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and i could also drink martinis everyday.
 
IN FACT if i could possibly devote a life to martini drinking, sushi eating, singapore living, coffee sipping, i would be happy forever.

last night was one of those special nights which pulled me out of my sorrowful reverie. starting with a sushi lunch and a bad workout, followed by a dinner of spice beef and Japanese (again) rice - WHICH we were chauffeur driven to BY the way - with Lyd, followed by getting beautified, drinking Alize on ice and watching The Hills (the stuff legends are made of), walking to No.5 (the beauty of living in Singapore) and downing lychee and apple-tinis with the wonderful companionship of friends, foes and strangers. watching reine break glasses on tom/sam. having brij deliver such a wonderful description of me, i declared it should be my eulogy ( quote quote quote shes scary…dig deeper she is nice…dig even deeper and realise she is a bottomless pitt of anger and bitterness…and ultimately all she will do is be all Mortal Kombat on you and RIP YOUR HEART OUT ). totterring back in my heels which lydia decided was not high enough. collapsing into bed at 2 and not waking up till 11 the next morning.

every friday should be like yesterday.

1. i could eat sushi all day everyday.

2. ALL men want sex. whether from canada or south africa or england. whether they pretend very well to be nice or show some mild interest or dont even beat around the bush (HEY see what i did there. bush. haha. my wit.). all men.

*insider joke alert*

they exist.

pending to the ultimate line in the previous post about the new lows in my life, here is a classic example:

scene: vivo city with newly employed FASHION WRITER lydia (congratulation are due. im so happy for you. so proud of you. blah blah blah insert other incomprehensible remarks), shopping for clothes which were dripping with style for her debut at the place. buying sexy lingerie for her new hes-all-that boyfriend (he seems all that. i made it clear to him that if he is not all that to lydia i would disembowel him with a spoon). and there i was. there i was hanging around lydia like a dark shadow. there i was NOT buying work clothes, NOT buying sexy underwear. no. there i was buying japanese tea cups. because at that moment, having everything else in life being so STAGNANT, japanese tea cups was all that was going for me.

The Inheritance Threat left this morning and so now im largely free to romp around the house left to my own devices. it will be boring without her at times. i felt like a lump when i saw her and my mum sobbing and was wondering why the hell i could not venture a few tears instead of rocking on the spot cracking poor jokes (“its a good thing shes leaving. she smells.”). hell i could never cry whenever i used to leave for months at a time. the one time i got closest to it was in third year and i was there at Changi buying duty free Baileys and cigarattes with tears streaming down my face. but it looked more like i was a crack addict desperate for a fix.

my daddy thinks little of me.

scene 1: Tony Romas. having ribs. father is impressed with said ribs.

Pops (to mum): you and i should come here when Madhu leaves.
Mum: and what about manisha?
Pops: huh?
Mum: Manisha is not leaving…you know that, right?
Pops: vaguely oh…yeah

scene 2: car on the way to airport. discussion as to whereabouts of sisters debit card.

mum: where is your card?
madhu: i left it with manisha.
mum: can you trust her? *haha*
pops: serious voice dont worry there isnt anything  left for her in the account anyway.

scene 3: Coffee place having hot chocolate.

pops: ahhhh no im so sad my sweethearts are leaving.
manisha: sweetheartSSSS?!! ARE???!! IM not leaving!
pops: oh? oh yea.

updates:

my life, as i know it, has reached new new lows.