רּ (rĕsh)

So it’s Tuesday and already I’ve been through a kaleidoscope of emotions:

Where Dogs Can Hear Me
Have you ever caught an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (c’mon now’s not the time to be bashful)? You know the one where Monica locks herself out of the apartment on Thanksgiving and goes hysterical cause the turk’s still cooking in the oven?

E-yah.

We’re at a point where only dogs can hear me now.

*sighs*

In the spirit of one of the promotions we’re having at the moment, the Jam team has decided to put on 2 weeks of themed classes. Mine kicks off tomorrow and it’ll be a retro revival. I’m talking multi-coloured tops, afros, big daddy gold chains. =)

The outfits are the least of my worries (although I hope my ‘fro arrives on time tomorrow). A mate (is she really?) has just decided to pike out from teaching at the very freaking last minute.

SO here I am, getting ready to take on the crap and trying to learn the rest of the horrid choreography. Hurray.

I’m going to be in studio practising from 6 in the damn morning. Basically it’ll be a 2 hour rehearsal and then a weights session and a run. I’m working right up til 6.30 in the evening and then getting ready for my class at 7 at night.

And yes, you can be sure I’m so looking forward to it *dryly*

Huh..? (Are You Talking To Me?)
On a more spirited front, I got asked out yesterday by one of my friends whom I least expected.

Boys, I’ll never figure the lot of you out. Especially the uber shy and non-conversationalist ones. Remember my "Hunting" blog?

E-yah, that one.

It’s amazing cause he’s finally asked me out. And that only took like what, 3-4 weeks? I choked on my drink when he did and actually turned around to see if it was me he was talking to and not some passer-by. Nevertheless I’m curious to see how it pans out cause at the moment he’s being very forward with me.

Apparently he’s going to pick ME up and take ME out and that saying no, was not an option.

Oh.

Now the question is, what the hell do I wear?

As pri would tell you, in the wardrobe of Reshmi, our clothing line’s divided to just 2 categories: Training and Killer Clubbing Wear.

There’s no in-between, no grey spaces and most certainly, none of that casual, dress down nonsense.

Just training and clubbing.

In the gym environment, wearing  nothing is of the norm but as he’s not from there, I don’t really wanna freak him out. I don’t know where he’s taking me but I know that I’ve got a couple of other engagements to attend to later on in the night so I can always dress up early for that. At this point in time, I’m thinking, my short lil shorts, black silk Oriental top and my stillettos (I haven’t decided which pair).

Too much for a 8pm catch up?

Where Are Them Damn Kopiko Sweets When You Need One?
It’s now 7 past 11 at night and I’ve actualy got a 5am wakeup call. It’s the never-ending saga of sleep deprivation. I’m actually contemplating on getting my iron levels tested as these past 2 weeks I’m suddenly overwhelmingly tired 24/7.

I initially thought it was due to my nocturnal outings over the past couple of weekends but alas, it can’t be purely because of them.

Just to let you know, over the weekend I, Reshmi Revi, actually attended an Asian rave.

E-yah, Malaysia represent alright. It was quite funny to tell you the truth cause I’d never seen so many asians (predominantly Chinese people) in one vicinity and no bargaining/haggling taking place.

It was like a scene from Tokyo Drift except that you had crusty white guys trying to scam on no-speaker-no-Engrish asian girls.

Gross.

It’s Called It’s Over For A Reason.
So like I said, it’s 7 past 11 and suddenly I’m getting txt msgs from this guy of mine whom I used to date.

Refer to one-word adjective before last subtopic if you please.

>)

Exactly.

Aiights, I’m outs. I don’t know how to end this so I’ll just kill it here.

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