MUNDANE, INSIPID, READ-UNWORTHY SATURDAY
That doesn’t deserve much of your attention to read on.
Serious.
Erm, yeah.
Ignore the not very eye-catching graphics that adorn this post, cos they are unlikely to rouse any interest.
So, get yourself a cup of hot tea, put on your pyjamas(or well, strip naked if you have the habit of sleeping in the nude like I do), hug a bolster, suck on your thumb as you surf through this lacklustre post(supposedly not going to be a brief one) that most probably is so dry that it’s gonna put you to sleep.
*Yawn*
Not exactly how 2 melancholic ladies should be spending their Saturday, don’t ya think?
But what to do?
We are jobless, broke, and very, very emotinally perturbed.
All factors that screamt in our faces purposed us to have an eventless evening, which we would spend wallowing in sorrow, worry endless about tomorrow.
Woah! Rhymes, you know.
Come to think of it, why would people think tomorrow would be a better day?
To more rows. Not very healthy for relationships, isn’t it?
More than half of tomorrow is made up of 5/6 of sorrow.
To more sorrow, perhaps?
Oh, pardon my lameness.
I was staring blankly into my monitor(yes, yes. I stall my brains and let my thoughts drift aimlessly this way. Always.), fixing my gaze at the word ‘tomorrow’, and the bleak thoughts came to mind, again.
Woops. Out of point.
Met up with the sexy and glamourous Miss Posh for dinner at City Hall MRT in the evening.
Was greeted by the eye-catching sweetheart, who was, surprise surprise, in jeans for the night.
So was I.
The posh and poised went casual!
Keeping up with the tai-tai life proved to be a daunting task.
Even the choice of dinner place was rather unconventional.
We opted for fast food at Burger King cos yours truly had a strange craving for burgers, and it would be more economical a meal in town.
But Janice is so not a burger person, but she gave in to the demands of my hormones, and went ahead anyway.
One of the highlights of the evening was a nostalgic one.
Bumped into Henry who was coming out of the loo.
‘You’ll be surprised who I am with today,’ he hinted.
When I saw Quanbin and Qinghui emerging from the gents, I went into a tiny frenzy.
Quanbin is one of my most precious guy buddies, ever.
Alas, we kinda lost touch and drifted apart over the years.
It’s quaint how I was just thinking about him on that very afternoon(something in the previous post triggered a thought of him), before I bumped into them.
I was terribly thrilled to see the old pals again. The old pal who meant such an awesome lot to me throughout the years.
But yet, you can’t help but feel sometimes, such things aren’t mutual.
My mind went on autopilot mode, and I went into a semi-daze while munching on my burger.
I am gonna skip the what-nots that went through my thoughts, cos, sometimes, thinking back to the past could be quite emotionally draining.
No, there wasn’t anything bad or bitter about the past.
In fact, the friendships with this group of chums were one of the most beautiful things in my life.
The only sad truth is, some things in life don’t shine on brilliantly forever.
Anyway!
It was definitely fantastic to see Quanbin again. I miss that part of my youth.
So. Dinner was a spread of 2 set meals, and with additional add-ons of chicken tenders and cheesesticks.
I’ve got a bump like a preggie woman who is 3 months gone.
I was smart to wear something that could conceal the inches of lard I had manufactured over the weeks.
Since it was quite a historical moment as it was our first date at a fast food joint, Janice excitedly insisted on taking a picture to mark its significance.
Well, I wouldn’t by-pass a chance to whore myself in front of the camera, would I?
I strategically placed my hands, so I would not succumb myself to some unhealthy competition in which I would definitely lose by a huge margin.
The two casual dollies for the evening, looking all sweetness and demure.
Did I hear demure?
Ah.
Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the epitome of poise and sophisticated, in casuals, illuminating the entire Burger King.
Muahahahaha.
*Snaps fingers* Someone pass the burf bag, please.
Did a little perfume browsing at Robinson’s, and I finally realised what a doofus I had been.
Aqua Di Gio is in fact, ACQUA Di Gio. My bad.
Fahrenheit *cough* seems like a nice scent too… Mmm.. *nostalgia*
Took a bus ride down to Flappers, where we chatted over orange juice.
The evening was slowing down to such a ridiculous pace that we grew intensively bored.
At such, the camera took the centre stage, and we ease the boredom by snapping all things beautiful.
*Tadang* The only 2 that fulfilled the above criteria.
Muahaha.
The lightings were rather dim, and we risk looking like the postergirls for some pornographic movie or some sort.
And I have no idea why the angle makes the 2 of us look as if we were nude or something. Duh.
We weren’t, please.
I thought my top would hide my bulge, but apparently, it makes me look more pregnant than ever. Boo.
A consolation is, at least this can fit into my maternity wardrobe in the future.
The backview to my new top, and looking retro with my hair bunned up.
Have no idea why I was feeling forlorn and forsaken for the entire evening at Flappers.
A friendly Melbourne chap came over and asked us where do most expats go to, and that immaculate accent further triggered thoughts of a particular system of principles – BenTingism.
Muahahahaha.
The night slithered on unhurriedly. It was getting so monotonous that I certainly did not forsee how my mood could be perked up at all.
I had a companion whose thoughts were miles away too.
And man,it was indeed a lengthy night. Certainly didn’t expect that it would go on longer than we had planned it to be.
Where else could we end up at, you say.
You’re right. Attica, again.
And no, there won’t be lousy specimens this time round.
And, we decided to pick ourselves out, cast those bugging thoughts aside, shed those burdens within, wave the shadows of people whom we shouldn’t be bothered with away, and F.. heck care all those issues/people.
This time round, one of the bouncers whom we did not know personally recognised us, and we were whisked into the club without the hassle of the snaking queue.
Signs that we have been gracing the club once too often? Woops.
The club was still relatively empty when we reached at 10 plus, and still was pretty quiet at 11pm.
It was then a few other bouncers introduced themselves, and we struck a conversation whilst the night warmed up.
I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO ‘SHOW OFF’ WHAT ONE OF THEM SAID.
No, not how one of them nicknamed Janice the *sneer* sweet one, while I got branded the delicious one.
Someone has to tell them we are the *ahem* Posh and Poised ones.
*Clears throat*
One of them, Cobra, who is a personal trainer, casually asked if I work out much at the gym or some sort.
Feeling slightly indignant that he might be hinting I am in need of some huffing and puffing to lose those flabs, I mustered the sweetest smile I could, shook my head and counter-asked ‘Why?‘.
‘Your build seems like the sort who work out quite a fair bit.‘
*Ting floats around with a gigantic beam*
Cool or what?! I look like the sort who work out a lot, ya know! Does that mean I am lean and looking healthy?
Muahahaha. I am such a cheater. I am definitely too lazy for the gym.
Then again, I was pulled back to reality after my lucid mind prompted that Jojo Sinclair works out quite a lot too, and she is no where near lean and slim.
Bleah.
Still, he made me day.
*Giggles* *Chuckles* *Sniggers*
But pictures don’t lie.
My arms are too flabby, and are a clear give-away that I have been suppering a tad too much.
*Wails*
Cruel, cruel, life.
The sweet posh one and I then bumped into does-not-have-the-hots-for-me David, who got for us a reserved table near the dancefloor and the bar, which was rather conducive, and prompted more chats and bitchings from the 2 ladies.
People-watching was pretty interesting too.
Marvelling at the sights of stunningly sexy babes, and cooing over yuppies who carried off the tight white shirts brilliantly.
Before long, I downed a shot of kamikaze, 3 glasses of orange juice(yes, Janice and I were the weirdos who ordered endless flow of juices instead of alcohol! Wahahaha) and yet, another shot of kamikaze.
Tab on the house, yet again.
David joined us on-and-off for chats, and had absent-mindedly left his walkie-talkie on the table before walking off to do his rounds.
Erm, hardly visible I guess.
We ended up hiding his walkie-talkie, and pretended we have absolutely no idea where it was.
My handphone was kidnapped in the process for the exchange of hostages.
And after an hour or so later, then did we finally relent, and return each other’s communication gadget, safe and sound.
Seeing how I was munching on every single piece of orange in the juice prompted David to get the very cute waiter(Sean? Shaun? Shawn?) to bring us something, er, rather special(?).
A glass filled with multiple slices of orange.
We were so ‘privileged’ that we even had orange slices as ‘snacks’.
Muahahaha.
David(no, not this one, but the skinny latte Englishman) had messaged me earlier that he might drop by Attica, but it was a tad disappointing that he didn’t turn up at all.
Sigh. *forlorn*
By 1.30am, the 2 kamikazes knocked me off, and I took a breather at the cushioned seats outside.
I must have dozed off for 20 minutes or something. How embarrassing.
I would like to attribute it to fatigue or tiredness, but being a bummer with ample rest, I could only concede and admit that I am a darn freaking lousy drinker.
Alcohol never failed to make me sleepy.
The very nice waiter actually brought me a cup of iced water seeing the lousy state I was in.
But I was actually snoozing and didn’t have the chance to thank him personally. Muahahaha.
I definitely wasn’t drunk, but I just couldn’t fight the snoozebug away.
The problem for me with alcohol is, it makes me sleepy, yet the slumber I derived from it would never be long enough a rest.
I would end up waking up feeling oh-so energetic, alert and perky, unable to rest further, like on a caffeine-high or something.
I was ignited to life after the power-nap, sprung up feeling all refreshed, and sashayed back into the club with a bounce in my steps.
Wheeeeeeeeee! And into party animals, we morphed.
After an hour of vigorous dancing, we headed out and chatted to Clifford and his wife for a little while.
Before venturing back in, we sat around outside the club, chatting to the incredibly nice guy, Terry.
I guess it was one of the first times we had an extensive conversation which went beyond the usual casual greetings.
I gasped in amazement when he spoke of his usual weekend rountine.
He normally would not sleep nor rest on Fridays and Saturdays, and would only get to rest on late Sundays.
He holds 2 jobs, and he would go for his day job after breakfast at 9am when the club ceases operation at say, 6.30am.
Wow.
Pretty impressive stamina for a 33 year-old.
Sounds pretty insane in my opinion.
Yakked about his recent trip to Shanghai, past jobs, day job, yadda yadda..
At the end of it, we were offered one free wakeboarding lesson, with all fees waived!
Wheee! I could FINALLY look forward to my virgin wakeboard trip in the next couple of weeks after the previous plan fell through!
Just before we proceeded back into the club, the unbelievably, infinitely, intensely, tremendously, awfully drop-dead sexy Roberto(he’s a model who works at the door, in his sleek shirt and tie) joined in.
*Inhale*
Exhale, baby, exhale. Someone should teach me how to breathe when he’s around.
He’s extremely goofy, and I started teasing him if he still eats much durian.
I saw him on television last week when this variety program was looking for tourists and dare them to try durian.
The Spanish was stopped by the hosts, who later on, took his portfolio folder, and paraded his pictures on national television.
Roberto was only dressed in briefs in those pictures!!
Gosh. That was so freaking sizzling hot.
Let me say that again. THAT WAS SO FREAKING SIZZLING HOT!
That mischievous look in his eyes, the goofy actions, the cheeky smile that flirted so wantonly with the screen.
Absolutely droolsome.
Yet, he could switch on the intensity to his eyes, sleek and sophistication to his moves, and alternating between a cool, slight smile and an innocent, cute grin.
Gorgeous. Dangerously sexy.
The chiselled good looks, smouldering eyes.
Awwww….
If only Singapore is littered with such guys.
Anyway, he was unexpectedly friendly and filled us in on how the hosts insisted on peeking his pictures.
I exhaled.
The very bored delicious poised one decided to play with Janice’s camera phone, and managed a few delicious shots.
Like the very act sweet one below.
And, together with the babe.
Not very well-taken.
Again.
Ahh.. that’s better.
We jumped on the chance to get Terry into the picture, and Roberto offered to be the executioner for the task.
A tad too dark, but wasn’t too bad an effort by Roberto.
And how could we let such a golden chance to pass?
We flanked Roberto, but Terry’s skills didn’t do him(nor *cough* us) much justice.
I secretly sniggered at the fact that Janice was wearing black and pretty much merged into the background, hence making Roberto and I looking every inch of a couple.
Yeah, right. Dream on.
Muahahaha.
Since we were venturing up to Attica Too, we collected our bags from the counter, and I whipped out my brutally honest camera for more quality, albeit a tad harsh pictures.
The 2 tired-looking ones.
Janice and Terry. We both agree the pictures don’t really do Mr Nice Guy much justice.
Me and the bouncer who recognised us.
Is there something on my arm, you ask. No, there’s nothing at all. Your eyes are playing tricks on ya. I did not do any editing to my arm. You must be mistaken.
Yeah, you are deluded.
I do not intend to cheat by airbrushing my flabby arms away like *cough* somebody does.
It was then when we spotted Big Bird!
Hmm, more like Big Bird’s cousin, in blue.
Frankly, it looked much worse in real life with the net stockings and shiny PVC skirt. It was a clash of all the fashion faux pas.
We shouldn’t be so mean. Tsk tsk.
The heat in the open was killing us, and we decided to head up to Attica Too.
Of course, not before we stop to exchange air-kisses with Jump Mayll(gee, we had always thought it’s Jumail or something), and took a few pictures with the lovely friendly giant.
Messy hair, I know.
Just when it was Janice’s turn, 2 adorable beings popped into the frame, making this a merrier picture.
Yup, 2 strangers. No names, no introductions.
I thought they were being really sporting and cute. So if any of you guys recognise them, do let me know. Muahaha.
The melancholic air lingered.
Not for long, anyway.
Janice and I made a pact as we pranced up the steps that we would tuck the hues of blues away, and enjoy ourselves thoroughly, before sealing the pact with high fives and hugs.
And party on, we would.
And boy, party on, we blardy did!
Was looking for David since he had earlier suggested to us to look for him to have a drink together, but it was almost impossible to penetrate through the condensed crowd.
We gave up scootering through the impermeable mass, and stood right next to the VIP area.
Have utterly no clue to how everything happened, but the bouncer guarding the VIP area actually *gasp* lift the barrier and invited us in.
It was a much more comfortable and exclusive place to groove to the music, overlooking the entire party crowd.
I like Attica Too’s spins.
It was then when a very friendly lady made conversation with us, and introduced her group of girlies to us.
Jessica, Michelle, Niki, Janice and I. Janice had insisted to join me in the twirly club.
The girls were fabulous and really bubbly. Great joy to have their company for the night.
Niki is touring Singapore and is from New York.
David spotted us and joined us at the VIP area. He insisted on buying us another round of drinks despite our refusal. Thusm we gave in and I faithfully stood by my kamikaze shot yet again.
Three shot glasses were handled over by the bartender, and being the very intelligent ladies we are, we swopped one of our shot glasses with David’s shot glass.
I took a gulp from the shot glass, and caught him cheating.
It was all lime juice and alcohol-free!
Tsk tsk. Didn’t they know we have ample brains and had resorted to such methods to fool the 3 doctors before?
David downed the kamikaze, and got me another shot though I had wanted to settle for the lime juice. Of course, he wouldn’t allow me to.
The Japanese Porn Star(in totti’s words) and Janice.
Yes, I look blardy fat right next to him. *grumble grumble curse curse*
And no, he DOESN’T….. you know the rest.
The surprise of the night came when we were boogie-ing to the music, really having the time of our lives when Roberto saw us, gave us a mesmerising grin, and said ‘hi’.
Suddenly, he pulled both our hands to the VIP seating area like a flamboyant host, and asked if we would like to join him and his friends for some drinks.
Couldn’t quite remember their names, but I remember there was this New Yorker who is really fluent with his Mandarin!
He flaunted his linguistic skills after asking me if I speak Chinese.
Didn’t really enjoy being confined to the red plush seats, Janice and I headed back to where we originally were, and carried on dancing.
Roberto and the New Yorker was standing right next to the bar, and we chatted to them briefly before Roberto insisted on buying us drinks.
Again?!?! I wish I am someone who appreciates alcohol and all these treats would seem much more enticing to me.
It’s almost hard to say ‘no’ to Roberto, and a shot of something vile was swiftly passed to us.
I took a big sip of the violent liquid, and there was this quaint and heavy taste which scrunched up every inch of my face.
Absolutely repulsive.
What David told me later was, that was Roberto’s usual drink and I had conveniently forgot the name to it.
Fresh from a shot of kamikaze, I knew I wouldn’t survive if I bare the glass.
The sneaky one chose the oblique way out.
I tilted the glass in the dark, and much of the volume was emptied onto the carpet.
Hehehehehehehehehe. *sheepish*
I pretended to down the rest of the shot, and overturned the empty shot glass on the counter, to show the glass was cleared of its content.
Somewhere 30cm away from me, another posh sneaky one was doing the exact same thing.
Muahahaha. Birds of same feather flock together, I supposed.
David came by and joined in the conversation, and I recalled how we have yet to have a proper shot of Roberto.
OH MY OH MY!!
*fans myself fervently*
The eyes!! The eyes!!
Somebody help me! I am hyperventilating.
Anyway, I look so fat that it is as if I am squeezing the both of them out of the frame. Bleah.
That lucky bitch lass.
I guess I am luckier cos I have both their arms round me rather than them having their arms around each other *points to the picture above with Janice*.
MUAHAHAHAHAHA.
Again, you could crop David out of the picture and Roberto and I would look like the perfect couple.
Roberto is white. David is yellow. Ting is scarlet.
I simply adore this picture. *giggles*
He is so gorgeous, can?!
Roberto.
And.. AND.. AND!
I groped his tight, firm, A-grade butt.
No no no, I am not a pervert! *weak defense*
Roberto turned away, and his back was facing us when David made a comment on how everyone is always eyeing Roberto’s butt.
Being not a very butt person, I glanced down, and couldn’t quite comprehend why except that guys who wear pants have more appealing arse(actually I prefer guys who wear beige colour cargo pants or such).
Before I knew it, David grabbed my hand suddenly and the next thing I was aware of, my hand was on Roberto’s fleshy butt.
I let out a loud squeal out of sheer ecstacy embarrassment and giggled myself silly.
I am so sure the tinge of scarlet on me wasn’t from the effect of alcohol alone.
The cheeky Roberto then bent over and struck a pose as if to invite us to spank him, jokingly.
David then sabotaged again, and I was again taken by surprise when he pulled my hand over to smack Roberto on the butt.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I tried to display the most innocent look and vehemently denied it was me.
I groped and spanked the sexy one!
Woooo….
And I have a confession.
I am so bloody guilty that I didn’t retract my hand.
Cos really, it was so blardy firm and toned.
*Gasp in amazement*
WOAH is the word.
You don’t know what you are missing man. Coming from a not-very butt person, it is an utmost compliment.
Girls and boys, it’s not the right thing to touch other people’s butts, so please do not attempt this, at all.
Sigh. When can I do that again eh?
Danced on, before someone came over and struck a conversation with us again.
An Indian, a local, with his Holland friend, Edy, in tow.
They chatted briefly to us, and yet again, insisted on buying us drinks.
What’s with everyone?
They got the wrong people! We are not into drinks, at all.
Will orange juice do, we asked.
Apparently not.
We declined.
Conversation went on, and on, and though it was quite an extensive and decent conversation, I couldn’t remember most of it.
Somehow Janice and I then asked what does the local do, he broke into a smile, and said he would tell us only if we allow him to buy him a drink.
David walked past, the guy turned to him, and cheekily said ‘The girls asked me what do I do for a living.’
Sensing something amiss, I asked for his name.
‘Mikey.‘
Janice and I turned to each other with all the dramatic expressions in the right places and laughed ‘So you are Mikey, we heard pretty lot about you.‘.
We didn’t need a drink to find out his occupation anymore.
He’s one of the bosses of Attica, who oversees the operations.
Right.
So we didn’t know who he was.
But even knowing who he is, doesn’t mean we would butter up his arse or whatsoever.
Conversation went on as per normal, except that we could not refuse the drinks treat anymore.
Another kamikaze.
Whee! My 4th! Record breaking day!
Plus the sips of vodka orange from Jessica’s glass when she offered me, and the sips of vodka redbull from David’s glass when he offered me, and the big sip of vile shot Roberto got for us, it’s indeed an impressive feat in my standard.
Apparently my flowy top gotten some comments, and I jokingly pressed fabric close to my tummy to show the contour of it to show I am not pregnant.
And Mikey actually complimented my not-so-flat tum and suggested that I should get it pierced.
He will sponsor it, he said.
Wah.
Wait till I tone it up and lose a few more inches.
Before I knew it, it was becoming like a who-has-a-bigger-tummy competition between the guys and Edy was showing off his big, round tum.
I forgot to tell them it’s impossible to beat my ex in this field.
Noticed there’s a surgery scar on Mikey’s abdomen and he had actually donated a kidney to his brother.
Wow.
*cough* Yah, somebody is in need of some gym sessions and some intensive sit-ups training.
Was blardy taken by surprise when the picture was taken.
I shan’t say how much I wish it was from Roberto instead. Muahaha.
But Edy is actually a very nice and decent gentleman who had no ill-intentions.
Besides being really goofy when taking pictures for theatrical effects, he was mostly cracking jokes and did not even come near or try to be touchy to us.
Janice had a peck from him too and it was more of a friendly gesture from the man from Amsterdam.
The guys insisted on treating another round of drinks, and got David round to the counter to join us too.
4 glasses of vodka orange, Mikey ordered.
As if it was a standard practise, the bartender handed out 2 glasses first, followed by 2 other glasses.
Janice and I took the 2 latters, and the bartender dramatically(and quite cutely) panicked and insisted those weren’t for us and tried to get it from us.
We passed the remaining 2 glasses to Mikey and David, who both downed the vodka orange, whilst we enjoyed the sweetness of pure orange juice.
Cheaters!
Then again, it was just the way business works. The bartender would always give the staffs bogus drinks.
Anyway, before we knew it, the lights came on, and the party had thus ended.
Time? 6 in the morning.
Oh no! Harsh lights were shining right in our faces of faded makeup, painting a scary sight of fatigue and flaws.
We actually hang around for a while more to finish the drinks, before heading out to Liang Court.
Janice had wanted Burger King for supper breakfast, while I rooted for the big yellow M.
Mikey and Edy joined us, but we were disappointed to find McDonald’s would only open at 7.30am, which would be another hour’s wait.
Mikey then sent us up a cab, while he returned home.
Janice and I headed to River Valley cos we were utterly famished.
By the time we settled down for supper, the sky litted prettily.
Whee! It’s morning! Day break!
How nice.
The sky. Not me. Nah, don’t look at the watch.
Muahahahaha.
David joined us for breakfast after he had finished with all the stuff at work, and by the time we finished the pratas, the sky was in its full bright glory.
Strangely, I was still very much awake despite the nagging headache started setting in cos the effects of alcohol had yet to dissolve.
David and I then shared a cab home since he stays in the west area too.
I joked about how I would send him home first but I changed my mind when the headache was a tad hard to handle.
Air-kissed him goodbye before alighting the cab, ending my extensive day.
I awe myself.
I wonder how I survived the night.
And it was a blardy fun night.
I got home with Terry’s and David’s numbers. Muahaha.
Yah, just a pity I don’t have Roberto’s.
But, I shan’t mention that he asked for mine.
I am not saying that I kissed someone on the lip for 3 seconds, sans tongues though.
And I am not saying it was a glossy, waxy kiss.
Be very jealous, I am not saying it was Janice who kissed me.
Woops.
Aren’t you guys jealous that I have a piece of Janice’s smooth, soft lips but you guys don’t?
Hurhurhur.
I fell asleep promptly after bathing, but could only manage 3 hours of sleep before the alcohol kept me awake, and unable to sleep again.
I managed to struggle on the day till now.
I am typing deliriously actually.
And what was a high, happening party night became such a miserable, boring, crappy account with my zoned out mind failing to inject life into the whole episode.
I don’t even know if I stringed all the sentences properly, or not.
Time to hit the sack.
I have yet to have the abundant rest needed to recuperate from the night.
Will edit the post if I recall anything I missed out.
Now, if you would excuse me, I shall, dip into the depth of my mattress, pillows and duvet, and indulge in some cosy snooze.
Told ya it’s a boring post.
I should whisk you away to one of them and treat you to a break on the beach sometime.
