ilovemysis
taken yesterday night at marketcafe, raffles the plaza during mum's birthday celebs.
food wasn't all that bad. nice spread.
particularly enjoyed the hors d’œuvre/canapés/whatever you call those things-lying-on-tiny saucers-in-even-tinier-portions cos it's so rich that when you eat more than 2atago you feel damn jelat.
food wasn't all that bad. nice spread.
particularly enjoyed the hors d’œuvre/canapés/whatever you call those things-lying-on-tiny saucers-in-even-tinier-portions cos it's so rich that when you eat more than 2atago you feel damn jelat.
and really, a bowl of yellow gunk just doesn't do well in pictures.
ended the night with more photo-taking, which my parents were, strangely, complete sports.
days like these - when my mum willingly airkisses in front of the camera, are (really!!!) hard to come by. :)
my favourite shot of the night:
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seeing him today sucked.i mean, it was nice meeting him again after so long.
he looked like he grew skinnier.
i wanted to tell him that.
but when i went over to talk to him,
to say hi; to try to get things back to normal;
my heart just plummetted and all my happy thoughts went poof! outofthewindow
monosyllabic answers; eyes on some ancient yellowing newspaperclipping on proper posture.
i've never experienced so many conflicting emotions in that short 10second span of talking to him.
hopeconfusionpersistencehurtiwanttomakethisworkjoyresignation.
i alternated between wanting to tell him i kindofmiss him to wanting to smack his head, throttle him and tell him to talk to me like a normal person.
so much for wanting to be better friends.