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He: Hi, I’m running very late. I think I will be late by 15 min. Wait for me. Reason: Completing work.

Me: Poor you! See you late-r.

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Mr Dimples, as always, has impeccable British manners.

I spied the familiar white Chevrolet turning into the lane and hopped inside. My friend was charmingly dapper in the new shirt we bought together the last time. It would be a happy day.

We drove to the stadium and found ourselves in the Disney bubble.

Lunch was at a Hakka place tucked away somewhere after Kallang.

Did our rounds at the lovely Marina, walked into furniture shops, agreed that our current homes were purely functional and that it would be great to have a new empty place to inscribe our desires, said no to a guy who wanted to promote wedding packages to us, thought seriously about getting croc flip-flops (he started the thought and I was infected through osmosis, by simply being in the shop with him) and we decided to hold out in the end.

I hate to learn he has received his platinum Citibank card when I have not, and we had applied together so.

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I have sold out. My legs are now baby smooth and amazingly hairless - unnerving and ironically liberating, referring to this new state, rather than the process and experience to get to there. I’m almost buying into the notion that being less self-conscious is a good mode to be in.

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I need to believe I’m living better, doing better, and getting better as a person. Sometimes, I find I’m too cynical for my own good. This is where Disney and Mr Dimples come to the rescue. Both are very safe and very sane, and make me secure with the knowing that there are still things in life that I can easily have, that I can be happy and enjoying some kind of normalcy.

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