listening to red hot chili peppers' 'Snow(Hey Oh)'...
When the boss told us we had to do the fashion show, three things came into my mind:
1. Oh my gawd! No way!!!
2. I have to try and get out of it. How???
3. Ah-ha! I shall be a glutton and binge non-stop. Then I'll be soooo fat, I won't be able to fit into the sponsored clothes.
Luckily, I gave up that warped idea. The entire event turned out quite alright. Thanks to SH for getting her hand on a copy of the video, we had a good laugh at ourselves. But apart from the fright frozen smiles and slight awkward strutting, we weren't half bad. Most importantly, we discovered something that made all of us very happy:
WE DIDN'T LOOK FAT!!!
There was an astrologer at the event who told our fortunes. The gals were pretty happy with our future. Then Garrick came back with his reading.
"She told me I'll marry a non-Chinese Singaporean wife, or overseas Chinese," reported Garrick.
Wow. Seems like we have the ability to foretell future too. We already knew he'd marry Vim eventually.
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