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Saturday, July 14, 2007

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#-Rusty pants and rusty moves.

Oh my goodness, I think I must either be sadistic or real evil. After reading my friend's blog about her quarrels with her boyfriend and how he doesn't consider her feelings etc etc, I can't contain myself from laughing. Or perhaps it's probably that the boyfriend had given in to her countless of times and all but she just doesn't see it and when trouble crops up she puts all the blame on him. How true my hypothesis is rather unsure, but I know this girl, and how she's like, and my feeling is that she is probably the one who has been showered with care and concern but still thinks the world (including her boyfriend) is against her and picking on her little flaws. Although I should not speculate which party is at fault, I can't help but feel cynical and sceptical toward this, not because it's really that comical, but because I know this girl blows every little thing up into gigantic disproportions, especially when things do not go her way.

Whatever...

I went to Union Square today for the first time in like 3 months? And a good choice it was. Not only did I get to dance and check out how darn rusty I am after not doing Salsa for so long, but I had a good chat with some lady from Jitterbugs who was there as well. Haven't seen her for so long (yea my fault for not dancing salsa), so it was nice to just talk. Besides, the floor was so crowded. But the good thing is that with the smoking ban, the place felt so much nicer and less smokey, not to mention my ability to actually breathe air unpolluted with second hand cigarette smoke. Time really did fly by, and before I got a chance to dance with someone I wanted to, it was midnight and time for me to leave, not to mention how crowded the floor was. As usual, some things don't change, and the condition of the floor leaves much to be desired; it was darn sticky like before, and soiled my dance shoes...

Still, perhaps I should go a little bit more often to keep in touch with salsa and not become too rusty. I actually wasn't allowed in at first due to me wearing my Rusty bermudas; who would've known that bermudas were not allowed for men. Sexist idiots. Luckily, I didn't go home after camp and so I had my No4 pants in the car, which meant I went down to change and ended up dancing in No4 pants...haha what a loser I know, but what to do?

Tomorrow morning we have to go to Immigrations to get our passports updated to the new biometric ones, so it'll be early.

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