I went to cover an event yesterday (Sat) at PSA club. It was organised for the Myanmese, who were actually celebrating their new year. But woah...it was a super duper testorone-charged event loh...I was like, the 1% female amongst the 99% males there. There were hundreds of them...thankfully, they arent really out of hand or anything. They were quite polite in fact.
Anyways, the event ended late. I was supposed to join Pauline at her club for some steam spa thingy at about 6, but by the time I reached home to drop the camera first (can't expect me to lug that bulky & expensive thing around), it was already 730. I only had enuff time to freshen up a little before going out again to meet her. And knowing her, she had another female fren with her. SHe likes to bring her different groups of frens together, which is perfectly fine with me, so long as her frens are nice and not snobbish or wicked u noe...so far, her frens are really nice ppl. =) The last time we went St James, she invited her fren, who brought her boyfriend, who went there to meet another group of 10. Haha.
Well anyways, this time, her fren invited another of her fren along too. By the time we met, it was almost 10, and we went for dinner. And on the spur of the moment, we went ktv after that. Now, because Im a bad singer, I'm shy to sing in front of ppl, unless its the usual grp of ppl Im used to, aka, office ppl; siblings..
So yesterday was the first time I actually went ktv with a new group...a small, but 'stranger' group. And they all have good voices loh..sigh. So well...I had the feeling that there was an intention that Joscelyn, Pauline's fren, brought her fren (name's Fabian) along to matchmake him or something. And I became their target, which was really strange! I mean...ok, Joscelyn is a really super nice girl, and though I could get along with her as if we were like old pals, fact is, I had only known her like 4hrs at best? Haha..so it's kinda funny to have a 'stranger' matchmake me and her fren. Kinda amusing actually, I must say. Heh...
I had a little 'scare' the last time I went out with Pauline. It was supposed to be movie date for both of us, but she ended up bringing a male fren along. Knowing my good fren, I was rather sure she brought him out to let me 'assess'. Her male fren (Kevin) brought his guy fren along, and it ended up a double date. -.- WHich is perfectly alright with me, really. So of course, I grilled her and she told me she does fancy this guy, but she's getting mixed signals from him. Hmm...
The real 'scare' was not the double date, obviously. It was what happened after that. The next time I met up with Pauline for dinner, (a couple of days later), I asked her for her low-down on Kevin (which she hadn't told me as yet). And after her story, she told me what transpassed between the two of them when they met up for an event the next day after the movie. Basically, he asked her about me, and the stuff we do. *!!!* I felt so super bad, u noe! At one point, she even thought he was going to ask her for my number. Gracious me...I was so scared that she would befriend me or something. I assured her that he was probably being polite about asking the stuff we did together. For all we know, he actually is after info about her or her lifestyle, yeah? Of course, I didnt give her unnecessary false hopes too. It was also based on the other stuff that she told me earlier.
Anyways...she assured me that she wouldn't fall out with me over a guy, unless of course, I did stuff on purpose. SHe would, in fact, be thankful that she knew whether the guy was interested in her or otherwise. Of course she would be broken-hearted too. I just hope she wouldn't think I'm out to snatch guys with her or something...and her guy at that...Oh well.
Anyways...some long overdue photos. More in the process of editing...but here are some first. Notice how we are all in black? Well it's coincidental =)
Not sure if I had mentioned before that I bruise super easily? Well, this outing was the time when I went home to discover two mysterious fingerprint bruises on my arm. As you would see from the pictures, I was wearing long-sleeved blouse, so I didnt know about the bruises till I got home and was in the shower. I was cold right down to the core upon noticing it. I was sure nobody had grabbed me or anything. *shudder* heh...
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