I realized how deprived I am for intelligent company when I went out with Jean last Thursday. Having being taken literally all the time, I was slightly taken aback when I asked her how she was taking the heat so far and she took it in the figurative meaning. I had to ask her if she was feeling the preggers heat as in soaring body temperature. It’s like, going without water for so long that you take thirst as a norm. Suddenly you get WATER and you almost forgot the taste.

And it was a good lunch. More like a mini high tea cos I had spinach and cheese quiche and blueberry cheesecake (yum!) and iced mocha. Nothing like nice food and good company, I say.

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Then a hippo in white spandex had to ruin it on my way home. Look, if you have a tub of lard for an ass, DO NOT IN ANY CIRCUMSTANCES showcase it in a tight tomb of white stretchy nylon ok? Plus bloody VPL to boot. I almost threw up my quiche, cake AND coffee I had for lunch. Damn. I felt like barfing all throughout my whole journey home.

This must rank as one of the top ten cardinal sin in fashion, right up there with Visible G-string Line, Three-layer blubble and large pokka dots.