And I finally got to watch telly. Have almost forgotten how the dials and buttons work. Shummy's got an awesomely cosy TV den. So cosy I can forgive the piddling supply of goodies in the fridge. Good thing we got nangka and rootbeer earlier. And Project Runway.
Is this the end of Saturday? Nooooooo way hombre. An old high school friend called for supper with some other high school friends whom I haven't met since I was 17. The gathering was a bit stiff and formal initially, with chat topics mainly surrounding work, who's dating who, who got married... until I started my boob jokes and snarky comments... and everyone embraced me in guffaws and exclaimed how I haven't changed since 10 years ago. I'm popular again. *gloat*
THEN Brandon called and said he's on the way with Pinkpig to pick me up for our midnight singing session. Being the gracious hostess and proud citizen that I am, how can I refuse the chance to show a foreign visitor our culture and way of life? So we sang till 4 in the morning. And Pinkpig proved more entertaining and friendlier than I thought.
Spent the entire Sunday with Pinkpig and now I'm speaking Mandarin with a heavy Taiwanese accent. She's backpacked to the northern regions of Malaysia and will be back this weekend. I miss her already. Our snark levels are totally complementary and it's so much fun cornering innocent, soft-spoken Brandon into a stammering, spluttering wreck. Woo ha!
Fuck me.
We went to Amcorp Mall anyway. And it was a good decision. Because it poured again while we're nice and cosy and cradling steaming mugs of Starbucks coffee witnessing the absurdly unpredictable (either that or it's got something against indecisive people with nothing to do on a Saturday) weather.
And I finally got to watch telly. Have almost forgotten how the dials and buttons work. Shummy's got an awesomely cosy TV den. So cosy I can forgive the piddling supply of goodies in the fridge. Good thing we got nangka and rootbeer earlier. And Project Runway.
Is this the end of Saturday? Nooooooo way hombre. An old high school friend called for supper with some other high school friends whom I haven't met since I was 17. The gathering was a bit stiff and formal initially, with chat topics mainly surrounding work, who's dating who, who got married... until I started my boob jokes and snarky comments... and everyone embraced me in guffaws and exclaimed how I haven't changed since 10 years ago. I'm popular again. *gloat*
THEN Brandon called and said he's on the way with Pinkpig to pick me up for our midnight singing session. Being the gracious hostess and proud citizen that I am, how can I refuse the chance to show a foreign visitor our culture and way of life? So we sang till 4 in the morning. And Pinkpig proved more entertaining and friendlier than I thought.
Spent the entire Sunday with Pinkpig and now I'm speaking Mandarin with a heavy Taiwanese accent. She's backpacked to the northern regions of Malaysia and will be back this weekend. I miss her already. Our snark levels are totally complementary and it's so much fun cornering innocent, soft-spoken Brandon into a stammering, spluttering wreck. Woo ha!
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