You bring this upon yourself
Now don't go
Pouring cold water

The empty suspense is killing me.
Don't do it, girl.
Smack that hand!

What can you do
When smoldering embers
Turn cold

Will it be too late
And all would be lost?

Rainforest, white forest—
I was found
Gazing and sucked in-
To White Christmas.

NY peachy waffle,
Fisherman's clam chowder,
Les viandes trois, et
Nachos with cheese and salsa.

Death on the Nile
And murder—
Interchangeable
On the express orient.

Engagement,
Who's straight and who's not;
Almost on?
Oh the betrayal.

Love, love, love.

The day I stepped out in a (counterfeit) Manchester United jersey, within the first few minutes, I got double that number of "Wow!" and "Nice shirt!" And I wasn't even out of the girls' room/corridor yet.

The boys' reactions were significantly bigger, and very telling of their football allegiances, as well as how well they know (or do not know) me. "Yen!!! Since when!"

Ben took it upon himself to outline three reasons to justify my appearance in the (powerful, as I discovered) shirt:

1. There are things about you I don't know.
2. You have a boyfriend I don't know about who has very diverse interests from yours.
3. You're really out of clothes.

To which on retrospect he added:

4. Standing in front of a carcinogenic barbecue pit really got to me: this is not happening.

The truth (as I knew it) was that I needed a red shirt (the brighter the better) to play the role of Traffic Light Red, and someone told me that Tse Hwei had one that fit me. Hence the tape recorder lines: "It's not mine, Tse Hwei's wan."

In the end the real reason was part of an elaborate trick hatched by the camp Fun Nite organiser herself. But I don't feel betrayed lah, Hwei. *grin*