my lovelies - cindy, pauline & crystal paid me a visit while i was working at paragon as a dresser. since i had time to kill, we headed down to thai express for me to watch them eat. hee.
cindy & i fooling around
the act cute queen at work again :)
pauline caught unaware. heh.
crystal looking oh-so-serious
squeezing lime onto her pad thai.
she hates this picture
but i think she looks SHO CUTE!
pei shan & myself backstage.
when we had nothing (other than sitting around waiting) to do, we scampered off to toys 'R us to play! *glee* so there we were, knee high in little kids and toys, busy battling gigantically unrealistic purple spiders, dangerous water fountains, hopping onto mobile stones like surfer pros riding killer waves, bouncing up & down 'eating' the red gems to score extra points. and all for what, you ask? to help mickey mouse attain letters to spell out words like C-O-O-K-I-E so he could proceed to the next level.
whoopee. i miss being a kid. (yes, there were adults AND children staring at us as i let out yelps of frustration when the stupid purple spider/water fountain got the better of us)
i was right by pei shan's side, munching on my bar of meiji's dark chocolate as she battled furiously. we alternated turns, and when it was mine. i gave it my all, occasionally even subconsciously imitating mickey's actions as i hopped skipped & jumped my way through the game... until we were called back to work. bummer.
gen & ben dropped by to visit.
we discovered a secret formula for gen looking positively skinny while taking photos on my cameraphone. this is us trying to work the magic again.
jp's? golden shoes
i felt like cinderella/dorothy from the wizard of oz. if i remember correctly, three clicks right?
jp wore these pretty golden shoes for the chopard fashion show. backstage after the show, she was telling us how much her feet were hurting and asked if anyone would switch shoes with her to retrieve her birkies from the hotel room. my once comfy sandals were now hideously sticky & smelly nothanks to my incessant scrubbing with JIF now known as CIF, yada. the sole got damp and never really dried. thus, i kept my mouth shut, my head low and kindly did not volunteer.
no such luck.
she spotted me, the only one wearing anything resembling sandals and we made the switch. what a blessed pair of shoes i have ever seen, and worn. from the second i put them on, (i bet if i strained my ears hard enough, i would've heard the sound of glitter dust exiting the wand of my fairy godmother.) i felt like a million bucks. *beam*
immediately, EVERYONE started commenting. they were like,"wow it's a perfect fit" "ohmygod. it's exactly your size." "eh, not bad you know.. you look quite good in them." "they match your outfit very well."... etc. i don't think i could've possibly felt more flattered. i was torn between floating on cloud 10.87493 and radiating my own 1000 watt high beam.
tell me, is that a cinderella moment or what? :)
after i donned the 'glass shoes', i was semi-reluctant to take them off. but as i brought her her birkies, i commented that they were really pretty. she graciously accepted and we made small talk. this, coming from this chilli padi of a woman who is like shorter than me and everyone else. before that, i stayed as far away as possible from her, having had seen her 'in action' before. and suddenly, because of a pair of golden shoes, they were all being so nice.
i was actually donned in typical dresser attire - all black. but i wore my green sweater to keep the chills away. at the end of the night, when i took off my sweater, one of the show coordinators (the cuter one) inquired,"eh why did you change clothes? weren't you wearing a green top just now?" i was absurdly pleased. for no good reason lah, just being me. as usual. *rolls eyes*
oh, and to the coordinator who took pity on us dressers and smuggled those raspberry coloured things with the white powder that actually melt in your mouth to reveal delectably delicious chocolate inside. spanks :)
yawn.
the day didn't end there. i travelled what seemed like a thousand miles, alone, to jobi's birthday chalet at aranda country club. in pasir ris. i walked there too, not knowing what bus to take. utterly lost; basing my sense of direction on whatever remnants of only a vague memory of a place i used to frequent years ago. thankfully, i ended up at the correct place. albeit sullen-faced, PMS-y and feeling thoroughly unappreciated, having cried somewhere along the very long walk.
my mood didn't go unnoticed. i blamed the fatigue and PMS. being surrounded by all their familiar faces was a comfort beyond anything though. i'm sorry jobi, if my grumpiness ruined your night. i'm aware that you all waited for me to arrive before opening the presents only to have me leave before opening the presents.
sorry again. i had alot of things on my mind that night, and i knew that if i didn't go and fix * first, i wouldn't have been able to do anything in peace, let alone actually enjoy myself.
another thing, i feel terribly ashamed for losing my temper over my stupid pair of sticky shoes. sorry jobi, jesse and everyone else. thanks for being so tolerating of my insufferable attitude.
oh well, alls well that ends well.
the day that started at 6am and never seemed to end finally ended.
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