*this post was written yesterday, or rather today after midnight but blogger wouldn't post it and so now I'm posting it*

Caught a movie with my colleague today after work. Those of you who haven't watched "The Emperor's Club" should go see it. Finally, a movie that's wholesome. If you liked "Dead Poets Society", you'll like this one. So after the movie, we had coffee at Starbucks before I had to leave for my dinner date with my cell triplets.

Dinner was an ok affair at Seah St. Deli. Food wasn't fantastic. I was glad for the opportunity to take time off our schedules to just lay back and chat. After dinner, we met up with another triplet group - the guys. Two of the guys in the other group were boyfriends of my triplet compatriots so we arranged to have drinks together. I didn't really want to meet up with the other group because I felt that it should just be the 3 of us spending quality time with one another and not "catching up with the boyfriends". But I guess I understand where they're coming from. I suppose I would have wanted to meet up with the guys too if I were in their shoes. Then again, I'm not sure. I think I'd want my boyfriend to spend quality time with his mates as well if there was a day specially set aside for that in place of cell group. I mean, I didn't mind meeting up with the other group. Just that I didn't think it was necessary. Oh well. I'm not upset or anything, it's just a point of view.

While waiting for the guys, we went to Mango to look around and I loved almost every pair of pants I saw. I really really like Mango pants :) And their bags are nice too. But the pants cost $98 : ( I'm so so tempted... hmm... should I dig into the ang pow fund? I still haven't touched the ang pows my parents gave me. Gosh, the pants are really really nice.... did I already say that? They're so groovy! And I really want to get the bag as well. But I seem to be talking like I earn $2000 a month. Then again, I haven't bought something for myself since new year. I think I deserve to right?

*If at this stage you are confused about my ramblings, let me explain it to you: you are witnessing the processing of information in my brain and the feeble attempt to psyche myself into justifying an action that would otherwise be unjustifiable. I hope that makes sense*

I also want to cut my hair. Short. And kinda wispy and sticking out at the ends. With a somewhat fringe. And again, I'm talking like I earn a lot of money. Did I also mention contact lenses? How ah? So many things, so little money. It's not so much that I don't have the money, it's more of the fact that I'm not willing to spend so much on myself. It's that little thing called a guilty conscience. Hmm... what to do, what to do...

By the way, tonight at Raffles Hotel, we walked past this Caucasian gentleman and I almost nodded a "Good evening, sir" to him. It was such a reflex action that I was taken aback. I think I'm working too hard. And too long. Seriously. Maybe I should go get those pants after all... (see how everything always links back to the pants?)

So while I go to bed and contemplate further the pants issue, I will end my post with my best wishes to the En Route team. I hope everything goes well for you and that you will all be ambassadors for Christ tomorrow. Today, actually. God bless you all :)

Nite.