Went in to JB last thursday to visit my uncle, and while waiting for my mum at the Queen st interchange, i decided to get a nice cold can of milo. So i popped in $1.20 and pushed the button, and tadaah! Can of milo pops out. When i reach in to pick it up i was a bit stunned that the can was super hot. I thought the machine was screwed up, till rachel pointed out the stupid red stripe under my milo button that read 'HOT'. :( anyway hot canned milo tastes like metal. Remember folks, read the fine print, even on vending machines.
After much seeking, i found IT- the perfect pair of sneakers, a design that i actually like, but unfortunately one size too small. Got the salesman to expand the shoes, hopefully they don't bite. :D dee has just spent the last bit of her money on something she really wants, Yay!
The retreat thus far has been a testament of God's love, from the beautiful sunset to the psalm 23 walk, where God put the song 'heart of worship' into my heart. The Lord has been faithful, and i enjoyed the Lord's presence.
Just woke up at the a ungodly hour since God-knows-when, no thanks to Manic Mambo night yesterday. It was a riot of people, crazy dancing n grinding, and strangely enough no drinks for me at least. Jazz@south bridge before that was awesome la, music n ambience was perfect for chilling. Heh. I miss the west wing hangouts already. :(
