Thursday, August 04, 2005

Mambo Night, #489

Mambo last night again. I think I'm going too often, it's losing its appeal.

We did the lesbo thing again! Haha the only person I can dance this way with is Candice. Phuture's music was good, since Candice is an RnB person and I am the accomodating best friend :) Tried dancing at Zouk too, but she just didn't find the music right to shimmy to.

Mambo music's just right for only you and I.

She-men alert at Phuture! How is it that some REAL men can dirty dance with them, knowing full well they have southern landmarks like the ones they possess themselves? That is beyond me. Saw Kennedy for the n-th time at Mambo again! That guy always seems to lose weight each time I meet him. Arghhh why doesn't he teach me how he does it?

And for the first time, a reversal of roles- the neglected and the neglector (does such a word actually exist?). I am sorry and you know how I feel about you, and why I was so worried towards the end. If I didn't care, the constant stream of unanswered calls and sms's wouldn't have reached you.

A sleepover with no all-night gabfest! *gasp!* But with pre-club comfort food, I'm not complaining too much. I like my lana cake and belgian chocolates Greek-goddess style- curled up in front of the telly :)

Disjointed chronology. Messed up mind in the lulls of sleep deprivation. Some days, days like yesterday and today, everything's tainted by double-vision. The one thing that's constant, so unshakeable it could be framed in sepia, is this one fact- Iloveyou.


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