A Chameleon of changing colors

We are a chameleon of changing colors. Sometimes we are red, sometimes green. Now we are blue, and soon black.

Friday, I met up with my goldfriends in town (: Out of blue moon, we went to do manicure and pedicure. So we played a little game of colors like a chameleon.

Beverly has glittering gold
Charlene has the darkest purple
Naomi has the darkest blue

We went to Graffiti Cafe for dinner. Beverly asked, " Do you want blue or green straw?" A Normal me will say green. But that day I wanted blue.

We walked from Punggol MRT to home because we missed the last train and were too unwilling to cab. ): Thanks to Charlene's great stories, I heard things following me through the bushes. I hope it was a chameleon.