Outside the Hubbub Bubble

Everyone's caught up with something.

Busy, busy, is their common name. Everyone has activities galore. Seems like I am the only one outside the hubbub bubble, watching the bubbles float by.... . like this:

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Hi, Saturday High

Met up Hong (she's looking prettier each time I see her! Wish I am too...), went to catch The Hossan Leong Show at the Drama Centre, had a good laugh, unexpectedly won a year's supply of frolick yoghurt during the show for sitting at the circles 2, GG14 seat (just as I was wondering if it is only the people who are in the stall seats get to win anything), took a photo with the standup comedian himself (up close & personal!), got shoved with two Maquillage lip gloss samples with an assortment of shades at Bugis, got tickets to Beauty and the Beast next month, grills, salads & devil's fudge cake at Cedele (yummilicious!), yakked and bitched about work (in the chill ambience), shopped (although without harvest), poked fun at obscenely dressed muscle-men, and got a much-needed esteem booster from spotting a cute guy (so there are actually still eligible looking guys out alone on Saturday evenings!) at Times bookshop whose gaze followed me after I sauntered past him at the shelves all the way to my exit from the store...

I suddenly hate full stops. I think I am on some high and I wonder if it was the good company, the day's program or the doubly whammy chocolate fudge in the cake...

How I wish every Saturday is as such.
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