The Dancing Queen
Hi readers! Another non-sensical post coming up (I'll trymy best to make it sensible). I'm not very sure where to start. I guess we can start from the information that I've been seeing a therapist/counsellor/psychologist/whatever other names these people have. I started going around April or May I think, and have been going about once a month for 3 times before a hiatus due to a business trip to the US (that's another story all together that I don't think I'll write about here anytime soon, tough luck :p), and have just started going again this month. The story happened on the second time I went this month, which was yesterday. The counsellor's office/meet-up place is in the Clarke Quay area. After my session ended at around 5.30pm, I was deciding where and what to eat for dinner. As I was deliberating, I walked towards the MRT, and decided to check out the river area, because what could be a better place for someone who just finished a therapy session for