I CONFESS…

I am forcing myself to blog.

I don’t feel like blogging. Or rather, I don’t feel like thinking what I want to blog.

Yet again, I feel like blogging.

Had contemplated to blog something about ‘kissing’ when I realised Janice had done it before I do.

And the eerie concidence made my skin break out into a field of 3-D goosebumps.

It has been a long while since I blogged about my views on issues, stuffs, or anything general.

Things that stirred, people who affected me, incidents that touched, individuals who hurt me, sights that angered me, injustice that annoyed me.

Sign of escapism.

It’s too tiring to put myself through that kind of judgmental attitude, and make myself feel that what I tried to convince myself didn’t and still don’t matter, in fact, do.

So, I don’t blog extensively about those stuffs which I feel strongly about anymore, there barely are any traces left of the justifier in me anymore. Numbed, devoid of such bugging feelings that do nothing but make you feel like a vulnerable marshmellow.

I am not. I am tough. I may seem fragile but I bounce back, hard. Nothing really matters to me anymore. I can deal with whatever that’s thrown in my path.

Yah, I am a cheater.

If you guys are deceived, you are not alone. I too, am cheated by the evil Ting.

So, I shall just blabber on with anything that comes to mind.

Don’t think. Don’t think. Just don’t think in THAT direction anymore, Ting.

***

I feel a wee bit productive today.

I finally caught up with some quality sleep, which I terribly shortchanged my system with.

It was bad. I didn’t sleep after meeting up with Dilun and Janice for supper on Sunday night(which ended around 6am in the morning! Gosh!).

I pressured it further until 12 noon, before the snoozebug assassinated me, and I collapsed right in front of the monitor while in the midst of sending out emails.

Woke up after 3 hours of brief, disturbed sleep, and met up with Janice and Dilun again for dinner at City Hall.

Knowing Janice would be late(and would be dying to blog at wherever that has wireless), and that she had Dilun for company, I finished off with my emailing, and kept them waiting for a while.

Ahem. A long while, in fact.

I took a train instead of cab. Well done, way to go Ting.

It’s so untypical of me to be taking train rides these days.

Lethargic.

I could feel the drag with each step I took.

It wasn’t the sleep deprivation. It was something else.

I think the insecurity was biting me again.

Some sort of feeling of utter dissatisfaction with one self.

I wished I had locked myself up at home. With bolted doors, padlocked too.

I felt atrociously hedious, ridiculously self-conscious.

Don’t ask me why and convince me otherwise. I don’t need any convictions.

Shove it up.

Met up with Bruce for a drink after dinner, and I am sorry to say I didn’t quite appreciate the bar along Duxton Road as much as he does.

I barely finished my Tequila sunrise this time.

In fact, I had less than half a glass, before I morphed into a high hue of scarlet, totally unglam.

Conversation with the witty and jovial Bruce and Ted was cool.

I can’t remember when was the last time my emotions was stirred this way.

I had devoided myself of much feelings that the usual crybaby me had cried less than FIVE times in 2005.

Utterly brilliant feat.

Let’s applause to that.

No, not THAT way you guys think Ben or Alan or Mr KG(eh, ya, they have different emotional impact on me, muahahaha) stirred me.

Bruce is still very much an awesomely attractive and charming man. All 50 years of the Kiwi eludes this fatherly appeal, yet comes across as a pretty shrewd man high up on the corporate ladder.

But, I felt something else.

Something which struck me hard.

His 19 year-old daughter was hit by a motorbike last year, and is recovering in some neighbouring country, while his wife and youngest girl are here with him.

Questions posed to him were all answered in a matter-of-factly way, with an assuring smile to full-stop his sentence.

‘What injuries did she sustain?’

‘She broke her thigh into 3 parts, her shin into half, and serious head injuries, so she can’t really move.’

Rather speechless. I didn’t expect it to be of such seriousness. I didn’t catch exactly what was it, but it sure sounded excruciating.

For her, and for him, as a dad.

‘How’s she recovering?’

‘Well, she will never recover. She’s not going to. So, we all are prepared she’s gonna die young and early. Just a matter of time.’

I displayed a sympathetical, yet disturbed expression unawaringly.

He gave me a pat on the shoulder, laughed and assured ‘Don’t worry about that, it’s my problem, not yours. And it’s just life, isn’t it?’

He gave that jovial smile he always did, and added ‘Such is life, sometimes you remember, sometimes you don’t.‘

I thought I caught a hint of vulnerability on his face, and a hue of relent in his voice.

This man had gone through much that it’s not that he doesn’t bother. He is just seasoned at handling whatever life threw him with.

Yah, I understand that perfectly, I said.

Diverting my gaze, I smiled bitterly.

Amnesia, by choice.

Such is Bruce. And many others.

Ting included.

Sometimes you remember, sometimes you don’t.

This sentence rang tirelesslysince then. Still does.

Anyway, adjourned to Tapas Tree for tea with Dilun and Janice.

I can’t believe I fell asleep on the couch cos the alcohol from that few sips of Tequila sunrise(Janice had a big gulp of it, the lady working at the bar who chatted to us finished half the glass for me, and I did not empty the glass either!) knocked me out.

It didn’t take long before we decided to head home instead.

And somehow, the power nap at Tapas Tree kept me awake till wee hours in the morning.

***

I feel a tad productive today.

The toilet bowl was scrubbed. Washing basin was polished. The bathtub is now shiny too. Even the floor is beaming with pride now.

Dark washings are cleared(whee!), and I have fresh dose of dark underwears to wear for the next few days!

I finally get rid the thick coat of dust stacking over the parquetry in my room, so that my feet no longer migrate the dust onto my cosy bed.

I bathed the dishes left in the sink.

I cleared the stuffs in the living room.

I spreaded the clothes onto the pole to dry.

And then, thunder roared.

I convinced myself I was cool, and I no longer would be fazed by any of those phobias of mine.

I am tough, I am a changed person, remember?

I no longer feel.

I no longer fear.

It took another few growls before I fled the open area in fear, without switching off the lights, and left few pieces of garment in the lurch.

The sky wouldn’t stop blinking, and I could see it illuminating my room with intimidating white flashes.

I am still afraid.

Darn.

It took the coward a while to calm herself down, and unfastened the tight hands vacuuming her ears.

The blardy fear never went away, like I thought it did.

I am, still, very much me.

***

I feel a little productive today.

I finally finished watching the Notebook.

Awesome, awesome.

Touching.

I refused to give in to my emotions.

I refused to tear.

Bleah.

But it was sooooooooooooo sweet.

Man, I am still a sucker for romance.

Very much so.

I am still, very much, me.

***

I feel a bit productive today.

I sent out dozens of personal emails, rather extensive ones.

A personal touch, to keep in contact with some of the people who had impacted me, yet many of which I don’t expect a reply from.

And some, I don’t have the guts to send out to.

How much does a kg of balls cost? I need some.

That was rather emotionally draining too.

Yet, it was much more liberating than what I have got here.

Some, were the direct confrontation of my deepest fears.

Perhaps, that’s how I divert my incessant urge to type, so that I didn’t have to blog.

Then again, I ended up typing endlessly here too.

It’s amazing how I could type this far, thinking that I have absolutely nothing to blog about earlier on.

My longwindedness awes myself sometimes too.

Man, I need to get away from here.

Run away, I will, again.

Not before I get a laptop so I could roam other countries with lotsa pictures taken, and upload them instantly, blogging from any and every country possible.

Woo. Dream on.

It wouldn’t make a difference to anybody anyway. Isn’t it amazing how I didn’t receive a single SMS these days, and the only phone call I received today was from someone who dialed the wrong number?

Bleah. I.WANT.TO.FLY.TO.SOMEWHERE.

It’s not that easy being an escapist, ya know. Muahaha.

***

Eeeeeeeeeeeek!

Why is this post so blardy boring?

Anyway, time for digression.

Hurhurhur.

You know, with publicity, comes great responsibilities?

After I had been Big*beep*ed, I didn’t expect the dust under the carpet would come to light so swift.

What can I say?

Erm, prepare to be *cough* famous anytime, anywhere, anyday, anyhow?

Just like how you are always advised to wear clean, nice, lacey, sexy, sweet, pretty, presentable underwears just in case anything happens.

Before I was Big*beep*ed, I did something, morally not right.

And now, it has come to light.

*Cues lightnings and thunders*

I proposed to a guy.

Oh no. Sorry guys, I didn’t mean to shatter all your hopes and create that kind of devastation in you…

But! But! But! How could one not to be attracted to his pair of sexy pins?

*Ting blows kisses out to appease the crowd, making up for the -ahem- hurt*

Dear Kenny, I did not forget about you since MotoGP started(Awww… trust me, you’re always *cough* in my thoughts).

Oops.

And *ahem*, who was the one who didn’t respond to my marriage proposal?

I bet you are just waiting for more babes to throw in a few other marriage proposals and you would rather pick the better ones of the lot.

*EVIL GLARE* Am I right? HUH! AM I RIGHT??

*Ting pokes index finger into, er, Kenny’s lardy muscular chest*

I should know.

Cos that’s exactly what I am waiting for. Muahahaha.

Marriage proposals from a pool of guys, without them knowing that I am contractually bounded by my fellow Malaysian.

Muahahahahaha.

See! Now my market suffers a huge blow, and is temporarily damage.

But erm, seeing how the Liar Sly and Maia’s kids-affair style publicity stunt marriage plans, I am sure it’s not gonna affect my eligibility, right?

Say ‘Right!!‘, everybody.

Good.

And no, dear readers, I didn’t mislead you guys into thinking I am very much available.

I am. Still am.

*Grins sweetly and innocently*

And Kenny, David Tao is cute.

I didn’t think he is, until I chanced upon the sweetie pie, and I bet you’re just bitter that he smiled at me, and made my heart fluttered.

Admit it, you’re *cough* jealous.

Muahahaha.

Ah well. Enough nonsense from me for the night.

Good night peepz.

Erm, fine.

Morning.

HONEY, I’M LATE

No, my menses wasn’t delayed.

*Ting gives a diva wave of dismissal* *Roll eyes*

And NO, I am definitely not preggie(*cough* I have no reason to be, anyway).

Recently, many people had termed how they were ‘Browned‘, ‘Xiaxued‘, ‘Miyagied‘ and blarblarblar, so on and so forth, with references to how their blog addresses were whored given worthy mentions on the above blog-icons’ sites.

The first time someone mentioned he was ‘Browned’, my rather vivid imagination had confused the term with ‘Roasted’ – a slang term used by English footballers who shared young women for sex.

Pardon my ignorance, I say.

No, no, I assure you there wasn’t anything sleazy in my train of thoughts. Really.
Really!

*Bows head in shame*

BUT! BUT! BUT!

With sheer exuberant, I shall announce that my site’s hits escalated abundantly, cos I had been FU erm, oh well, nevermind.

Okay, I had been *Beep*ED.

Yay! Yay! Yay! I was *beep*ed! I was *beep*ed!

Why does it not sound as nice huh?

Ah well.

Of course, I wasn’t the main leads, but was more shortlisted for being Xiaxue-killers.

A slight challenge was put across.

‘scarlett: haha, you unswirly, and i’ll make an extra bonanza post about how excited i am.‘ — J Schnorng(aka Big *Beep*)

The impulsive lass in me rubbed my hands in glee, went to my archive of 3000 pictures, skimmed through the intensive collection, handpicked a dozen of fine selections, resized them, and decided I shall finally unmask the lady behind the twirls.

Freaking no joke.

Tsk. I always fall for such ploys when people dare me.

I was feeling a tad eccentric today, and had seriously contemplated on revealing the nothing-to-be-mysterious-about face.

But after sharing the cranky thought with around 10 people, I snapped out of my bimboism, and chickened out.

Muahahahaha.

Not a gimmick, neither am I blog-teasing you guys, but I did seriously bring up the issue for discussion with a few people, and asked their opinions on that.

I even got the privilegedly chosen pictures ready!

But, nah… I don’t wanna cheat you guys of your precious feelings.

Cos most of the pictures were taken during my PRE-27inches-waist time.

YAH.

Twenty-blardy-freaking-seven inch.

Measured today. Just now.

I wanted to take a picture of it, but was too devasted to.

*#$&*^#@%$%!#!#%^$

I feel like coming up with a concoction of vocabs with a mixture of J F B C L…

Some of those letters may be repeated.

Not necessary in that order.

Do you really need me to spell it out?

Alright.

ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Fatty-Bom-bom Jumbo Copious Large Lump of Lard.

I am a lard-yielding, fat-brewing, grease-manifesting machine.

America is gonna fight Iraq over me soon. Sigh.

World peace, please.

Oh, digress a wee too much, didn’t I?

Anyway, I don’t really know what got to me, but I seriously had wanted to post my untwirled pictures out, somehow.

But, what if J Schnorng removes me even from the shortlisted list, and I scare away all readers?? My blog will thus reduce to a ghost town, ya know!

So, gee, with the sane advices from the babes, I shall not comply.

‘What if you are out with Ben and people recognise you and catch you guys smooching?!‘

Er, yah, *cough* if only.

Conversation with Janice right now:

Tingism. says:
i look awful. no make up, or wadever

Tingism. says:
and 2 days no sleep

Janicism says:
without makeup quite scary one leh

OUCH.

OUCH.

OUCH!!!!

See. She should know.

Theory proven.

One day, just one day, I would.

In the meantime, I shall make do with, my very, very, belated sexyblogger!

Actually, after I got home from Eileen’s place from watching MotoGP, I found a plastic bag of clothes, relented to their gonna-be-history fate.

Apparently Mum had packed those clothes to dispose them or something.

And, to my utter flabbergastion, I found……

*drums roll*

My old River Valley uniform! Very excited, ya know!

I had failed to locate it the previous time when I flaunted my school-girl look.

Okay, okay, not geeky enough to elude the nerdy SAP school aura.

I know, I know. Very crumpled.

If you see how my mum squashed the mountain of clothes into that tiny plastic bag, you would understand.

Let’s see. Which is cuter.

See the blardy difference in the face shape?

I did put on hell lot of weight.

Don’t try to convince me otherwise.

Quoting from a close pal’s blog. She would like to remain anonymous though.

“After reading Ting’s blog that she has gained some weight, I thought she was being too paranoid again. But when I opened her house door… (Ting don’t lock her door, bad habit. Wait some sex maniac come in) I believe that she really gain some weight. She used to be very bony n totally tummy free…”

*Whines* *Cowers in shame*

Subsequently, I was suddenly reminded of the sexyblogger thingy which I had yet to catch up on.

And *tadang*

Muahahahaha.

In nursey-like school uniform somemore!

Cos the last picture was intended to upload into the photosharing site, hence I lifted my flabby arm to cover the distinctive letters on my chest.

Yay! I finally jump onto the bandwagon!

But, ya, I’m late, I know.

So now, some of you out there who suspected that I have cleft lip, it’s your call whether I photoshopped it away or not.

***

Bought 2 VCDs from Carrefour today.

It has been 5 months since I last stepped into a threatre, and the deprivation is hitting me a slight too hard.

Was in a romance mood(well, no one to romance me, so I must romance myself, right?), and I grabbed two VCDs which were on offer.

The Notebook and Before Sunset.

Saw the reviews of both movies from fellow bloggers months ago, and had been dying to catch them.

Sale? Perfect.

Bought lotsa tidbits and a box of Earl Grey to tide the lonesome, yet romantic nights of VCDs watching.

While waiting for the cab, I was bored and read the summary of the films from the back of the cover.

The Notebook: As teenagers, Allie and Noah begin a whirlwind courtship that soon blossoms into tender intimacy. The young couple is quickly separated by Allie’s upper-class parents who insist that Noah isn’t right for her. Several years pass, and when they meet again, their passion is rekindled, forcing Allie to choose between her soulmate and class order.

Before Sunset: Is there someone who lingers in your memory-someone who makes you wonder what might have been?

When Jesse and Celine first met, their few hours together in Vienna for a single night were spontaneous and life-altering. Nine years later, lightning strikes twice. The unexpectedly meet in Paris. and have only one fading afternoon to decide if they should share their tomorrows.

I flipped. From both painful reminders.

Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

Each film reminds me of different someones…..

Okay, not surprising that Before Sunset reminds me of a certain Vyers Alan erm, Vyers Alan Vyers Alan doctor.

The Notebook has similarities to… hurhurhur.. one of those from Janice’s list of compatibility.

Awww….

I am such a blardy sucker for romance.

Oh oh oh! Today while surfing, I chanced upon a particular clubber, who actually *gasp* have the picture of the said manager of Attica in his blog!

And someone who had a glimpse of the picture actually likened his looks *gulps* ‘Japanese Porn-Starish’.

*cough*

Isn’t that a good thing?

But I bet totti must have watched lots to identify the resemblances almost immediately.

Singapore is too blardy small, I refuse to name many people these days unless they aren’t local. Muahahaha.

Eeee yeeerrr… so not fun anymore.

Janice did mention something along the line of Japanese looks, but deem that he has the frivolous play-boy look.

Oh hell yeah, I bet he does, and highly possibly is one. Why am I not surprised?

So, er, my dear, where does he fit into the ‘Alan, followed by Mr Z4, followed by Ben, followed by KG, followed by Vyers, followed by Dave, followed by Aqua Di Gio 1, followed by Mr BR, followed by Mr Philip Ong (who do not deserve a place at all)’ league?

Muahaha. *Evil laughs*

***

Didn’t manage to subscribe to cable television in time(I blardy forgot my identity card today), and had to get my arse out of the house to Eileen’s to catch the first race of the season.

Woohoo.

I got blardy excited even when I saw the familiar faces of the mechanics and pit crew peepz we interacted with back in January.

I made 2 casual remarks that became the jinx of the race.

1) I predicted Nicky Hayden to crash out despite in fierce contention for podium finishes.

2) I predicted Rossi will upset the local fans(Spanish circuit) by snatching the entitlement of the top step of the podium from the race leader(the Spaniard) on the last lap.

And boy, was it a drama-mama, threatrical finish to the race!

Absolutely awesome!

It was a nail-biting final lap with intense track actions, that kept me at the edge of my seat.

Rossi stormed to victory after a hostile slicing and dicing challenge, which saw him and Gibernau colliding with some body contact at the last corner of the track.

Woohoo.

The bitter rivals built up the pressure, and in the final left-hand hairpin, Rossi forced his way up to the inner line, which was the exact same line Gibernau was taking. Body contact. And Gibernau drifted into the gravel, hence losing the lead to Rossi.

Bitter end, very bitter.

It wasn’t very right, but it wasn’t a dirty tactic nor intentional. It’s extreme racing, such happens.

And to think this is the start of the new and exciting season. Imagine when will the pressure reach boiling point!

Woohoo!

Words were exchanged when Gibernau got off the bike, and Rossi won the mental battle by using this Hahaha-I-don’t-care-what-you-say-I-am-still-gonna-smile-and-be-happy attitude.

Gibernau even hesitated for a few moments too long when Rossi extended his hand out for a handshake on the podium.

Hostility was evident.

I was a Sete-convert since my previous trip and it was a little heart-wrenching to see his arm in pain.

Then again, I welcome the drama. This is what competition is about and what spectators want to see, isn’t it?

As much as everyone wants his hero to win, no fan would like to watch a season of totally unchallenging, boring, mundane, predictable race.

Results:

Winner, my Valentino Rossi baby.

The unfortune Sete Gibernau, came in 2nd.

A very encouraging and exhilarating results for Marco Melandri, who came in 3rd, his first ever podium.

Alex Barros came in fourth.

Can’t wait for the next race, coming Sunday. Estoril.

But, I became so fickle minded that I don’t know who to support anymore.

Geee..

Yes, I am such a show-off that I just have to repost all those pictures to flaunt them yet again.

***

Just had supper with 2 little ones.

Dilun(LuN) and Janice came down to Jurong for supper, before leaving for home at 6am, so that midnight surcharge would be waived.

So, there goes my romantic movie-watching night.

Took a long walk down to the prata place, and a motorcyclist, someone who’s pretty shy and sweet(the way he spoke) stopped and offer to give me a lift.

Hello?! I’m just like couple of blocks away only.

And, I am very particular when taking motorcycle lifts. With shorts, flipflops and sleeveless?

NO WAY.

Not that I would have boarded anyway, and he actually offered his helmet.

Duh.

I thanked him, declined, and strolled away.

*shudders* So scary.

I suffered an ego-beating when the very horrid untactful one said something along the line of ‘Girls look very different with make up on’, with reference to YOURS TRULY.

Blardy hell.

Never die before.

Of course, when you see a sleepless Ting without makeup, with dishevelled hair and tired skin, the sight could be pretty mortifying, ya know.

And, I can’t fathom why the 2 childish ones wouldn’t stop laughing and jibing the only ancient one at the table.

Arghhh.

Conclusion?

Thank God I didn’t turn eccentric and suddenly splashing my pictures all over.

Phew.

Alright. It has been more than 24 hours since I had any rest.

Shall busy myself with some email-sending before finally hitting the sacks.

Woohoo.

Good night.

Buonanotte.

Suddenly I wonder… if Ben is fine.

Hmm, how about Alan?

Vyers…?

Muahahahahaha.

Tsk tsk. Frivolous Ting.

WHAT NOW? WHERE TO?

Today is a day I feel a little directionless, a little disappointed.

Yet, a tad fulfilling.

Ended my mundane Saturday night with 4 chats with 4 very dear female pals of mine.

4 girls whom I love dearly.

It’s hardly a smooth patch for everyone.

Slept for a few hours before waking up to join Mr Anonymous Y for Club Rainbow’s annual event at Singapore Polytechnic.

It brewed something warm and fuzzy within.

The people I met were amazing.

The strength I observed from every, single one of them.

Especially the doting parents, with such immaculate, wholesome patience, that spot every minute detail so they could be there whenever their ailing children needed some attention.

Especially the 2 volunteers at the balloon booth, who touched me greatly with their sheer vivaciousness.

I could only watch on, immersing myself in the buzz going on all around me.

Sometimes, when you pause a little, observe a little, and that’s when you liberate your emotions, and just, feel.

It was an incredibly pretty sight.

With volunteers dressing up as movie characters, and excited kids and parents everywhere.

I thanked God for the wonderful people, and for His mercy making me a much fortunate being. I don’t have to go through the pain and suffering some of this little ones have to withstand.

It was a joyful event.

Yet one that triggered quite a flood of reflections as I asked God where He would want me to be.

Most fingers are pointing towards the door of London studies, which I still feel great reluctance to head.

Yet, I harbour a secret, and a rather excited thought of how would it be if I finally, for once in my life, put my heart and soul into studies.

Very stirred.

I looked on to everyone around me, and wondered how could I make myself useful, and how could I help in any way to make them feel better?

I started praying, saying a little prayer for anyone I set my eyes upon, and feel an affinity towards.

Adored the little girl who was in my arms.

Her name is, Tingting.

Me too, I exclaimed to her mummy.

Yiting, is her name, Tingting is what mummy calls. Huiting is mine, Tingting is what family calls too.

She was totally cool with me carrying her all around, and mingled with the adults.

And the little boy in the spiderman gear.

His curly hair and bright, sparkly eyes.

He wore his spiderman mask over his head when I requested him to.

A little shy, yet with lotsa pride as his father egged him on.

The little boy who drew and decorated his Giordano shirt with the paint provided intently, though he needed more effort to do so than the others.

Another little boy who walked around with what I supposed is an airtank, flashed me the most enchanting smile when I looked at him.

Bleah.

I am going into super-duper-emotional-drama-mama mode again.

Slap me.

It was then I suddenly feel an intense urge. A hunger.

To seek direction in His name.

Something within me had this very strong yearning to be in His embrace.

I left the event early, to head down to church.

A direction, an answer, I hoped to get.

Or perhaps, some form of comfort, from Him.

Alas.

It wasn’t meant to be.

It was a half an hour wait for the cab, and then another 20 minutes evaporated in an irritating jam along Holland Road.

An ambulance was stuck in the heavy traffic with us, and I certainly do hope whoever in it got to the hospital in time. With the urgency displayed on those on board the ambulance, it better be.

By the time I got there, the 5 people I messaged/called, did not respond to me at all.

I was hence, a tad lost.

Church just shifted, you see.

By the time I got there, the service was already over. I saw some familiar faces dispersing.

I felt a great sense of rejection.

And even long after the service ended, those whom I messaged didn’t reply to me at all.

Sense of discrimination?

I was greatly disappointed of course.

I didn’t walk up to any of those faces I recognised.

I turned my direction towards Plaza Singapura, and strolled aimlessly, merging in with the Sunday crowd.

Was God angry with me?

Was God denying me?

I couldn’t help but feel that way.

I shopped a little in Carrefour, before heading for home, still feeling lotsa dejection, and thousands of questions unanswered.

But, God would never deny anyone.

He’s still right here with me, guiding my every step, I believe.

So, this is the time for me to plan something out…

Kids, I love them.

Maybe, just maybe, I am not that directionless anymore.

ANTICIPATING THE NEW SEASON

Yes, MotoGP I am talking about here.

So blardy excited! Wooohoo!

The cuties and hotties are back in some serious actions and fight it out for the championship again.

I am biting my nails and can’t quite decide who to root for!

Cos erm, I can’t be freaking bothered about what my title should be.

I had wanted to put a fuming title to speak of my disgust with how I failed to access to www.blogger.com for the 28387464th time with either of my browsers for the past 24 hours, and how I finally managed to after I cleared the caches/history and whatnots.

But I shall cease the fire within and blog on.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #%&*$*&*!! *curse curse blardy swear swear*

Alright, I am doing fine.

Shall continue from what should have been my post yesterday. Phew, I am glad I have the habit of cutting and pasting my masterpieces before posting every post.

I am simply too lazy to change the time-stamp. So, ah! *Ting gives a diva wave of dismissal*

The ought-to-be Friday’s post:

Groggy, groggy.

I traded the pat on the back for cough syrup and the choice is wise. The cough ceased, and I was drowsy enough to be put into a deep slumber, oblivious to any discomfort in the revolting tummy and, well, the menacing throat.

Woke up to a nasty surprise.

A constant flow of *sheepish* drool was dampening the pillow.

EEEEEEEEEEEE…

You guys love me no more, right?

But, sore throat is like that one, right?

Sorry for the lack of posts for the past few days.

2 excuses reasons.

For every high, there would be a distinct low that follows. Or rather, that’s how my life works anyway.

There wasn’t much things to talk about since my life was pretty much a blank for the first 3 days of the week.

Stayed home and dwelt in the melancholy settings induced by the rain.

Man, I romanticise everything and anything, don’t I.

Reason number 2.

I was in an anti-social mood and didn’t feel like communicating with much people. Fearful of people, I deem.

My fingers are all bruised and bloody from all the intensive nail biting/tearing.

My beautifully manicured fingernails ceased to exist.

In the same breath, I didn’t have any urge to blog for that matter.

Was down, down, down in the f scram-and-leave-me-alone mood for the first 3 days of the week, and found myself incapable of opening up to much people.

Didn’t want to leave my home, didn’t want to part with my room, where I felt safe in.

Was supposed to help a friend 3 friends with some stuffs starting Monday, and I put it off all the way till, well, Thursday.

Bad, bad girl.

Tormented myself pretty much and didn’t allow myself to get any sleep for 2 days straight, before finally succumbing to the invincible fatigue.

Snoozebug is defeatable. Mental and physical fatigue might not be the case.

Got out of the house a bit on Tuesday, and lunched with Dad. We ran some errands in the day cos he didn’t want to put it off till the evening.

Finally got myself together to head out of the house on Thursday.

****

For the 164354856th time in the week, I was asked to seriously consider about furthering my studies.

Dad brought it up again.

Bumping into Chin Yee was another pressure added on.

And pretty much everyone else was bringing up the same concern.

Paper-chase is so obviously, not me.

‘You have what it takes to be anything you want.’

And an old pal even said ‘why not give it a try?‘ in a sincere manner when I joked ‘what you expect me to study? Medicine? And be a doctor when I am in my thirties?’

*Gasp in disbelief*

But I am just, not made out to be a studybug nerd nolifer student.

I am every teacher’s nightmare.

I just don’t have what it takes.

And yeap, it has caused some unnecessary pressure on me, cos it just clouded my direction even more so.

Chin Yee suggested going Melbourne would be a more cheerful place.

London, said another, since I appreciate European cultures, and am familiar with the place.

Not bad an idea, considering Melbourne has Ben is a nice place to live in, and London has cute doctors like Alan and Vyers is a place I miss dearly since my departure 6 years ago.

Both places have a slower pace of life.

If I were to study there, most probably I would take up some part-time job to go along too.

Yet, not much friends.

That burning loneliness when I was in London 6 years ago, was a wee bit too depressing.

Then again, why would it matter? I doubt I have much locally anyway.

And most likely, I would end up getting sick once too often if I stay in London, right? *sniggers* Tsk tsk. Naughty thoughts of mine should never come public.

Put that back-to-school thought away. I am not going to yield to that kind of pressure.

I am just a good-for-nothing.

****

Thanks for whatever you guys had spoken in the tagboard for me.

I had no intention to explain anything, until I see how some sweeties had vocalised their thoughts, and so well.. here are just some personal thoughts.

I myself am quite surprised by the number of people I meet nowadays, too.

Nevertheless, it’s quite an eye-opener and intensive phase of my life.

These people don’t stay for long, and may just be distant pals at the end of everything.

But it’s intriguing knowing people of a total different spectrum, observing, and try decoding what’s up on their minds.

No doubt, there would be some creeps with sleazy thoughts up their minds, and they are so intelligent that you wonder what kind of gross misjudgment you made right from the beginning.

To say I had been hooking around(tsk tsk, I ain’t a hooker, thanks), and knowing people from nightlife is contestable.

The only time we gotta know strangers, was the 3 doctors. And, it wasn’t even in a club to begin with.

It was in a smoke-free bistro, where Janice and I were downing tea, with sexy jazz serenading us in the background.

Besame Mucho.

For all the other times we had hit the clubs, we were always looking out for each other and sticking around pals who were with us.

We don’t usually club alone, if you have realised.

It just so happened that we were mostly chilling out at clubs or places near to clubs, simply because, those are the only places still operating after we finished work at the bistro.

And we were in need of chilling, or an intense chat about work and people to wrap the day up.

Somewhere to sit down, and just, chill.

Meeting people came easily for me when I was in my teenage years.

Exuberant, vivacious, vibrant.. yet never frivolous.

A tomboy, it was not surprising that most of my activities partners are guys.

I put in lotsa emotions to each and single acquaintance I met, and sometimes could come across as rather overwhelming.

As I aged, I grew insecure, more afraid.

While with Philip, he wouldn’t feel too comfortable with me meeting up with guys or having lengthy telephone conversations.

So, that was almost 2 and half years of total reclusive life.

Before his return to God, there were also people he wouldn’t want me to be around with.

An example. 8th August 2003.

He went riding with his friends, and I was hence, left programless on a holiday eve, cos there was always great reluctance to pillion me when he wanted some intensive riding.

Met up with Qiwei and Kenneth, and the 2 of them arranged one of their friends to drive me down to where they will be meeting up, and would later drive me home.

Their friend, a female.

But he didn’t want me to be seen with other ‘biking group’, and hence, sounded annoyed when I tried to justify why it wouldn’t matter if I joined other groups or not.

But of course, I gave in and ended up sitting along One Fullerton, bawling down the phone with Faith on the line.

Lonely, lonely holiday eve.

So, it was almost impossible for that kind of interaction and people-meeting I used to have.

Months after the breakup, I was still hesistant with meeting new people, cos I had totally lost that interaction skills.

And of course, a crushed confidence was what I had to overcome(Still trying, really).

And, not forgetting, the constant struggle to crawl out the pits of depression.

In fact, I still trip over my words regularly especially these days cos English is just not my forte. Tongue-tied, incoherant gibberish from the bundle of nerves I put myself through.

So, those intelligent beings I met had no problem identifying my apparently lack of confidence.

It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to get that right, I supposed.

These people are very different from the usual bunch of people I used to hang out with.

And it is amazing how you could see a totally different side of the world, the multi-faceted cultures just by a witty conversation for the night.

Yup, it could just be an instant friendship that fades away as swift as it comes by, but it will always stay as a beautiful encounter in the mind. An insight to a country, or even someone’s personal life.

And sometimes, it’s pretty awesome to find there are things you can relate to a stranger.

Like, how Vyers guessed my college correctly at the mention of Croydon.

When they asked of my liaison with London, I spoke briefly about how I was supposed to progress to University College of London(UCL) to pursue a degree in Psychology after given a conditional offer.

Which of course, I didn’t fulfil.

The bemused trio went ‘Really?! We’re all medical students from UCL!’

Such affinity.

People-watch could only tell so much. A mind-teasing conversation divulges so much more.

I jumped on the opportunity these days with the interesting people I met, probing, and relentlessly satisfying that burning curiosity within me.

All these people come by chance, and I don’t go around batting my eyelashes, pouting like a temptress to seduce like a slut.

There will be a time when everything will quieten down, and I would once again, settle down for something stable, and permanent.

So that brings us to, Ting’s globalisation plan, yet again.

Muahahaha.

The reason why every post has something about Ting and drinks, is because, Ting has great reluctance to head home once she’s out, especially, when work is in the equation.

Was in town in the evening, and was rather aimless where to head.

I walked, and walked.

Like I always do.

Strolled down the financial hub, immersing myself in that cold yet buzzing concrete jungle.

Finally took a bus to Suntec City, and browsed for stuffs for my room.

Baris called, and as much as I wasn’t really in a mood to sound cheerful and entertain, I didn’t want to be rude.

Thank God I was able to cope with his not-so-thick German accent, and the conversation was rather pleasant.

He’s sweet and nice, not intimidating.

I sashayed down CitiLink Mall, to Raffles City, where I bumped into Diana Zhu, and promptly ended my phone call.

Went into the ladies with her, where I chanced upon Anabil, the lady boss of the bistro.

She let known that the boss had sacked the evil manager the day before, and they are very shorthanded.

Muahahahaha.

I ain’t gloating, really am not.

Again, was directionless.

Went to the cybercafe in Raffles City, where I surfed and blog-hopped for an hour, before Joey’s message came in.

Lifeless being, I am.

Joey and I decided to meet up and check out Balaclava, and I didn’t meet up with Meiling, who was heading Acid Bar with her chummies.

Anti-social mood, remember?

So, my virgin trip to Balaclava.

Chanced upon Chin Yee there, who once again, asked about my plans to venture out of my comfort zone(here), to be a nerd again.

She would always speak with a cute frown, insistent on me leaving here for bookworm club again.

Love her to bits.

Love her for the kind of concern she showed, as if my life’s stagnancy perturbs her a great deal.

Joey was alone at the table, while I caught up a little with Chin Yee.

When I return to the table she was standing at, I was appalled to find 3 Caucasians standing around OUR table.

Grrr……..

I had wanted a place where I could have a peaceful talk with Joey, and didn’t quite welcome the intrusion.

Apparently the very not-so-courteous waiter had plonked their drinks and finger food right on our table, just because they ordered their drinks and were standing around, and since Joey was alone, he took for granted that the space should be shared.

Eventually, we had an utterly old and boring Swiss bank’s vice president and his 2 colleagues’ company for the night.

Which obviously I didn’t welcome, yet I didn’t want to be rude either.

Was staring blankly into the thin air, and would only answer questions when they ask.

To their credits, they were nice people, just that I was a pretty guarded person for the night and had just wanted a quiet chat with Joey.

And to think I had 2 virgin Pina Coladas, and an Earl Grey tea at a place like Balaclava.

I ain’t complaining, cos our tabs were picked up by them.

The only less intimidating of the 3 of them was this quiet Scottish guy who was there to, er, read a book.

*cough* Globalisation, I hear you say.

John. 39. Quiet. Gentlemanly. Knowledgeable. Speaks a little Cantonese. Used to stay in Hong Kong, and London.

So at least, there was a little common topic of the places in London.

Didn’t feel like giving my number, and left my email address with him instead.

It comes as a surprise how tiring interacting with people could be.

Just wasn’t one of my PR-days.

We adjourned to Siam Supperclub, and it was also one of my first trip there.

Absolutely boring.

Wasn’t feeling too well, and it was too noisy for my liking. The sore in the throat kept me quiet since I didn’t want to raise my voice.

Sulked a little, and finally told Joey I wanted to leave for somewhere quiet to chat or something.

We left, taking a walk down Clarke Quay, and sat by the riverside, feeding mossies, and finally had a quiet chat of solemn topics.

She’s truly a street-wise lass, and another amazingly easy-going character I had met.

It’s surprising how similar the scenerio was set when we first knew each other, and when Janice babe and I first acquainted too.

Finally relented to hunger and headed down to Boat Quay before deciding to have supper at Fong Seng instead.

You wouldn’t want to know that I had prata, a plate of Maggie Goreng, and then decided I wanted some noodles from the Nasi Lemak stall too.

Perhaps a little too heavy for the heavy-hearted.

Joey couldn’t stop yakking how horrid my appetite is. Bah.

Serve me right for the sore throat, nausea, and the coughy and drooly night. *not forgetting the double chin and 8kg weight gain in one month*

****

Refused to subject myself to a night’s of grounding, and tried all ways to sooth the pain in the neck throat, before arranging to meet up with Wenmei and Peining, at.. well… Attica.

Yes, I seem to be on the way of reaching Sarong Party Girlhood, but uh-uh, the reason is just that we girls could skip queue cover, you see.

Yah, yah, keep the comments of me becoming a dangerous party animal to yourself.

Once a week only, you know.

Haven’t been talking to Wenmei much and had really wanted to catch up with her since her inquisitive messages came in earlier on in the week.

Alas, Gary, her beau, joined us too, and we hardly have any private time to catch up on those intimate girlie talks.

Peining’s friend, Michael, joined us too.

What? I am the sole partnerless one again. *sulks*

I always thought Italians are good-looking bunch of hotties, until my theory was refuted by this guy who was… simply.. er…. *speechless*

Wenmei and I had a great laugh.

Gary bumped into his lawyer friends, and Wenmei and I unanimously agreed were a tad disappointing in fits of giggles.

It could be the lights, so er, don’t quote us on that.

And the horror?

Mr Lawyer has gotten my number from Wenmei this morning. Bleah.

Attica was getting too crowded and we decided to leave.

Bumped into one of the operational managers who bears a slight resemblance to *gasp* a certain plastic surgeon Alan Cheung. Just that he is taller than the already rather tall Alan.

Side-track a little. JUST FOR LAUGHS. (yes, yes, don’t read too much into the portion below)

In Janice’s words:

Ting looks best when coupled with: (gee, a little shameless!) Alan, followed by, followed by Aqua Di Gio 2, followed by Ben, followed by Mr KG, followed by Aqua Di Gio 1, followed by Mr BR.

Physical compatibility, and features-matching wise.

Alan has the height and is rather slim.

She left out Vyers whom I would put next to Aqua Di Gio 2 cos.. erm, Ben is too tiny right next to me.

And where’s Dave too? *sulk*

I thought height wise, KG should be before Ben, since Ben is rather small-built and boyish looking.

But yet I can’t bear to let Ben to be so far behind in the list. At least, he looks hip. Muahaha.

Aqua Di Gio 1 looks a tad old next to me though. But I still think we look fine together.

Aqua Di Gio 2 is quite heavy-built since he was a swimmer. Tan and such.

Maybe I am just bias. I wish to reshuffle that list again. Muahahaha.

Hey wait babe, did you miss out a certain Mr Philip Ong too?

-Edited!-

Miss Janice updated her list almost as soon as I posted my entry.

Disclaimer: Her views do not represent mine. Muahahaha.

Aniwae, do allow me to re-arrange the guys for u again, (considering i missed out so many of them!)

Alan, followed by Mr Z4, followed by Ben, followed by KG, followed by Vyers, followed by Dave, followed by Aqua Di Gio 1, followed by Mr BR, followed by Mr Philip Ong (who do not deserve a place at all)

Oh, back to the manager at Attica.

He was the one who introduced himself when I was standing outside Attica chatting to Jamail on Thursday.

Exchanged greetings, and he suggested catching up over a drink.

That’s right, in Attica Too itself. (I also want this kind of job, got or not?)

Bumped into him again when I was leaving, he asked me to wait for him for another 5 minutes and he would look for me at the bar for the drink we missed, while *gasp* holding to my fingers.

15 minutes passed. *yawn*

We left. Oops.

I didn’t mean to be rude, but it was really too packed inside there.

Left for supper at River Valley.

Surprise, surprise. Saw Marcus and Samuel there.

They are both Philip’s friends whom he met up quite often these days.

The place was pretty full and Marcus asked us to join his table instead.

I cringed when he introduced me to Samuel, and I had to answer ‘Philip’s friend’ to Wenmei when she asked me how I knew them.

Samuel linked one and one together and went ‘Orh! She’s Ting….’

*cringe cringe shudder shudder*

Not a good idea to be sitting with your ex-boyfriend’s close pals, with them slagging how fat and ugly he has become.

Then again, it’s a blardy good idea if you can derive some kick from that. Muahahaha.

Yet, I was rebutting how he had lose some weight and is not that bad actually.

Maybe, I am just simply deluded.

Or perhaps, God taught me to be kind.

Wooooooooooooooooooooooooops.

Again, I had prata and Maggie Goreng.

Marcus exclaimed not without a hint of ridicule ‘Wah! Gluttony is one of the seven sins you know!’

Wenmei and Gary decided to head home, while the lonesome me was quite reluctant to quit the night early.

Gary then dropped me off at Thumper where I decided to meet up with a gorgeous bunch of people, whom I didn’t expect to meet up.

It was there where I bumped into Ivan, Chin Yee’s friend, too.

There, I met up with MiryClay, Shion, Airhole, JaneDoe, and Vamptress.

Bloggers are all gorgeous people with such incredibly charming personalities, I assure you.

HOT! HOT! HOT!

*Wolf whistles*

Adjourned to Hotel Rendevous Kopitiam for supper, and I finally left for home in the drizzle.

Was trying to sort the cranky www.blogger.com for a couple of hours before I finally gave up.

Met up with Mr Anonymous Y for breakkie when I saw him online early in the morning.

The sweet one passed me 3 books to occupy the unemployed one, and my *wahahaha* belated birthday presents.

Come to think of it, my birthday was like what? A month and 2 days ago. And that’s blardy long ago.

And in the span of past 1 week, I have freaking FIVE people wishing me Happy belated birthday.

Duh.

Do they wanna wish me all the way till my next birthday?

I even had 2 belated birthday kisses on the cheeks from two of them. *sniggers*

I TAN TIO okay.

*Gobsmacked*

What did I just say?

Loosely translated as: To my benefit.

Chatted all the way till noon time, before I walked back home in a daze.

I forbade myself to rest more.

Conversed with Michael over MSN over some issues he felt about Kenneth and Philip, before I finally drifted off into a deep slumber, at 3pm.

Sado-masochism, I hear?

I am not tired. Really am not.

Anyway, added some new links.

My side bar is having an erection!

Shucks.

Look what lack of sleep has done to me.

Ignore me, please.

I insist.

I DON’T FEEL WELL

Down with throat infection yet again.

And when I sit down, I feel like puking.

Okay, time to puke.

No, no alcohol. I didn’t drink at all tonight.

And no, I am not bulimic, though I am slightly thrill at the thought puking the heavy supper out would keep me slim(or rather, make me slimmer).

My throat is incredibly itchy and keeps prompting me to cough.

Yet, when I cough, my throat will be stung by the pain.

And the heavy supper threatens to spew.

Will blog soon.

Aw.. I wish there’s someone to pat me on the chest back to sooth.

Get well soon, princess.

Yah, I showing sympathy to myself.

Cannot huh?

I’M NOT WELL. I NEED A BRAIN SCAN. OH, & LIPOSUCTION TOO, PLEASE.

I am supposed to be blogging but a little too tired to.

Muahaha, so I am waiting for Janice to finish blogging so I could start on mine.

Saturday was too foul a day. Oh make that half of Sunday too.

Sigh.

I don’t know.

Woke up at almost 4pm on Saturday. Went to Malaysia to endorse my passport, when I saw a familiar figure zoomed past.

Philip Ong.

At the custom, I called out to him, and apparently, his wallet had flew off while riding at high speed.

Muahahaha.

Waved hi to the old group of friends whom I used to hang out with when Philip and I were still a couple, and was feeling pretty nostalgic.

What a difference. It certainly didn’t feel too good.

A tiny ripple broke the peace within.

Kinda miss the days of biking when everything was just, a routine, with the tingling thrill of high speed and 90-degrees stunts spicing up the weekends.

Things were simpler then.

Reached home around 12.30am, and I got changed, made up within 15 minutes, before heading out for the house for another night of chilling.

Had a spontaneous met up with Meiling at Clarke Quay, and Alex(the Kia guy) messaged to ask where I would be heading down, and I asked him to join us too.

While waiting for Alex’s arrival, Meiling and I dropped by Tapas Tree to chat with Joey, and….

*drums roll*

Another familiar figure was approaching, haunting me.

My hunch told me it was…

Aqua Di Gio 2(Mr Z4).

BLEAH.

He pretended he didn’t know me.

*Ting gives a diva wave of dismissal*

Jerk.

Not surprising. He had a lady in tow, so to play blind was a better option for him.

Meiling was appalled by his pretense, and as his backview diminished into the night, she raised her voice a little and called out ‘Hello jerk!‘

Muahahahaha.

Something stirred within.

Alex met up with us and we ended up having a quiet drink at the riverside(Attica), cos we weren’t in any partying mood for the night.

Endless bitchings.

As much as I hate to be seen as a freeloader, I was once again beaten to the bill by the gentleman, who gave an incredulous Male Chauvinistic Pig look when the lady whipped out the cash.

Was walking to Alex’s parked car when someone suddenly spoke next to my ears.

‘Your dress is really gorgeous.‘

‘Thanks, apparently you’re not the first who commented so.’

I extended my neck a little to its limit, and glanced up to the towering figure.

Baris, a dental technician, from the lovely country of Germany.

Very nice man.

Ting is heading for globalisation.

Alex drove us to Holland Village for Crystal Jade supper when we realised it was already closed.

Headed down to Alazhar(Bukit Timah) for supper instead, and the bitchings continued.

Meiling and I were trying to decipher Alex, who is a Scorpio.

There was one who finds Scorpios manipulative hypocrites, and there was one who find Scorpios incredibly sexy.

Make a guess which is Meiling, and which is, well, yours truly.

Not too difficult a guess. Muahaha.

The heavy supper of Indian rojak, tasteless Maggie Goreng and delicious mutton curry coin prata was again, a race to stuff the money into uncle’s hand.

Again, the MCP gentleman refused to accept a treat from the ladies.

We felt a little bad, and insisted that we could manage our ways home and taking a cab wasn’t an issue for us.

Alex insisted he would never allow his female friends to make their ways home alone at such late hours, and was adamant to send us home.

We sent Meiling back to Queenstown, then to Jurong, and it was a long drive home to Woodlands for him.

Thanks, you’re too kind. *smiles*

It was 5.30am when I finally embraced the comfort of home.

***

Slept only at 8am, and woke up at 5pm on Sunday evening. Janice woke me from my slumber by delivering her special concoction of ‘lunch’ for me.

Such treat. Yummy.

The little princess ended up being the cook and I had the utmost honour tasting her superb culinary skills of instant noodles.

Yet, Mr KG was MSN.

It was the first time I saw him online for a long, long while.

And we had our first conversation, since that day we made our feelings known more than a month ago.

Of course, not before I unblocked him on my MSN.

It was an okay conversation, considering how I was palpitating throughout, yet trying to sound the most nonchalant, and ‘normal’ as I could muster.

And he brought up something about the girlfriend.

Ouch.

Was chatting about something else, and the mention of my bistro job led the conversation to something more solemn, again.

‘It’s okay, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to..‘

Then again, would you be interested to listen if I were to tell you why I left the job? That was so YOU. Never ever, wanting to know more about my life, or me.

Was updating him of my subsequent plans.

‘You sound sensible now.‘

‘HELLO? Was I ever not?‘

‘Okay, make that more sensible haha.’

‘Just because I don’t show it, doesn’t mean I am not.‘

Yeap, I knew it all along. You were always judging me. How I could never make your mark. How I was always the insensible one, while you, the high-flyer.

The mini-feast prepared by Janice was finished in a daze.

A giant hue of gloom shook my day.

Yet, the babe litted my day.

***

From here forth, I feel like nicking her story from her blog, yet I feel that lacks originality, and as much as I feel great literacy skills should be shared, I shouldn’t encourage plagarism.

We lazed around on my bed, stared at the ceiling, discussed issues of great substances, before we decided we should be home-bound on a Sunday no more.

Was thinking of chilling over some tea, and we headed down to Tapas Tree, with the intention to look for Joey on a boring, crawling Sunday night.

We chatted for a really long while, while leaning back on the cosy couch, looking on to Joey buzzing in and out.

We were trying to take some really silly pictures with her camera phone, and I was a tad regretful not bringing my camera out for the night.

Decided we were really hungry, and we made a trip to the loo before settling the bill.

Saw a Chinese guy heading to the loo when I was heading back to Tapas Tree.

He stopped in his path, gestured to give way to me. There was this sharpness and intensity in his gaze.

Was preparing to leave Tapas tree for supper, so we could come back and meet Joey to finish with her work.

It was then, someone dark and hairy came over to introduce himself, and asked if he and his friends could buy us drinks.

We hesitated. We are not the sort who would entertain strangers outside work, and we are normally very wary of such people who offer to buy us drinks.

Since it would be another hour before Joey knocked off, and it would be extra business for her workplace, and that we knew the people in it well enough to get help anytime, we accepted the offer.

His 2 other friends, a caucasian with dark looks, and the chinese guy whom I bumped into on my way back from the ladies, then joined us.

After a brief introduction, they looked pretty mature for their 28-29 age range.

Londoners. Cool. Stopover in Singapore for a day before heading to Bali, and back to Singapore again on Wednesday.

North and South London. Charing Cross, Alan, the Chinese guy said.

Hey, that sounds really familiar.

I commented I used to stay in Croydon, and that is really near to where I was.

The dark guy, Vyas/Vyers(or however way you spell it) exclaimed ‘You from Cambridge Tutors?’

‘How did you know?!’

Not much people would heard of the college.

That broke the ice. He told me he has an apartment just 15 seconds walk away from the place I took my A levels, and spent a year and half in.

How interesting.

We then chatted about almost everything, and what can I say? Conversations with intelligent beings are always intriguing.

But, intelligent beings are not always good with estimation. Johnny thought I was *SNEER* 29. Alan was rather on the spot. 23, his guess was.

They ordered some Spanish red wine for us, which I just took minor sips from.

It was then, they deduced it wasn’t really nice, and ordered Tequila neat instead.

Of course, knowing me well, I would not be able to take it.

That was when Joey’s help came in.

Janice slipped a note to Joey to cut down on the alcohol given to us.

She swiftly passed 2 glasses of lime juice disguised as tequila to the girlies(with napkins covering the glass to hide the colour from the guys), while the guys took the blant of the vile liquor.

Johnny, the kooky nice guy, then went into drama mode, and screwed his features into the centre of his face, cringing from the effect of Tequila.

We? We didn’t need much theatre effects while we shuddered and compressed our features from the sourness of the lime juice.

Janice whined about how much she detests salt, and our 2nd shot of tequila lime, came with sugar instead. Muahaha.

Sorry guys, we do feel bad making you guys paying for the tequila when all we had was lime juice.

What a scam.

We were all feeling hungry and Joey decided to work on till 1am instead of 11pm, and we decided we would wait for her over supper.

Swensen’s was then the decision, cos the locals weren’t able to think of anything else.

Cab was then the issue on hand.

Which one would take 5 people on board?

No one.

And weirdly, near 12 midnight, a plain, white van stopped in our path and asked if we needed help with transport, and he would take all 5 of us. To Swensen’s would be 15 bucks.

I had never, ever, encountered such before.

I felt it was a rip-off though, but everyone was just eager to hope on board.

It was like an adventure, when neither Janice nor I had so courageously board such a vehicle before.

I mean, look, what if we were kidnapped or something?!

They had 5 exquisite, top of the range brains on board, ya know! Erm, make that two.

Yes, Janice and I.

Looking on to the doubts on our faces, the guys were pretty amused too.

Johnny, was what I described as being Mr Bean-ish, and was hilarious with his Mr Bean’s antics.

He was then slapping his hands on his laps, excitingly asking ‘Are we there yet?‘, like a kid.

I joked how Alan and Vyers were supposed to be babysitters for their holidays.

Supper gave me stomach cramps. Too much laughing doesn’t go well with food.

The goofballs were always making the kooky Johnny the butt of all jokes, and they were like a bunch of schoolboys.

‘You guys are like my ex-students!‘ I said with a crisp tone.

They gave a perturbed look, before Janice continued ‘She used to be a teacher in a primary school.’

They giggled and mocked to take offense to the comparison.

It was a blast at Swensen’s, and I couldn’t quite believe Alan and Vyers both had Kuey Tiao, in Swensen’s.

Duh.

Johnny had *cough* fries and fried mushrooms.

Janice and I painstakingly tried to teach Johnny the right way to mess with use the chopsticks.

The clumsy one, Johnny, not Janice nor I this time, struggled, and insisted on picking up the fries with chopsticks, and dipping them into the sauces with chopsticks too.

How adventurous. Bravo for the courage.

Alas, it was extreme food wastage, when the fries crashed to the table one after another.

It was an outright mess Johnny created.

I was on the phone with Joey when one of the unidentified food flew onto my jeans, staining my bag and jeans with tartar sauce.

Tsk tsk! Children! Behave!

The very critical Miss Chong, with the bunch of kiddies at Swensen’s. Midnight madness.

Alan and Vyers bluffed Johnny into thinking the bowl of fried mushrooms was actually fried chicken bits, and ate up all his fried mushrooms.

20 minutes later, Johnny lamented to the manager his fried mushrooms weren’t served, and the entire table erupted into laughters again.

People, meet Johnny Hyam, the clumsy eater, with er, his newfound skill, and the tormented fry.

We requested for 3 extra pairs of chopsticks so Vyers and Alan could have their meal in peace.

Vyers was the joker of the group, who mocked Johnny endlessly. You could never figure out when he’s dead serious, or when he was just faking it.

But he was the sweetest soul in the group, in my opinion.

He chided and laughed at Johnny’s ettiquette, and witty sarcastic remarks was flowing relentlessly from him.

Karma is real. He splashed his kuey tiao, and the gravy was all over his shirt.

Muahahahaha.

It was hilarious.

Ting gave a give-me-a-break look, stood up, with a napkin in hand, walked over to the helpless looking one, and stuffed the napkin into his shirt.

‘You need a bib, my dear,‘ she rolled her eyes. ‘And stop embarrassing us, will ya!‘

Peepz, the new fashion statement.

And Vyers.

So when you put the chopsticks-learner and kuey tiao-splasher together, this is the kind of kid-fights you will find:

*ROLL EYES*

Let me roll again.

*ROLL EYES*

They were all over each other, wrestling, and Alan, the aloof one, would join in occasionally to throw in a few punches on Johnny.

The aloof one, put the blame of his anti-socialness on jet-lag.

Ai yah, what a spoil-sport.

But, there is just something about the aloof one.

He reminds me so much of Aqua Di Gio 2.

The dressing. Even his slight Caucasian look.

And there was just something about the intensity of his gaze. You wouldn’t want to hold it too long.

Someone who thinks very deep.

Now you see.

When the Earthquake ice cream was served, the table nearly flipped.

It was war.

Not that everyone was fighting for the ice-cream, but because… the clumsy ones, namely Johnny boy and Vyers, were almost having a food fight.

BOYS!

Johnny dropped an entire scoop of chocolate malt ice cream onto the table, and while laughing at Johnny, Vyers dropped some chocolate ice cream onto the table too.

Arghhhh…

But it sure was funny seeing 3 grown men making a fool outta themselves in public. Alan inclusive cos he did contribute intermittently. Muahaha.

The manager passed us stacks and stacks of napkins…

Had wanted to pick the tab since they were brilliant people to be around with, and really nice blokes, but they had insisted of dumping the bill to Johnny, who had excused himself to the loo.

Muahaha.

Such clumsiness, and you wonder what they do.

*Clears throat*

Peepz, meet the elites.

*cough* *chokes on saliva*

I fear for the lives of the public.

Let’s take a look again.

Alan, the elusive one.

I was really self-conscious with him around. I was always wondering if he would be scrutinising each and every inch of my flabs(Did I mention I gained 8 kg from before?),

Well, you guessed it.

(Of all things)Plastic Surgeon, Dr Alan Cheung.

*gulps*

I wonder how critical was he about my puny boobs lardy waist scarred chin thunder thighs undefined features not-big-enough eyes not-sexy-enough lips flat nose.

One of the clumsy ones, the General Practitioner, Dr Vyers Lingham.

I wonder if I would let him probe my body.

And the one who reigns the throne of clumsiness.

*drums roll*

Mr Bean.

Oh, I mean, Dr Johnny Hyam. The *cough* Neurosurgeon.

I am not sure if he handles brains like food. *shudders at thought*

I had wanted to bring the guys to Zouk, but we changed our minds and decided to chill at New Asia bar instead.

Alas.

It was blardy closed. At 1am. We were half an hour late.

So they suggested we chill at their balcony upstairs instead, and we headed up.

Once again, keep those sleazy thoughts away. They are nice people, and we hit off very well as chummies.

The view was fabulous and I kicked myself for not bringing my camera with me.

The breeze was refreshing and the flickering lights of Singapore was soothing to the eyes.

Was just chilling over drinks(Ice lemon tea for me, Sprite for Janice), when Janice said something about pillow fight, and I nonchalantly threw a pillow over the head of Alan, who in turn, smacked me hard across the head TWICE with the pillow.

Before I knew it, there I was, picking another pillow, and swung it across him.

Mr Plastic Surgeon retaliated strong.

Janice was my sista, and was appalled by the strong blow. Hence, she slammed the pillow onto him as well.

Before we knew it, Vyers threw a pillow at us, and Janice and I ran to the far end of the room, and it was raining pillows at us.

I picked up like 4 pillows and ladies and gentlemen,

IT IS WAR.

Sistas Vs Braders. Slumber Party-styled pillow fight!

We had acknowledged Johnny as our sista with his 2 guy pals totally denying him.

Before we knew it. Screams, shrills, shouts, out-of-pitch laughters filled the room.

Pillows, M & Ms, wine, shoes, duvet, ice cubes were flying left to right, right to left, front to back, back to front…. *dodge dodge*

Oh, make that people too.

Vyers was charging towards Johnny, wrestling him to the floor, ala WWF.

It was hilarious when Johnny was pined under Vyers, and he was shouting ‘Sistas! Save me!‘

Yup, neurosurgeon we are talking about here.

We pulled Vyers away, pulled his shoes, tickled his feet, to give Johnny some fresh air.

Come to think of it, why did we worry so? We have 5 juveniles 3 doctors in the room.

Thank God we were in jeans.

Muahahaha.

Total chaos!

Eventually, the ladiessistas was triumphant.

I swept back my curls, gave a real cocky ‘Tsk, I bet you guys don’t work out often, don’t you?‘ before walking away victoriously.

Man! When was the last time I had such a work out?

We were outta breath when I let rip the fact we don’t work out regularly.

‘Ah, that explains,’ came the mockery from Mr AloofAlan.

Grr….

We then sat back while looking on to Vyers and Johnny fighting it out, while I tried to sit prettily, looking poised and graceful, like I always do. Muahahaha.

Alan guarded Vyers well and he threw me to the ground(hello! I am a lady, okay? Gentle, gentle!) and I bit him on the shoulder and poured ice cubes over him in the chaos.

And he sat on top of poor sista Johnny in the midst of the havoc.

Nothing compared to Vyers, who sustained male-injuries when he was kned in the scrotum a handful of times.

I lost one of my earrings, and had a gush of scratch on my back.

Janice chipped her nail.

We ended off with a chat with the guys at the balcony, taking in some fresh air.

It was then when I saw the serious side of Mr Joker, Vyers, when we had a deep conversation about expectations, career and such.

Chatted about my days in UK, family, and he was the sweetest soul around who kept showering me with encouragement after knowing why we left our jobs.

I was impressed by him. That serious side of him, which made him seem to age 20 years old to the 8-year-old behavior he displayed earlier.

Said it as it is, the nice things in the nice ways, and the blunt thing, in the raw way it should be.

Of course, it takes just compliment to make Ting floats.

‘You know what, I think you are a very intelligent lady. Very great personality too.’

He wasn’t patronising me. He just wasn’t.

*beams*

Well, everyone knows the great bimb in Ting loves it when someone uses the ‘I’ word on her.

Not idiot, intelligent, please.

And, he actually asked if I would like to join him for the trip to Bali with them. All I have to worry is the air ticket, and he would take care of the rest.

Wow. Sounds like a great offer, but I declined as much as I needed a holiday too.

Awww……..

Mr Aloof wasn’t that aloof.

He had this quiet charm about him.

A spark of cheekiness in his intensed gaze.

Joked with him how I needed liposuction and such.

He likes Wimbledon, not the tennis games, but the soccer team.

Charing Cross. I can see why.

Was coughing a few times throughout, and despite being a rough boar while fighting it out with the sistas, he would just out of instinct, casually pat me a few times on the back to sooth.

And I had to avoid the burning gaze quite a number of times.

How bizarre.

He actually looks better and more intelligent when he had his glasses on. *wolf whistles*

While having conversations with them, I was the ditzy one, kept rattling on and on, and egged them on to start a intelligent conversation so that I could join in, so that I could finally be part of an intelligent conversation for once.

*Ting gives a bimbotic look to complete the airhead-style conversation*

Muahahaha.

Alan started telling me about the medical terms of the body. I yawned and gave up.

One hilarious incident happened before we left.

*Stifling laughters*

Apparently, Alan was trying to reach out for *gasp* my hand while no one was looking when we were at the balcony.

At the same time, Vyers was doing the exact same thing.

I was clueless, until Alan announced in his crisp, immaculate accent, matter-of-factly, without a hint of embarrassment.

‘Erm Vyers, you might want to know that’s my hand you are playing with.’

*GASP*

‘WHAT?! HOLY SHIT! NO WAY!’

*STUNNED*

*LAUGHS*

*GIGGLES*

My hand escaped unscathed from the both of them.

While Janice, Johnny and I were bemused with what was with the 2 of them.

Muahahaha.

Left for home and the guys were kind enough to offer cab fares for us to return home, but we seriously didn’t want to hold them up nor wanna take extra advantage of their kindness.

And Janice dear, Alan is a CRAZY FUN-LOVING doctor who is not nerdy too.

The way he was getting involved with the pillow-fight.. *gasp in disbelief*

And of course, the surprised tender goodbye kiss on my cheek from the cold one when we were leaving.

Can’t help but wonder what kind of person he really is.

Who knows, if they are based locally, you guys would be hearing about AlanTingism instead of BenTingism in time to come.

Alas, don’t have.(Gee, this statement sounds pretty Singlish, doesn’t it?)

In Janice’s words:

Woohoo, befriending 3 cute doctors(they are really more impressive in real life) in a day. And a wild night of pillow fight.

Been a pleasure.

Feels like a college student all over again.

Man, perhaps I should change my intended destination to London instead.

Miss that place.

Aww… I feel young.

It’s all in the heart, I think.

At least there are some genuinely nice people to lift my spirits up after a foul weekend.

Monday was a bizarre start but thankfully Janice was with me. Was intending to head to town to settle some stuffs but it ended up dragging a little too long, and we then hang around in town.

Came back home, and Cat and Ben dropped by with dinner for me.

How sweet are the two lovely ones eh? *grin*

Now, I am having an ear itch, some kind of infection.

Argh.

Perhaps I should make a trip to the doc’s.

Aww.. did someone just say doctor or something?

Slap me back to reality.

APRIL’S FOOLS DOOFUSES

Janice, that’s very rude of you.

*SNEER*

‘Read Ting’s blog if you wanna find out more about last night’s out. Am too lazy to type.’

What’s this?!

I was counting on you to blog so I could save on my usually relentless breath, ya know.

Muahahaha.

Okay, so waking up at 3.45pm today is a freaking wrong move, to find Janice already blogged, and I could nip N.O.T.H.I.N.G from her. The responsibility is now on me. Solely me. *grouchy look*

Cheater.

Oh well. That would make me a lady of great importance.

But, then, that’s not the point.

I am lazy too, is.

Didn’t quite bother to update for the past few days cos I was back in Johor again, and there was simply N.O.T.H.I.N.G for me to blog about.

And I doubt you guys are interested how many times my nails pierced mercilessly into the remote control buttons in a minute when I channel-surf.

God, even if You wanna morph me into a couch potato, could You please shape me like a french-fry? At least the shape is more desirable.

Wednesday’s duvet and bed sheets shopping session was rather productive.

I had 2 *cough* macho men who tagged along since they were at West Mall doing road show on that very day too.

Will post up pictures of my room when I finally finish doing it up(which might be months away), and if you find the bed sheets distasteful, blame them. *points fingers to Mingwei and Songrong*

A friendly chat with the sweet salesgirl at Aussino prompted another 10% discount on top of the original discount given.

Wheee! It’s good to flirt smile your way through, sometimes.

Well, the credits should go to the 2 guys who charmed her, I guess.

The 2 guys who are gonna keep me very occupied from next week forth.

(I didn’t flirt with her! Really! Despite what Songrong had insisted otherwise.)

***

So back to April’s Fool Day.

It was HILARIOUS.

I think the Big One above showed His sense of humour, on me.

Make that us. Janice and I. Her Doofus Majesty and Her Royal Doofus Highness.

Janice had went laptop shopping with her mom(argh! I want a laptop too! Auntie, can I be you god-daughter?) in the early noon, and we had arranged to meet after that.

It dragged on, and it was almost 6 when she messaged me she was reaching home.

Game plan was, she would get home, change, and meet me. And, we would meet up with Terence and his friend for a drink later in the evening, say, 8 plus.

Hence, I was planning for dinner out, and estimated to meet her around 7 plus.

Alas, I couldn’t establish contact with Her Doofus Majesty AT ALL. All the way, till 8pm.

Slightly worried about her safety, I called a few times, before telling the paranoid half of me she most probably had fell asleep or some sort.

Till then, the hungry royal highness‘ alert button for food was flashing, and decided to leave home earlier to fill the lonesome tummy.

A Subway sandwich and cookies, she was craving for.

Her craving was so strong that she sprinted to Raffles Place in a cab, no less.

***

The first drama of the night unfolded itself.

I was *gasp* STALKED. *cues horror-drama sound effects*

Okay, erm, not really. But I had my grounds for suspicion. Or maybe, I was just being over-paranoid, or that I over-estimated myself.

Muahaha.

Ahem. Or perhaps, it was one of my readers, who wanted to ask me if that was me, and didn’t have the courage to do so.

Tsk tsk. *wags finger*

If you are, don’t scare me like this next time, okay. My heart is pretty frail, ya know.

Or who knows, *gasp in utter horror* someone hired a Private Investigator to tail me!

*Slaps self to reality*

Was on my way to Raffles Place in the cab, when the cab stopped at the traffic lights. It was outside Science Centre, which wasn’t too far from where I was.

A car pulled up right next to me.

An incredibly uglydistinctive BMW. It’s black. But it’s not the usual glossy, sleek black paint that licked the car. But, I didn’t take much notice cos I was just pretty much in a daze, which is erm, typical of me.

What was eye-catching, was the name, that was on the side of the car. I supposed it would be the owner’s name?

JXXXXX.

The driver was gazing aimlessly when he turned right, and I was stoning in the cab, when I turned left, and met his gaze.

I tilted my head away nonchalantly, and didn’t take note of what happened next.

On the expressway, the cab was in the fastest lane, when I was staring out of the window, with my focal point down on the road, when I saw the front rim of another car cutting into our lane, dangerously close to the cab.

It was side by side right next to my cab, travelling at the same speed, and swerved slightly into our lane, which didn’t seem intentional.

I thought it was rather careless, and lifted my head.

The words on the side of the car was, erm, ‘JXXXXX’.

The uneven coat of black matt paint was unmistakable.

Coincidence, I deemed.

I thought it was quite a cool coincidence cos it was pretty much a long way from my place, and normally people who travel the same way would have splitted up pretty early into the journey.

It was already 7 bucks on the meter, so it was quite a distance from home already.

We exited the expressway, and stopped at this traffic light at Shenton way.

We were at the front of the row when the same car, pulled up right next to us, right at the front too.

Since I was in town, it wasn’t much of a surprise if most people are heading down the same way.

Er, but, Raffles Place at 8pm, on a Friday?

Hmm….

Then again, he might be heading to somewhere else, no?

He allowed the cab to move first, and the cab driver made a sudden left turn to this small lane outside Coffee Club at Raffles Place to drop me off.

That lane is only for drop off and is just a L-shaped lane that would bring the traffic back to the main road.

I paid $10.60 for the fare, with all the cash I had on me.

I got out of the cab, and strolled onto the pavement when I suddenly saw a black BMW parked right a few cars’ length away from where I was.

With the lights off. Driver in his seat.

Waiting for someone, I thought.

He didn’t get out of his car the entire time.

Then, I got slightly suspicious, and tried to call Janice and Raf.

Both whom, very nicely, didn’t pick up my calls.

But the ‘breakthrough’ of the night came seconds later when Janice called me back after 2 and half hours of uncontactability.

Apparently, her dad had took her phone out, and had just returned. Thus, she didn’t have my number to contact me.

While chatting to Janice, I realised the same JXXXXX car was there. Driver still in his seat, looking at my direction.

I told Janice I would wait for her there, and she said she would change and rush down in a cab immediately.

I chose to sit at somewhere where the bush would hide me from his view. And shortly after, I saw the black BMW drove out of the lane, without any passenger, hence overthrowing the theory that he was waiting for someone.

Phew.

I was afraid he might just exit from his car, point a black pistol at me, and end this miserable life of mine before I could bid goodbye to my blog readers.

Tell me I am just being paranoid.

Muahahaha.

***

When the hungry Her Royal Doofus Highness finally tide herself to supposed safety, she skipped to the ATM, planning to withdraw some cash for her Subway sandwich.

The horror of the night came when she realised, she had left her UOB Debit card at home, and she had the WRONG card with her. The card which already expired in 2004.

DOOFUS!

Argh..

No worries, she thought. Janice was on her way and would reach pretty soon.

Just bear with the hunger.

Called up Her Doofus Majesty to inform her of my Doofusism, and that I would need her financial help for the evening.

Horror of horrors.

I couldn’t get Janice at all.

Again. Uncontactable.

It was then when Terence messaged to ask where ‘Tom and Jerry’ are.

Tom waiting for Jerry’s arrival at Raffles Place. Jerry on the way but uncontactable.

After 1 and half hour of wait, I kinda guessed she had forgotten her phone. I called to leave voice mails in her mail box just in case she could access her mailbox, and I was a little embarrassed with the number of missed calls I had given her, cos I hung up carelessly a few occasions before her voice mail greeted me.

I let known that I would be heading down to Clarke Quay first, just in case she had gotten the location wrongly cos I told her we would be meeting Terence at Clarke Quay for a drink first before hitting the clubs.

I dragged the energy-less body of mine down the usual stretch of Boat Quay-Clarke Quay route, without Janice holding my hand.

Muahaha.

And when I reached the buzzing Clarke Quay, I roamed the whole stretch aimlessly, just hoping I might find her outside Attica or some places we frequent.

An ‘Oi!’ stopped me.

I was still in a daze and gave a super-doofus look in response.

Not Janice. It was Terence.

He introduced his friend, Ian, to me, and they were on their way to dinner first before meeting us.

Not seeing Janice, he asked what happened.

Told him I couldn’t establish any contact with her, and that the super-doofus one most likely had forgotten her phone.

He asked me to join them for dinner first, and my sheepish respond?

‘I er… forgot to bring my ATM card, and I have only a dollar with me.. and I am actually waiting for her to reach..’

He stared at me in disbelief and laughed ‘You girls can’t do without each other right? One forgot the handphone, another forgot the cash. You two really more cartoon than Tom and Jerry!‘

Erm, yeah.

He assured me not to worry about the dinner cost. But, the main thing of meeting up with him last night was to extend a treat to him cos I owe him one for his help last Tuesday.

It was when we were there, when finally, Janice’s message came through.

She had left her phone at home and couldn’t get me.

So, she went back home to take her phone, before meeting up with me again.

Was walking up and down the stretch of eateries at Clarke Quay when we chanced upon Joey, who greeted Terence, and was surprised to see me too.

Apparently Terence had spent 8 grand at Tapas Tree few nights before, and caused Joey to burn her nose or something. Muahahaha.

It was then when Janice called up Terence.

Apparently, she had called Her Royal Doofus Highness and but I didn’t hear the phone at all, hence missing her calls and messages.

Oops.

Terence looked at me and shook his head concededly. Not without that sinister laugh.

Finally, I met my evil doofus twin, and it was an almost teary reunion after an exasperating communication breakdown.

We then reminded each other it was April’s Fool and questioned each others’ intentions if there was any element of an April’s Fool prank.

Apparently, Janice had reached Raffles Place, but didn’t see me at all.

She then took another cab back to Woodlands just to get her phone, and rushed down again.

And to think I was there for 1 and half hour, except for the time I walked away to the ATM.

Best thing? I took the wrong ATM card. She took the wrong phone out. The one without the SIM card.

*speechless*

***

Went over to this place next to Cafe Iguana for late dinner.

And they ordered fish, which I am frightened of.

But the way they were hiding the fish away from my sight was pretty hilarious.

***

Finally, it was late enough for us to head for Attica straight.

The reason why we adore going to Attica, is simply because, we got a bottle there, and we could get in for a minimal charge of.. er, what charge?

Quoting Janice;

Ting & i skipped cover ALL the way,
All thanks to TERRY.
The Operations Manager….

Erm, yeah, the 2 scrooges went in to Attica without the front cover(and no queueing! Whee!), and we were ‘escorted’ up to Attica Too, with the obscene 28 bucks of cover waived. There was a guest DJ spinning, and the charge went up.

And no, Janice baby, I didn’t do a google search on Terry. He told us the link the other day, remember?

We didn’t even pay for our drinks because Terence and Ian had to pay their cover, and had 2 drinks each.

Janice and I ended up taking 2 drinks each with their drink coupons while they tried to finish their full bottle of Chivas.

I was slightly intoxicated for a mere 10 minutes, and the effects wore off pretty soon.

A glass of Tequila orange, and half a glass of Tequila Lime.

Hmm, I am getting there.

Muahaha.

We met a very interesting lady in Attica when we headed for the ladies.

Angel. She is 33-going-20.

She looks 20 and is gorgeous.

Very incredibly sexy too.

We were in the ladies chatting, when she suddenly saw the 2 of us fussing over the zits on our backs, when she recommended us to take hormone pills.

We got started talking and then, *gasp* she actually went into the cubicle, still talking to us, without closing her door, pulled down her skirt and well, did it right before us.

Okay, that was a first for me.

And she had a short, gorgeous laced skirt on her, which she did it herself. Wow.

We had an extensive conversation in the ladies, and we exchanged contacts.

We stood around and chatted most of the night (cos the 2 men deemed dancing ain’t for them), before leaving at 2.15am for Holland Village, for supper.

Alas. NYDC and Swensen’s were closed and we were terribly disappointed.

We headed to Crystal Jade, where we traumatised the 2 old fogeys gentlemen with our inconceivable appetite.

They stared. Disbelieved.

And, to think Janice and I both thought it was a rather mild supper compared to what we normally have.

Finally, I picked the tab, cos I promised Terence a meal before.

Ended the night at almost 4, and we bade the two 34 years-olds goodbye.

Terence is a very, very nice and easy-going man. We agreed he is very charming too.

Janice and I were rather surprised when he mentioned Ben is the baby of their company at a grand old age of 31.

Their company caters for the mature crowd then. Muahahaha.

Oh. Whatever happened to Ben?

Intended to ask him to join Terence and us for drinks, but apparently, he was already in Bali.

Tsk. These people are going everywhere!

I need a holiday. Maybe I should go Milan in June for a couple of weeks and then go to Melbourne for a week or something. Consecutively.

Dream on.

PARTY ANIMALS, NOT.

I can’t believe how awake I am feeling now.

I can’t seem to get to sleep.

I feel as if I could go on and on and on….

Stop calling me a party-animal.

It’s just an once-a-week chill session with pals.

We stood around for a few hours, chatting over drinks. We even saved on that usual dance, which we normally would lit the dancefloor with.

Quite an interesting night.

Will update after my well-deserved slumber.

Till then, chew on this entry.