Lets see. I made a friend waste her time, effort and money on a fruitless trip all the way from her home in Pasir Ris to Orchard Road, and back again. And I feel absolutely TERRIBLE about it. I locked my brother out for the 2nd time this week. It was completely unintentional. He was still pissed, but I don't feel bad about that. If an apology didn't cut it, then too bad for him.

I got back not more than an hour and a half ago, feeling extremely worn out and worked to the bone. I'm currently typing this entry with droopy eyes and a slanted head (so that my neck doesn't have to work to keep my head up). I feel odd, tired and horrid about myself today. If I had known that taking up a second job'd get me this frazzled, I might not have taken it.

Wait. Mayb I would. The pay's rather attractive.

But on to the sliver lining of this dreary cloud. Aside the mishaps, it's been quite dandy. Clubbed with Charis and Pipi. Met up with Ning and Eunice for a spot of lunch and a bit of karaoke. Hung out with colleagues. Had midnight meals accompanied by comfort talking with PW. But of all the people I met and things I did since the last time I blogged, I think this takes the cake. It's significant cos I havent seen/spoken to/heard from these 2 girls (they were once a huge part of my life) collectively since we graduated from secondary school, and we finally made an appointment.

I was due to meet Immelia on Tuesday, but before stepping outta the house, I was half hearted. I half felt nervous yet excited, and half felt contemplate-ish and kinda dreaded a speculated awkward outcome. But thank God, it was nothing like that!

We spent a bomb that day though. On shoes and bags and all sorts of random dingdangs girls buy. After a sinful session of retail therapy, we found ourselves nestled in comfy chairs at Starbucks, talking about how life's been treating us and everything else inbetween.

The follow day saw Immelia, Jolene and myself down at Clarke Quay's TCC talking and laughing away. Catching up, reminiscing, being comical. It honestly felt really nice catching up as a trio. The last memories I had of us was when we skipped thru town donned in a pretty navy pinafore and a white belt which hung loosely on our hips. Or mayb it was prom.

We settled by the river after having some pretty awful chocolate fondue at some supposedly prestigious chocolate bar. But the rest of the night was documented by a good hundred or so pictures, which would kill me to upload, and it was a frightful load of fun.

So long story cut short, everything about our little date was pricelessly heartwarming and I guess after all these years, we still have the chemistry to keep it going.

OK, I'm really exhausted. Working again tmr. I swear, one of these days, I'm bound to step into the wrong shop on the wrong day.


Pretty aye? The new brand I'm attached to. Thomas Pink. Well, it's not new new, but it's new here in SG. U shld seriously check out the shirt boxes. They're the prettiest boxes around. I'm taking one home soon.

ok. slepp. tired. wah. canoto take it.