As I was standing under the nice shade of shelter at Bishan interchange, I thought to myself, ah, how nice, a light drizzle. I have missed you dear rains of Singapore.
Then I board the bus and alight at my workplace's bus stop, and begin to make the trek inwards. The rains are still light, but then it gets heavier. And I get caught in it. And my jeans are entirely soaked. Making me remember why I didn't like the rains of Singapore all that much.
Last night I was looking at this.
That is James Blunt. And this is his actual size. Okay. Not actual, actual. Don't be stupid. This is the actual size I saw him in, and pretty much in the same resolution, in that I was unable to make out any of his features. And, AND,There was no large screen from which we could see his performance. It was a good concert, but not exactly super-WHOA (okay, it's early in the morning and I'm dealing with a wonky Internet connection, so my vocab isn't tip-top perfect).
Beside me, V sits using her own Mac, and we're both agonizing each time the Internet goes down (then up, then down, it's like a console cheat, maybe I'm not pressing A or B, but I've got so many more buttons!).
And I'm going to publish this before it fails again.
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