just reminding you that you do have a sister. and she has an awfully nice present from morocco awaiting you in london. and by the way, i did not actually touch any lambs/goats. i am afraid of animals! though samir my moroccan friend tried to get me to touch one.
when you arrive in london, we will go travelling. promise. and we will have a place to stay, promise. hahahaha. and look most of time in spore, we dont go out cos youre never home! im always home, being a bum.
dont be jealous. i learn that we each make our own adventures.
love,
virgi
ps i found the choking episode fucking funny as well. and i couldnt help chuckling myself even though you might have died. heh. and i dont think im a sadist!
you must know that i was exaggerating, right? anyway, if you didn't already come to that realisation, then.. no i never came close to death but yes, i was choking. and there was laughter.
a.n.y.w.a.y, yesterday was a fun-funny day wasn't it?
from running around the whole of singapore (it sure felt like it) ...
- yck to bugis; to print namecards, to pauline and i spending 2 precious hours of our life getting free haircuts from the kind people of Toni&Guy, to eating a whole lotta wantonmee at sunshine plaza. one tonne mee. get it get it? hardy har har.
- bugis to chinatown; to our almost-shopping spree digging around in the poor old man's shop to finding our way to jobina at asylum, ann siang road.
and you thought that was where the adventure ended? HA HA! you were wrong.. that was where it all began.
god i know i sound lunaticky but ohwhocares. cindy pauline and myself were like kids in a candy store; fussing about the merchandise, taking identical photos against the graphic wallpaper [for friendster purposes], pauline posing with the stuffed bunny and ditto here with the stuffed man-doll(s), currently plastered on the screen of my mobile. his name/the name i have given him is JORDAN aka my new stuffedmanfriend.
if the very next morning it looked as if someone had raided+burgled the store, do yourself a favour and imagine a human tornado that happened to be us three.
it was great bumping into a whole list of people: my sister's friends jesse gerrie janice kristie, birdie aka joyce arriola diana nicole amanda lee, who all just happened to be hanging out together. great great seeing you, i do so loved to be hugged by many people at once. haha.
today, while i sat content in finishing off my toorich&smoothforwords blueberry cheesecake and spicy strawberry smoothie + roy with his fancy schmancy sandwich, we made a sacred pact not to divulge the identity of our new special eating place *, except to a select few. the location of * is actually very hidden in itself, given that i hope it remains low-key and retains its quaint little charm, the way only quaint little cafes can/do.
please let us be selfish this one time.
so we sat in * and i marvelled at its simplicity and overall old school vibe, i must confess, i felt rather like i was sitting in the girls toilet of my primary school. 3, 2, 1 and this is where the descriptions shall end, for fear of involuntarily giving up more information than i would like to.
hello jacky. you idiot. i hate you. today must've been the unofficial disturb-me day for all the ribbing (however good-natured) i was on the receiving end of, though i grudgingly admit that it was the drooling on my part and the stranger: 'eh you know what?' me: 'yes?' and so on and so forth.
la dee da. i'm exhausted. thank
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