Parallel Lines Never Meet.

I’m starting to wonder dear,

if you need me,

as much I need you.

The Highpriestess’ Coverage of The Pink Party @ St. James

 My nose is clogged up. And so is my sinus apparently. I went to see my family doctor because I was just getting worse, and SH couldn’t find the anti-biotics anywhere. So my family doctor kindly ripped $56 off me. But his medicine is really good. I am perspiring, which is a good sign I heard. I know that most of you are skipping this ranting and looking at the photo collage, but I don’t blame you. There’s a whole lot of pink there. Duh. It was the Pink Party! Since I’m on MC for the next two days (but I plan to go back to work on Thurs), I decided I could spare some time now to collage the pictures. However, my brain is too phleghmed out to coherently articulate the ongoings of that night. So I’m going to one-word it. A new technique for lazy buggers like myself.

MRT. Sid. Friendship. Reminiscent. Hug. Walk. Long. Walk.  Powerhouse. Pink. Vodka. Cola. Donation. Pink. Tshirts. Muffins. Speech. Thailand. Child prostitution. Funds. Schools. Lav. Hug. Drinks. Vodka. Bourbon. Pink. Auction. Gucci. Fendi. Pink. Gurmit Singh. Strip. Small Tee. Pink. May & Choy. Us. Smiles. Giggles. Hugs. Kisses. Pink. Free drink coupons. Tequila Shots. Giggles. Giggles. Hugs. Cute new waiter. Pictures. Snaps. Guys across room. Eye contact. Us. Giggles. Favourite Girls. Love. Love. Love.

Argh.

The Highpriestess has been struck down by the dastardly flu.
Went to work, and left in the morning.
The doctor where I work prescribed some antibiotics which I can’t seem to find anywhere!
Damn it.

Have a meeting tomorrow at some ulu place.
Argh. Argh. Argh.

The Dastardly Flu Strikes. (sorry, I just feel like using the word Dastard)

Dastard, Dastard, Dastard.
Ok, I’m off.