A LITTLE OF EVERYTHING THAT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE

Harsh day yesterday.

Don’t feel like doing much blogging(or here at least).

But thanks to a very nice *cough* gentleman, who cheered me up with his deep, sexy, husky voice, for more than freaking two-and-half hours.

*Surprise surprise surprise*

Some telcom in KuchingMalaysia would be very happy with such a customer.

Not mine. Singtel gives me free incoming call.

Not bad. I managed to freak out a new pal. Hurhurhur.

I didn’t know I was THAT much a cryptic.

And I certainly didn’t expect the call.

Sorry that I am too cheapskate to split your bills. Muahahaha

Thanks. Much appreciated.

***

Kenny Sia loves flowerpod and wants to be a podder.

He deems it’s like eavedropping females’ conversations in the ladies.

That guy is weird perversive sensitive new age guy in the making.

***

Milan trip is cancelled.

I would have been in Milan on 28th May.

So I thought of postponing it, to 6th June.

It was supposed to be a hush hush trip.

Yet again, I couldn’t get away last minute cos something came up.

Paolo, who had offered accomodation to me would not be around for the delayed date, cos he would be heading to America for Laguna Seca MotoGP, and I have no choice but to cancel my trip.

Totally.

So, no more Milan trip for me.

How disappointing.

I really need to get away.

***

I didn’t get the assignment I had hoped to boost my income.

Strangely, it was the least disappointing of all.

***

No, I don’t think he is gonna call.

And yes, I think he blocked me.

Yes, I am paranoid.

I am sure that’s what he did.

Friends come and go.

How disappointing can that be?

***

Mr KG was online last night.

That was the final straw on the camel’s back.

It’s rather funny how a telephone conversation with an old pal earlier yesterday brought up the subject of him, and there he was, online yesterday.

I bit my lip and went on with the conversation and I am amazed how we could be so cool and pretentious about everything.

I do care much about him, really.

But is it mutual?

Will we ever meet again?

***

I don’t think I said anything wrong, cos I thought I was saying whatever that was cued in the conversation by the other 2 who were in it.

In fact, I think that was a personal opinion on my part to set the record straight.

No one had a great day, including me.

Yah, another disappointment.

We often overlook others’ despair when we are too engrossed in our own problems.

***

I get tired too.

One.

Whee.

And Two.

Wheeeeeeee.

The call came in.

And I forgot about it temporarily.

Call ended. Back online.

Third came in between the ICQ messages.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

Not enough. Tsk tsk.

I still couldn’t cry.

***

Weird dreams.

Weird, weird dreams.

Hurhurhur. Apparently, they were the only thing that cheered me up.

Remember the person I had dreamt for 3 consecutive nights?

I dreamt of him again, today.

I can’t remember if I dreamt of him yesterday, or else it would be dreaming of him for 5 consecutive days.

Not healthy.

Very unhealthy.

He didn’t appear in my dreams until morning.

How I know?

The moment he appeared, I could feel my heart fluttered.

In the dream, that is.

Suddenly.

RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGG.

It was the blardy phone.

In real life.

I picked it up. McDonald’s gonna send me my breakfast at 8.45am, she said.

Cussing slightly within, I replied how I had asked for it to be delivered at 10.45am over the phone yesterday.

She apologised and hung up.

The last scene lingered in my head.

I heaved a sigh of relent.

Of all moments.

I cuddled the baby pillow tight, and pulled the duvet over me.

Within the next 5 seconds, I drifted off.

The scene was exact same scene.

The person was still standing there, just like the moment he made the entrance.

Cool. It was as if someone pressed the pause button.

The dream continued.

We were both cool and aloof to each other.

Attraction was there, but no one verbalised it.

It wasn’t the sweet, tender kind of attraction.

But something, rather, dangerous. Peppered with lotsa passion.

It was in a building, something out of my own imagination, not in real life.

Somewhere, where he works(in the dream).

But no, he wasn’t an executive.

We were staring at each other from a distant, and I shunned his intense stare.

Not possible. I warned myself. Run, run.

I didn’t.

We said hi.

And the awkward exchange of greeting kisses evolved into a lingering embrace.

Then a tender kiss.

Then there were tongues.

Then there was some sort of intimacy.

He carressed my chest.

It was as if I could feel it in real life.

Creepy.

We were scantily clad, but there was no explicit scenes involved.

So, stop your imagination before it ran too wild.

I dwelled in his embrace, and I immensed myself in each and every moment of the sinful indulgence of his cuddle.

Eyes closed.

Suddenly, someone called out to him.

It was one of the security guards, asking him about something.

I drew myself away, as if suddenly awoken, and was terribly shy.

He tried to call out to me when I teared myself away from him, stopping myself from falling further for him.

Then, the alarm rang.

10.40am.

Before I knew it, I heard the door bell.

McDonald’s is pretty on time, I reckon.

Freaky.

I didn’t expect to have such a dream.

Not with the subject in question, anyway.

Totally different from the past 3 days of dreams, which was always filled with tension but no real interaction.

Funny how the 3 days of dreams kinda build up the attraction and tension for today’s episode.

Perhaps, I should sleep right now.

At least, I get some affection and solace, from my dreams.

***

I can’t believe how much I ate.

-burp-

I wonder if they did drug my food for being a difficult customer.

It was sprints to the loo after breakfast.

***

Some many moons ago, Gracie and I attended a friend’s ROM.

I could still remember the hilarious episode when we were trying to look for a certain changi chalet.

And now, I am thrilled to know that Wilson is now a daddy!

And his little gem is sooooo lovely.

SOO SOOO SOOOO LOVELY.

I want one too.

THE BIG BREAKFAST LETDOWN

Pried open my stubborn eyes, and the time on my handphone greeted 10.14am.

For once, I am normal.

It was made possible when fatigue finally overwhelmed me last night at 1am, and I finally decided I shall wind my body clock back to normal.

No more Attica for me this week, I decided.

*cough*

Abstinence from clubbing, I shall.

And I will.

Have to, you see. Will be rather packed with activities this coming couple of weeks(I hope), and a healthier lifestyle would do me good.

The morning sun sept through the curtains, and blinded me.

I dragged my bones and skin and lard off the bed, and kickstarted the day by putting the washings into the machine.

Feeling in the mood to pamper myself for the day, I dialed 100 for the telephone directory, and asked for the delivery number of the famous golden arch.

I had been craving for their breakfast since… since… since… forever.

It was 10.45am, just in time for the last orders for breakfast.

Since there’s a required minimum order, *cough* a Big Breakfast set meal, a Hot cakes set meal, and a Egg McMuffin swiftly made it to the order sheet.

I happily rescued the vacuum cleaner from the corner it was isolated in for the longest time, and sucked every of the corners of the house clean.

I stripped the mattress of its yellow coat, and gave it a blue makeover.

I dipped deep into the pile of damp laundry, and hung them up to dry in the scorching noon sun.

The warm weather quickly dehydrated the mopped floor.

I huffed, and puffed. In between pants, my cravings for the extensive breakfast bugged.

What a way to reward myself, I thought.

I deserve to eat that much after all the chores!

Yay!

But, it was more than an hour after my orders were placed. Tsk.

I called up and checked on my order.

They called me back to tell me their fax machine had a glitch, and my orders weren’t processed. They didn’t know I ordered until I called to check more than an hour later.

*UTTER ABHORRENCE*

Grrr………………….

Hell hath no fury like a hungry woman after extensive chores.

And the most disappointing thing of all?

It was already past 12 noon, and that meant it would be impossible for them to get food from the breakfast menu for me.

*Wails* *Sobs* *Pouts*

They then asked if I would like to have the lunch menu, and I declined saying I would rather cancel my orders cos I was craving for their breakfast.

I sounded VERY disappointed.

She then offered a complimentary lunch, which I declined cos I didn’t really want anything from their lunch menu.

In between apologies, she then offered to send the same order for breakfast for me tomorrow.

Which I accepted immediately.

Wahahahaha, anyone wanna join me for breakfast tomorrow?

I ordered 3 people’s share, ya know.

No, I am not a cheapskate. I stuck to my original order today, that’s why. Aren’t you disgusted by the amount I eat?

I am so disappointed…………. It was my first time calling up the delivery service of the golden arch, ya know.

*pouts*

So now, I am craving for my Char Kuey Tiao, which I had desired since… since… since… forever.

*POUTS*

But dad just called to say he would buy lunch for me, and I just might be appeased today.

Yippeeeeeeeeeee.

So, I would be up early tomorrow to handwash the dresses, scrubbed the toilet bowl, bathtubs and sinks, and have a fulfilling breakfast.

*Rubs hands in glee*

***

I still am quite paranoid about losing my pictures of my friends. Urgh.

***

Take note of the sitemeter counter beneath, It might just turn 6-figures in these couple of days.

***

Left home late on Saturday.

Received a message from Mr Ex-Boyfriend that he saw me ‘somewhere’. I am amazed by his eyes for details.

Interesting.

Met up with Janice to head down to you-know-where. I picked her up from City Hall MRT on a cab.

Was still pretty stoned from the heavy bout of emotions I carried with me.

It was a pretty quiet dinner we had at the golden arch in Liang Court.

Somehow, we are people who hide emotions well(sometimes), and we quickly perked up to glam the streets and club right after that, burying whatever floating thoughts that night.

Was pretty pale that night.

We sat around at the bar, and it was irritating.

We couldn’t quite have a decent conversation without anyone intruding.

I can’t even remember the people who came up to us, and said meaningless ‘You are very attractive, and I seldom say that.’, ‘We have seen girls from Las Vegas to Singapore, and trust us when we say you girls are gorgeous’.

We have seen guys from all over the world, and trust us when we say your words hold no weight, and are just to path your ways to get into our pants.

I stuck to my orange juice and declined their drinks offer.

We ended up talking to each other and the males would just disperse into the crowd after seeing how cold and aloof we were.

Bumped into ChengEn, and for the first time, we finally met. I first acquainted him over Singaporebikes.com some couple of years back, but he had never seen me before, despite our occasional MSN chats.

Jan and I then downed 2 kamikazes consecutively, and the 2nd one was so potent that we were so heavy-headed that we *gasp* fell asleep.

For one whole freaking hour.

2 glam ladies clad in black outfits lying on the soft cushions at the open bar outside were quite a sight, but luckily not much people saw that.

I hope no one heard my snores, either.

Hakim saw us sleeping out there, and commented we looked a pleasant sight… of lesbians.

We woke up with Jasmine waking us up, and we took a walk down Clarke Quay to absorb the night’s beauty, and to sober ourselves for a while.

Headed back to the dance floor, and the music was pretty fabulous for the night.

Bumped into David and it was exchange of greeting kisses which led to a great loss of my new lick of gloss, and I had a nasty knock to my nose when we accidentally knock into each other.

It was utter horror when I met the Spanish guy who stays in the same estate as I do.

He then asked if Janice and I are together, and if we actually sleep together.

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

Arsehole.

We finally left at around 5am, after being bugged by these 3 guys who asked if we wanna join their ‘post party’.

We declined with rolled eyes, no less.

Surprisingly, the cleaner who was sweeping the floor bade us goodbye, and I thought he was being really sweet.

Left with Sean for supper at Newton.

We walked past Mr Spanish Neighbour who asked, ‘Don’t tell me you’re leaving with him?!’

Why? Cannot huh?

We headed down to Newton for supper and saw the guys who asked us if we wanna join their ‘post party’……..

Bleah.

But they didn’t see us, obviously.

Sean and me.

The skies were already litted.

All 3 of us headed to the MRT station and I took the north-bound train together with them.

We took like 176354 pictures before we finally took one that’s acceptable and not too blurred.

We decided to do one with our ugliest faces.

Really. Quite. So.

I was the last to alight, obviously, and it was 8.20am by the time I finally reached home.

Bathed. Washed my hair.

Dried it.

Blarblarblar. The works.

It was 9 plus.

I then piled on fresh makeup, got changed.

And it was another extensive train ride to Dhoby Ghaut again.

Church.

I don’t know why the great urge to be in church again.

Though I was alone most of the time, and feeling out of place and rather awkward, I still enjoyed it.

I managed to stay wide awake throughout.

I even managed to carry darling Zoe in my arms.

Read a couple of children’s stories to Zachary…

Children always bring such joy.

Awwwwwwww…….. I want a baby!!

And after dreaming of carrying a baby the day before, I dreamt that I cuddled another one in my arms last night.

They bring such immense comfort.

Caught up a little with fellow church members, and had lunch with Serene, Ben and Zachary.

Got home in the heavy shower.

Looking at the surroundings mellowed by the heavy downpour, was quite a bliss, don’t you think?

A 3-hour nap didn’t last me through the night.

Ah well…

Great Singapore Sales is on.

I don’t feel much about it.

Nor do I intend to check out the bargains.

Is something wrong with me, or something?

Tsk.

The author had forgotten to add that she was on a major AlanTingism high on Saturday at Attica cos she had seen a Caucasian who resembles soooooooooooo much like Alan.

So much so that, I didn’t stop looking at him, and Janice purposely led me past him and held my hand to brush slightly past his butt.

GOSH.

He really looks like Alan. But he is more bulky in build.

OH MAN.

If he had chatted to me, I wouldn’t snub him, really.

Anyway. My supposed holiday plans is totally scrapped.

Crap.

I had my share of Char Kuey Tiao for lunch, finally.

Man. Sigh. That’s the only good news for the day.

DELAYED RECAP

Am not really in the right condition to blog, and you may expect real short and straight to the point recaps from me.

Then again, when Ting says ‘short’, you can’t really believe in that, yuh?

Wednesday was pretty bizarre in my opinion, despite everything that went on normally.

Rushed off to the agency for some audition with some of the Korean bosses of a particular brand of gadgets.

Bumped into a friend and the lovely lass launched a chat with me over Mr Ex Boyfriend, who had messaged her to befriend her over, hear this, friendster.

Apparently, he told me he saw her friendster consists of mostly guys, so he messaged to ask her why, and they got acquainted from there.

Coincidentally, she was from my agency, and saw our friendsters linked. Small world.

No, I do not have anything against people who message people over friendster, but a stranger messaging you and trying to sound intelligent is quite a turn-off, don’t you think?

Especially someone who is dead against clubbing cos he thinks clubbing is meant for people who are trying to ‘hunt’ and to be ‘hunted’, a place for guys to know girls.

Returning to the agency is a daunting task.

I was warned to beware of my double chin.

To the extend they took out the ladder to shoot me from above.

Despite slimming down, my weight still hovers around 55kg.

It’s quite weird eh? My weight was 55kg when my waist was 27 inches, butt 36 inches.

Despite now waist being -cough- 24 inches, and butt 34 and half, my weight is still 55kg.

No, nothing up THERE. They shrunk too, alright.

I pity my arms, and my thighs.

Or else, I should be glad that I grew brains.

Then, another lady in the agency saw me, and she matter-of-factly mentioned that it would be better if I am a tad slimmer.

Aftering weighing myself, she commented I should lose 5 more kg, ideally.

Thanks.

Ouch.

Met up with Raf in Orchard, and took fancy to 2 dresses I tried at Guess.

I walked out of the trying room and it was totally sheer. You could see everything that was underneath cos of the knit.

Some guy was browsing the items on the clothes rack which was right outside of the trying rooms.

He accidentally caught sight of me and let out a loud -gasp- ‘Wow’ or some sort, before realising his reaction was rather intrusive and snuck away.

I really like the cheery colours and such.

And despite finding it rather reasonably priced, the very broke one had to leave the shop empty handed.

Shopped around takashimaya for a bit, and I got some pictures developed out of my camera memory card.

But I am absolutely freaking pissed that, my pictures were STOLEN!!!!!

Can you blardy believe it?

No, I didn’t drop them, though I am usually clumsy and a doofus at heart.

I had one set of mini-pictures printed, and I put those dearer to me together with my passport.

I went into Malaysia yesterday and then I checked it when I was leaving Malaysia, and it was still with me.

By the time I crossed the checkpoint in Singapore, it was no longer with me!

Don’t tell me it fell off, cos I put it together with my disembarkment card, and the card was still very much intact.

Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.. some are rather private(not THAT kind) and precious pictures of my friends!!!

Attica then beckoned, and we headed down.

A boring night not worth mentioning.

I ended up sitting outside the area alone, feeling absolutely foul, thinking, and dwelling into issues that bugged me.

Let’s skip whatever in between. When I left finally, it was pouring.

Jamail was asking what was bothering me, and we chatted.

David(the shorter one) was then leaving and offered a ride back.

One, I don’t take rides from people I don’t know well, alone.

Two, he was obviously pretty intoxicated and I didn’t want to end up dead in a traffic accident.

Three, I had wanted to continue talking to Jamail.

I saw the man tripped and had a great fall in the rain when he crossed over the road.

Quite hilarious.

15 minutes on, he called again to offer to send me back, but by then, I was already pretty much in tears and still yakking away with Jamail. So, no.

Many people were standing under the shelter, not sure to get themselves drenched in the rain. I didn’t care. I strolled slowly in the rain, and headed to the waiting cab.

Liberating. Fun.

Peeled away the wet clothes, showered.

Sat down on the floor, and played my newest CD.

Stoned.

No pain.

Bawled.

***

Woke up on Thursday, and the only reminder to what happened the night before were the slight marks, and it was hard to believe that I pulled through the night before amidst all the tangled emotions.

I must have fell asleep in between sobs. Glasses were still on.

Quite bizarre.

I mean, it didn’t feel like anything happened.

But, I still feel empty.

Not sure if I wanna take up Mei’s offer of KTV, but I thought getting out of the house might do me good.

Was feeling a tad bad cos my roller-coaster mood varied.

I felt obliged not to be a spoilsport, yet I get my quiet, dazing moments on and off.

Still, they were quite understanding, and I was yakking non-stop away at the end of it, though feeling a tad exhausted from the efforts of doing so.

Got home, not feeling any wants to talk.

***

Lunch at Ngee Ann on Friday.

With Janice, and Mr Anonymous. I once labelled him JT cos ……. of.. I can’t say.

Now, I decided to code him SHC, or rather, SC would do.

Sexy hairy chest.

Mr SC is shy. Very shy.

He didn’t quite like our company, I decided.

The quiet, act-cool man was quite adamant that he would not want to lunch with us again.

To think we walked him to where he was going before finally leaving for Holland Vilage.

Alright, he was just too traumatised by our kooky ways, I guess.

Then again, he was nice, as usual. Shall have lunch again, soon.

Went to Essential Brews to chill.

We were supposed to have dinner with Bruce, and I suggested Holland Village.

Alas, Mr Bruce was unable to make it.

So we had a lengthy noon there.

Janice taught me the tricks to photoshop, and man, was I amazed.

We then bitched the noon away, indulged in some melancholic talks, and feeling pretty blue.

Adjourned to Brekos.

Was feeling a tad lethargic by then, and we scribbled nonsense on a piece of paper, with me trying to recall the birthdates of every single guy I once fancied. Or still do.

We even jotted down the year when we met them. Muahaha.

I am amazed by my memory space.

In awe of it, actually.

I saw the huge gap between 2001-2005.

Apparently 2005 itself made up for them.

Muahahahahaha.

We shared a piece of chocolate cake.

The reaction from me?

Total dissatisfaction!!!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKS.

I should have stuck to my boney cake from NYDC! *pouts* *frowns*

Never stray!

Was so bored that we had a silly AND crude conversation on paper cos we were so lazy to reply on speech.

It started out with:

Ting: I am bored and tired
Jan: I am boring lor..
Ting: Yah..

And her response?

Sorry, no translation for you if your Chinese ability is crap or that you are not a Chinese.

Mostly are words to put each other down, and direct(and lame) translations of swear words.

We ended it off dramatically with Janice saying ‘Obiwankenobi!’.

I returned the ‘curse’ with? YODAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

It became dry and I gave up, and suggested home.

Went into Malaysia briefly, and got my pictures stolen.

Bleah.

Was very, very tired, but somehow, I stayed up till pretty late with a sincere chat with a new pal(eh, can divulge identity or not?!).

It’s hard to get a sincere chat pal these days, and that bit of fatigue was gone pretty swiftly with a nice chat partner.

***

Next 2 weeks are gonna be pretty crucial for me.

Sadly, for that, I will be giving up something I had been planning, and had always wanted to do.

Bah.

Maybe, I should just see how things go from here.

Sigh.

Then again, it might be a blessing in disguise. *wink*

For you guys too, I think.

***

Who have yet to read this on Tripleperiod’s blog?

To quote him:

Terms and Conditions Apply:
- Only single, eligible ladies need apply.
- Applicants must be age 21 and above at time of date.
- Should the winner be found to be attached at the time of the date, all-expense-paid clause will be null and void. Date will be Dutch.
- Tripleperiod reserves the final rights, at any time, to swap the dinner date event with another event of similar nature albeit not necessary with the same cost.

To Apply…
- Kindly attach a photo of yourself and email me at tripleperiod@gmail.com
- An essay of any length on the topic “Why I Deserve The Love of A SNAG?”
- An short write-up about yourself, your dreams, ambitions and ideology
- Indicate your blog(if any). Bloggers do gain cookie points, to a certain extent
- Your sincerity

*cough* Jan, there’s some things you don’t fulfil!!

Me?

Single? Freaking absolutely so.
21 and above? As much as I hate to admit, I am already way over that.
Despite being single, I don’t mind going dutch either. Muahaha.
Char Kuey Tiao dinner, I also don’t mind.
Sincerity. A lot.

But!!!

I don’t want to send in pictures, so I have no choice but *sob* pull myself out of the competition.

But,

will anyone mind if I put on a similar contest to get guys to treat me to dinner instead?!

Wahahahahahaha.

Eye for a Guy online contest!

Win a date with Ting! Date Ting!

Whee!

***

I had really strange dreams these days.

I dreamt of someone unlikely for consecutive 3 days.

I had a bizarre dream of me holding a handicapped, limbless black baby.

I remember him being really cute, and I held him preciously close to me.

I wish I can decipher dreams.

WHY I AM THE ONE FOR KENNY SIA

*Cough*

Was at the agency yesterday afternoon when I saw this.

Apparently, I missed it when it was out on the papers some couple of months ago.

Hurhurhur, see! I endorse Kuching!

(Muahahaha, yes, only my back, no full frontal profile for me to swirl)

And we all know the most eligible bachelor of blogosphere is from…?

Kuching!

I knew it.

We are meant for each other.

A SUDDEN BOUT OF DEPRESSION

So sudden that I didn’t see it coming.

I walked out of it, didn’t I?

It’s back, apparently.

Creeping onto my back sneakily.

And ‘BAM!’, it caught me by surprise.

Trust me, it could have been a good and fabulous day.

It could have been.

I even thought of the things I wanna blog, the things I wanna laugh about, the things that happened, the many, many things.

But I don’t know why.

I seriously still can’t fathom why.

It came. Just like that.

No reason. No signs. No nothing.

I don’t want to hear you guys preach. Don’t start, please.

DON’T!

I know you guys are concerned. Consolations and words of what I should be doing? I know them darn well too.

My first sobfest in months.

I succumbed to the weakling in me despite the reluctance to bow down to that defense I built up over the past months.

Everything crumbled.

I felt great reluctance to return to home.

I stared into the breeze that brought the warnings of rain. Blankly.

I am not a smoker. But I fagged. Once.

I walked in the drizzle, unable to feel my soul.

Giving Jamail a goodbye hug, I giggled hard to hold back the tears.

But no, I sniffed hard and I cried a little.

I wished the rain could sober me up.

It didn’t.

It only blurred my vision further with the ruined mascara.

I could barely feel the cold as the wet clothes caressed my skin in the cab.

I can’t remember how I showered, washed up nor changed.

It was a blur how Liverpool won the finals.

I plunged, badly.

I wept. I sobbed. I bawled.

Finally.

An exhausted pair of lungs.

Brain didn’t get fresh air.

A tightly squeezed heart that’s hardly beating.

Cold, very cold.

And the 3 fresh wounds that made my day.

Whee.

I fell. Badly.

Hm, am I still alive?

Why do I not feel the pain?

HAVE I SLEPT? HAVE I NOT?

Yes, T.I.N.G. – Towards Internationalisation, Nationalisation, and Globalisation, again.

Blogger here has ran out of creativity, eagerness to blog, and is low on energy level.

Oh really?

Take this. I woke up at 8pm on Monday, was dozing off on and off since then, feeling drowsy again at 12 midnight, and fell asleep right in front of my monitor.

Woke up around 4 plus, and am awake till now, after a telephone conversation with Sean someone who would prefer to be anonymous.

To quote him, ‘….for the 3rd time since i started work, tis same 3 ladies sat at 1 of the tables i was in charged of… i remembered dem cuz dey kept on ordering orange juices after orange juices after orange juices… ‘

Oooo. What an impression we left.

So have I slept, or have I not?

I no longer know.

Everyone is pretty much sick of my constant reports and reviews of my clubbing ways, I know.

I am proud terribly sorry to announce that… you have yet to see the end of it.

It wasn’t my intention to hit the club on 2 consecutive days till the last songs spun to a stop. But hell, I blardy did.

No, I am not morphing into a party animal. Maybe that’s because I am already one.

Or maybe, the great reluctance to stay home is getting to me a tad too much. But com’on, it’s the holidays!

And, we seriously did not forsee that we would end up at Attica again on Saturday night.

Really, we didn’t.

So much so that I was in jeans, and a simple top, which was totally unglam for a night of intense partying.

I was in a devastating mood. I didn’t care.

Mr New Zealander was already waiting in his regular pub in Duxton when 2 of us strutted into the pub at 9.30pm.

Apparently, he didn’t receive my earlier message to confirm that we would be meeting up, and that we would reach after 9pm, cos we would be having dinner at Raffles City first.

Alas, he didn’t receive the message at all. It was said that his estranged wife had deleted the message away.

Thankfully, he stayed on in the pub and we were still able to meet him there.

As usual, conversations were never dry with Bruce around, and his witty and acute sense of sarcasm pretty much spiced the evening up.

It was there, where I fixed my eyes on the television with the telecast of the big match, and Bruce and Janice wouldn’t stop rolling their eyes, and they even joked with the staffs, asking how much would it cost to shut all the televisions in the pub.

Horrid pals, I have.

My gaze plastered to the screen, and they contemplated to abandon me in the pub, knowing I wouldn’t leave.

But they didn’t.

So it was games of pool, with Janice dominating the pool table with her beginner’s luck. Somehow, the people playing with her would clear the table, but with the last black ball going in anywhere but the supposed pocket.

Bruce left before we finished the game, and with Janice being forced to continue on the games with new contenders, it was past midnight when she finally finished her last game.

Felt slightly guilty that I was crap company for the night with my attention on the game and little else.

At that point of time, the game was still a gameless draw. Extra time.

How could I leave at such crucial time.

I had bad vibes about their unutilised opportunities.

Then, came the penalty shoot-out, and the soccer klutz stayed back to hold my hands, cheer with me, and ease my tension.

I am thankful babe. It was such a big sacrifice on your part, knowing how you loathe and couldn’t comprehend the game.

Darn, we were the only Manchester United supporters there.

Of course, my eyes were brimming with tears when the moment of truth prevailed.

Disappointment, definitely, but I still love them all the same.

Keep the mean comments to yourself, soccer is sensitive issues, alright.

What I feel irritated was, once when Mr Ex boyfriend messaged me over MSN(just couple of weeks ago), and went on saying spiteful and childish comments, just simply because he detests Manchester United, and the fans.

His justification is that Manchester United fans are people who would sway to other winning clubs, unlike how he and his fellow Reds supporters would always stay faithful.

It’s kinda unfair, really. Most pals of mine are Liverpool supporters, and I do adore Liverpool, too, just that I am not into the politics of soccer. Harmless funny jibes are alright, but not when they get personal.

Okay, I am into good games, that’s all. Manchester United had their fair share of goods and bads, just like any other clubs. I remember the days when Liverpool played good soccer, and I pretty much enjoyed watching them too.

Also, my crush(10 years back), is a Liverpool supporter, too. Muahahahaha.

Anyway, onto the conversation with the ex.

In the past, how he would sulk, and sulk, and sulk when Liverpool loses.

And the shout-into-your-face jibes, which I wasn’t comfortable with.

So, when he messaged me the other day, and said something about ‘I am so sorry that you guys didn’t win anything. I am waiting to see how many of you guys would start to say they are actually Chelsea supporter since X years ago.. no integrity blarblarblar.‘

I could almost see the smirk on his face on the monitor,

‘Then we can have a good laugh into your face when we lift the Champions’ League… yadda yadda…‘

I found it incredibly funny.

I spoke it in a matter-of-factly way with a smile on my face,’Despite spiritually changed, and an obvious change to how you humble yourself for God, some things never changed. You’re still as spiteful when it comes to soccer.‘

Woops.

I still adore Liverpool fans. I have too many of them as my friends, crushes, ex-boyfriends, crushees, buddies.

Perhaps the constant harmless bickers are a turn-on for them. Muahaha.

All the best for Champion’s League!

Woops. Too much soccer talk.

Anyway, with teary-eyes, I took up Janice’s suggestion of ‘Since it’s already past midnight, we might as well stay out and dance the blues away.‘

Not too bad.

We jumped onto the cab, which took us to Clarke Quay, all for 5 bucks.

It would have been more, but we told uncle we had only 5 bucks with us, and he could just drop us anywhere near there once the meter hits 5, and we would walk over.

Apparently, being a very generous Manchester United fan, and seeing how affected I already was, he insisted on sending us right to the gate of Clarke Quay, though with midnight charge, the meter hit 5 bucks when he U-turned from where we were, so we were almost at the same spot when it hit $5.

Reached the club with a sulk, and feeling totally unglam cos I was in a casual top and jeans.

Pouted like a kid, and replies to all ‘How are you doing’ were the standard ‘No good.’

“Io noh molto bene!“

Was entering the club when I realised the red lipstick stain on Roberto’s cheek.

Woops. Wipe it away from his stubby face apologetically, and I silently thought no wonder I lose my lip colour so swiftly these days.

I pretended to ignore Jamail, cos he SMSed earlier to tell me he was rooting for Arse.. nal, but of cos he’s too lovely to ignore.

It wasn’t long before the music perked me up, and we partied the night away again.

I wonder if it was because I was in jeans, and I actually had a French guy coming up to me, and after the usual patronising lies compliments, asked if Janice and I are… *gasp* lesbians.

He insisted on buying us drinks, and we had our first Kamikaze of the night.

Then, a local Malay guy was smiling at me, and I thought he was a friend. Until he joked harmlessly, ‘Just a silly question, can you bring me home tonight?‘ like a little kitten.

Only if you can fit into my handbag, my dear.

A Spanish tried make some conversations, and started showering all the usual blatant lies compliments again.

Then conversation went on like this:
He: Where do you live?
Me: Where do YOU live then?
He: Jurong.
Me: Jurong where?
He: Jurong East.
Me: Jurong East where?
He: XX Condominium.
Me: !!!!!!

Yeah, darn. He stays in the same estate as I do, just couple of blocks away.

Then he suggested that we could go home together.

Yeah, very right. For once, I was quick-witted enough to say that I was heading home with my partner as I was bunking over at hers.

We moved away, and went onto the podium, where no guys would bother us.

While we were taking a break from dancing, we saw Roberto standing near the stairs leading to this private area, just above the dance floor.

He came over to say hi, and then gestured the bouncers to let us up to the private area.

We hesitated, cos it didn’t seem that much fun up there, but we did venture up to see what’s with the place anyway, since Douglas was standing there.

Alvin was the bartender behind the counter, and was pretty much lovely, just like most people from there.

We didn’t stay up at the exclusive private area, cos the people up there seemed pretty, er, weird.

God knows what are they normally up to, up there.

So we stuck to the bar counter, nearest to the stairs throughout the entire time.

Roberto and his friend came up, and bought us a shot each.

And for the first time, I broke away from my usual Kamikaze, and had one shot of Tequila.

With lotsa, lotsa salt. And many dashes of lime juice.

Vile, very vile. Drinking is definitely not my forte. As if you guys don’t know.

It wasn’t long before the lights came on, and I didn’t have the chance to dance it away.

I sat at the cashier counter below at the ground floor, and chatted to Jamail and guys, who were pretty much shocked by my utter scarlet-ness.

I am usually red from drinks, but I was BRIGHT RED, and was a pretty scary sight.

Absolute scarlet.

We started chatting to the auntie at the cashier, and playing with one of the guy’s walkie-talkie.

I took it, on it, and *ahem*: Baaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.. Baahhhhhh -hiccup-(no, just kidding) black sheep… Have you any wool?

Sang it with trembles in my tune.

Then, doraemon’s theme song serenaded the other people around the clubs holding to a walkie-talkie.

I was giggling into the walkie-talkie, and Janice and I did a duet of Bah Bah Black Sheep.

Everyone was laughing and it wasn’t long before someone radio-ed back ‘Shut up lah!’

*giggles*

It was more clowning around, and I maintained that alcohol is evil, however little there was.

Exited from the club and was taken aback by the *cough* majestic sight.

Out there, was a crowd of well-built men in all-black, some donning dark glasses.

Like some triads, or some sort.

The bouncers were getting ready to leave in a group. (So sweet eh! Everyone waited for everyone! *sniggers*)

The goofiness in me acted up, and I told them to walk behind me(since Jan was wearing all black too, and I was wearing my jacket with top and jeans).

I sashayed in front of the pack, and joked I am like some superstar walking out of the airport terminal.

I gave a cocky look, did my dramatic cat walk, and turned to Janice, ‘No interviews, please. No photographs, please.’

Diva!

2 of them flanked me, and making it more convincing.

I turned back and when I saw the entire group of them behind me, for a moment, I was afraid they might just bash me up for being too kooky.

Very grand exit, indeed.

Bade them goodbyes, and laughed ourselves silly over their spontaneity.

Walked to the 7-11 and got ourselves some nice food.

We always sabotaged our diet plans with food, after consoling ourselves how our partying ways should have cut down our fats by much.

Wanna gain weight? Just stick to us.

I got home by cab whereas Miss Posh walked to the MRT station and went public.

I got home looking like a lobster.

***

It was pretty quaint. I sat in front of the television, still reeling from the effects of the alcochol, and whatever was on the television, made me cry.

It wasn’t a sobfest nor intense weeping. Just a flow of tears for that minute. Slow, gentle, lingering tears.

My ducts generating a flow of tears cos it hadn’t been released much these days? Possibly.

Hurhurhur.

***

Woke up and watched a bit of television, before leaving for Raffles City to meet up with the 2 gorgeous ones. Raf and Janice.

Grabbed a quick bite at Burger King, and the 2 bombshells and I were plenty of legs and flesh for the evening.

It’s stressful to hang out with gorgeous pals, I tell you.

We headed down to, where else?

Sadly, on a holiday eve, the crowd was pathetic. PATHETIC.

We chatted at Attica, and met up with Jasmine.

Being really bored, we whored ourselves for the camera, onoce again.

Janice and I in Attica before the place warmed up.

The centre of all attention, Raf, in her sexy dress.

I love it!

When we were in the ladies, this Korean lady doctor came up to Raf, telling her that her companion, a white doctor from America, found her incredibly gorgeous.

We started thinking what if the doctor was a cute one, after I let slip Raf is engaged. Bah. I shouldn’t have said that. I already forgot how cute doctors could be these days, and shouldn’t write him off from the beginning. Muahaha.

We then took a picture of the 3 of us, before we finally abandoned my chocolate martini(which tasted real lethal, I was burning red after just TWO SIPS. My first drink for the night, no less) after some persuasion and proceeded on to Attica Too after a round of Kamikazes.

We were so bored with the place that, we ended up taking a rest on the couch in the courtyard of Attica, and it was rather cool lying down on the couch, 3 ladies, trading scandals, bitching endlessly.

And then while stacking on top of each other, looking totally unglam, I don’t know why the 2 ladies started caressing my thighs, back, and stuffs.

Pretty hot, actually.

Thanks girls. *roll eyes*

I whined how deprived I am of affections, and they should stop rousing me that way.

Deprived, not desperate, my dears.

As Raf was stroking my thigh, with me lying next to her, she joked someone should take a picture of her holding my leg(my leg was hanging on her leg), and titled it ‘Rough Things Raf Ting’ and it might sell like hotcakes.

I concur.

We laughed, we bitched, we joked, we just rested, and I was almost falling asleep. Pretty comfortable that way.

I saw a familiar face, and I thought he might be a friend, whom I have never met in real life.

Somehow, it’s funny how someone would walk past you, and you could feel the vibes he/she was someone you know.

Like how I may walk past some people on the streets, and some people could still recognise me despite only reading my blog, yet never seen me in person.

Quaint oh quaint.

Then, the Korean female doctor came over, and pulled us over to introduce her friend to us.

And the bartenders behind the bar clapped when Raf proceeded over!

The doctor, a certain Mr Zachary, was a dead ringer, for a soccer player.

Guess who?

Guess again?

Hmmm. Answer at the end of the entry.

Our new friend, Dr Jeannie! She’s such a lovely character whom is so easy to love.

She was pretty tipsy and bored with her first trip to Attica, and we brought her and Zachary up to Attica Too instead.

They were really down to earth people, and hopefully will meet up with them more often since they are pretty new to the country.

Despite losing weight, I still wonder why I look so bulky in the pictures.

Grrr…….

It was then Attica Too time.

We danced, we boogied.

Met Lawrence there again, and he introduced his gorgeous pals to us, Karen and Carol, whom we dirty-danced with throughout.

5 girls. Body to body, slithing up and down each other. How hot do you want it to be?

Sadly, the 2 doctors left.

Then, this French guy came over, and offered to buy Raf and I shots. Recognising he is one of the bosses of the club, we kinda went along with it.

We were pretty speechless when we saw the tray of numerous shots brought over by the server, and he offered one to everyone, including his friends who were walking past.

I downed one, and he passed me another, and I downed 2 in a go. Pretty neat feat, considering my alcohol tolerance.

***
For the first time, I had such atrocious questions thrown to me:

-Are you into cocaine? *curse curse swear swear*
-Do you want to come to my Ritz suite, we could watch tv, have drinks together, no sex. (Yah, right)
-We could have a bubblebath together.
-Do you want to leave with me?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. SHOOOOOOO! GO AWAY!

I shall curse that you will have a rotten dick, soon.

That’s evil. Tsk tsk. I should learn to be kind.

***

Lawrence and his friends are party animals, and was really fun partying with them despite there was hardly any crowd for the night.

Saw David and he introduced some very nice friends of his to us. He said he had seen us downstairs but not up here much of the night. Very nice people who were looking out for us the entire night, and gave me a seat to sit down cos I was getting slightly wobbly.

I took few sips of the whiskey and thought I still love my vodkas. Derrick very nicely took the glass away from me and told me I shouldn’t feel obliged to drink if I didn’t like it.

He then tried to convince me his Chinese isn’t that bad.

Then, someone else joined us, and introduced himself as, er, well, David.

How many Davids are there in my blog these days, you ask.

Not bad. At least no repetitive surnames, and countries.

If I am not wrong, he is one of the shareholders of the club too, and then invited me over to join him at the VIP area, where the table was stacked with drinks, and endless drinks.

No prize for guessing what I requested for.

Orange juice. Whee.

He very nicely suggested we could quote his name the next time we are there. I smiled politely cos I thought that was pretty nice, not that we needed it.

We were chatting briefly and David(the tall and lanky one) came over to join us when David(yeay, I love confusing you guys) asked him over to supposedly, introduce to me.

David then told David, what he had told me earlier, so I wouldn’t have problems coming in in the future. David then responded to David that I already have no problems coming in these days. *sheepish*

I then got Janice to join us as well, and it wasn’t long that pretty much people were sitting down.

Despite not touching any alcohol, I got pretty creative and took the vodka bottle, and poured it neat into a glass, and passed to David. Oh, the tall one.

He scrunched his face when he took a sip from the neat liquid, and joked that much could knock out an elephant too. I would very much want to see how a tipsy elephant would behave.

Anyway he would only drink if I took a sip.

I took a minute sip.

Vile.

He poured into a mixture and downed part of it.

Quite very mean of me.

It was pretty nice chatting to the not-so-tall David, a Korean-American. Topics covered included family, people, and he has a gorgeous, gorgeous, 5 year-old boy.

He was really brilliant to Janice and I without being touchy with us, and we even tried to sabotage Douglas to drink, knowing how bad a drinker he is.

His lawyer friend Ben, a Londoner, was great company too.

I joked about how Londoners have the accent that tickle me. Like a fetish.

They were quite a bunch of funny people. David joked about firing his staffs and I joked about how Jan and I could take over the positions of David and Terry if he ever fires the managers.

Then it was about the rings on my finger, which I took out for them to look at.

My carat could fit tall David’s little finger, amazingly, when he put his hand forward, and I playfully slided it onto his finger.

The Tiffany, birthday present from MDIS classmates. The rock, Christmas present. Oh, and the -cough- 50 dollars watch, birthday present.

It was pretty ‘duh’ when he asked ‘What is that?’ when he saw the Tiff. Apparently, it was on my finger, and it gotta be a ring, no?

Someone then asked if taller David is a Chinese, and he asked in return where does he look like he’s from.

Janice and I then laughed and exclaimed ‘Japanese’.

The others were pretty much bewildered and I tapped on his chin slightly and tilted it to them, and asked ‘Look like Japanese porn star, no?’

Only Janice and I got the drift. David got it too since we last mentioned a friend thought he looks like a Japanese porn star.

The shorter David then mentioned ‘if you received carats for Christmas, I wonder what you receive for your birthday.’

Which cued the lanky one to grab my wrist, and said, ‘See, this is what people got for her birthday.’

*cough*

Ben, Janice, and Ting.

David, Janice, Ting.

Yes, I am absolutely scarlet.

Janice, Ting, and the pole the ultra-skinny Douglas, who weighs as heavy as I do. Great guy there.

Look at his height! And be reminded I was on heels!

Yes, and I shaded away the fat, lardy, humongous arm in the picture. Tell me you didn’t notice.

Hurhurhur. People, meet David, and David.

Just before going off, taller David got us to drink Tequila pop, which I had never tried.

And I drank half, passing the latter half to him. Quite nice, which I didn’t quite expected.

The group of us thought of hitting the dancefloor again, but when the moment we arrived right in the centre, the music stopped abruptly, and the lights came on. Right at 5am.

Well done. What great timing.

We speculated the deejay didn’t like the boss much.

Airkissed the bouncers goodbye, and then bade David goodbye with the usual kiss. Bumped into the service crew and Sean was among them, who came forward for a brief chat.

I spoke a string of incoherant words which I am pretty surprised he understood. Muahaha.

We left for supper at the usual River Valley Road, but the taller one didn’t join us cos he had to do the closing for the night, so it was just Ben, David, Janice and I.

Spicy Mee Goreng, just what I needed.

I am always hungry, darn. Someone should tell me to watch my diet.

David then dropped Ben off, then Janice, before heading to Jurong, which was really nice of him cos it was really a long ride all over Singapore and the day was slowly breaking.

Great conversations on bikes, cars, and sports. This guy knows his stuffs.

He turned out to be a nicer guy than most people made him out to be.

Hardly initimidating and gentlemanly, which is really good. Then again, some guys can be great pretenders, and we would never know, isn’t it?

I mean seriously, how many guys proved to be great disappointments eventually when their masks are ripped off, and true colours shown?

I think I am morphing into a cynical bitch.

It’s nice to make new friends, but I don’t like to make new friends when turnover rates are high.

I don’t know what I am blabbering about, either. But er, well, you get the picture.

Bleah. One day, I am gonna be bashed up by all the male readers for too much guy bashings here.

Got home around 6.45am, and by then, perfectly sober. I stayed up till past noon, occupied with MSN chats, photoediting, blog surfing, emailing of the pictures..

I am pretty much amazed by my stamina, really.

Now, I am craving for MacDonald’s breakfast. *pout*

Anyway, if you haven’t guessed it, Michael Owen lookalike, is Zachary.

I AM SORRY I LIED…

…when I used this bogus picture to cheat your feelings.

I shouldn’t have said I have the picture of Roberto, half nude.

I had wanted to blog about how I slept my Thursday away, and how my Friday was spent meeting up with Denise at the open area of Attica, having a quiet drink, catching up with the woes of life, and not getting the chocolate martini I so much wanted to try.

It was a great session, babe.

I had also wanted to blog about how I was having a nice and kooky chat with beloved Gracie and Filicia over cute Chinese names, and I had to pull myself away to leave home cos the topic was too hilarious to not be a part of.

Darn. Chatting to them is addictive. We were talking about something in regards to an informal writeup on Hong Kong guys and…. well, *ahem* nothing much, and I had to leave halfway too, on Thursday evening.

I had also wanted to blog about how I joined Patrick, the shortie Edmund, Grace and Teck for a night of KTV session after bidding Denise goodbye at Marine Parade Kbox.

I had also wanted to blog about how glad I am, finally able to croon ballads after being down with bad flu for a couple of weeks.

I had also wanted to blog about how the vertically challenged Edmund had greeted me with ‘Hey, you seemed to be a tad too well fed these days huh’.

*ROLL EYES*

I had also wanted to blog about how sorry I am to Cat, cos I had once promised her not to be pillioned by.. erm, Patrick.

But yet, since Patrick was gonna meet up at Tuas with the Ex and his bike group for a ride up to Cameron Highlands, he gave me a lift back to Jurong.

I had also wanted to blog about how I finally tried Bedok 85 Bak Chor Mee for the first time in my life, and finding it a tad too mediocre for my liking.

So, what caused the change of blogging plans?

Well, a friend was trying to recommend me a couple of modelling agencies, and suggested I should join(kidding me, right?! I don’t wanna make a fool outta myself, please).

So, I was terribly tormented by guilt for lying to you guys the last time round.

Hereby, is my MOST SINCERE APOLOGY.

Yes, click on the link, you idiot.

Not enough?

How about THIS TO REDEEM MYSELF?

Still blaming me for misleading you?

I REALLY AM SORRY.

I think I DID MORE THAN ENOUGH TO SHOW HOW SORRY I TRULY AM.

Man, I am hyperventilating.

But THIS, THIS, THIS, and THIS gotta be my absolute favourites.

If that’s not enough, for those who had swooned endlessly about him to me over MSN, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE, HERE and HERE.

Someone pass me the tissue please…

Darn, no one told me nose bleed could lead to death.

I exhale.

Sigh, when will my prince charming show up? I don’t ask for much, something like the specimen above, will do.

Not a lot to ask for yuh?

I will smack you if you tell me otherwise.

Ladies, oh, how many of you are still alive?

Leave me a comment so I can do a headcount, please.

I am too weak to type right now. *Slaps self awake*

*Note: Pictures were chanced upon, and are used for the benefits of womankind. Meant for a good laugh. Eyecandies. The writer is in no way lusting for the stuff under the briefs subject in question.

***

I realised I had forgotten to blog about Mr Jayaxe’s talents.

I know many of you guys are pretty curious how yours truly look in real life.

Trust me, you ain’t missing anything much.

This is a blardy good chance for you to find out, cos Mr Jayaxe, had done this masterpiece after I shamelessly requested for one.

So remember where you have seen it first. His site.

Gone with the wind. How aptly named.

You might not know, but Scarlett Ting was derived from Scarlett O’Hara.

And irritatingly, I realised he had passed this I-don’t-know-what musical baton to me.

And I am pretty surprised with his speculation on my musical preferences(*cough cough*). In fact I giggled endlessly when I saw what he written on his blog.

Hello mister!! What makes you think that just because I met the real McCoy some couple of months ago, means I listen to nothing but him?!

Anyway, he makes good music.

Total volume of music files on my computer:
Must I really say? -sheepish-
Estimated 1 Gigabyte – 180 songs – Don’t know how long.

I don’t listen to most of them, cos most were sent to me by friends. Worship songs, their own compositions, and yah, other lame justifications to make myself less guilty of not buying the original albums. -guilty puppy eyes look-

The last CD I bought:
Can I don’t say…? Actually.. hmm.. hmm.. er.. it’s the first CD I bought in years. The last being Ladies Sing the Blues. A compilation.

Okay, fine. Jayaxe, you got it right. It’s something from David Tao. His latest album, The Great Leap, that is.

(Man! I hate it when I am being read like an open book *laughs*)

Song playing right now:
Lauren Wood – Fallen

Five songs I listen to a lot, or that mean a lot to me:
Mostly are those I listen to a lot, rather than holding special meanings. Nothing special about my taste anyway.(Neh neh ni boo boo. No DT, Jayaxe.)

Feelin’ the same way – Norah Jones
Made Me Glad – Hillsong
Fallen – Lauren Wood
Santa Monica – Salvage Garden
Hey Jude – Beatles
(To fulfil JX’s prophecy, I shall throw in Dear God, Catherine, Wu Yuan, Ai Hen Jian Dan, and Ji Mo De Ji Jie)

Five people to whom I am passing the baton:
Filicia
Kenny Sia
lotise
Janice
Lingshen

Job done.

Gee, that’s quite a handful of links for one single entry, eh?

TOWARDS INTERNATIONALISATION, NATIONALISATION & GLOBALISATION

*Coughs* Lame title, I know.

Anyway, what the hell am I still up at this hour, blogging, instead of tucking myself into the cosy duvet, catching up on some lagged rest.

I even did my laundry, and already spreaded them across on the pole!

I have more things to ‘teyh’ about today.

I want to lament how I am still having the runs now, and *baby voice* feeling shoooooo miserable *pouts like a kid*

*PURR x 13* – SCRATCHED WOUND
My arm is bleeding.

I have no idea where the scratched wound came from, but I only realised its existence last night until someone pointed it out to me.

Great.

Argh.

Part of the scab came off, and now it’s bleeding.

At least my lips’ bleeding stopped.

*PURR x 14* – INSOMIA
Well, well.

Cold turkeying from running nose medication and cough syrup which both made me drowsy and gave me the occasional out-of-body high proved hard.

Nothing to put me into deep slumber.

So, here I am, still awake.

Body clock blardy screwed again.

*PURR x 15* – RASHES
The itch on my face was almost unbearable.

I took out the tiny mirror from my bag, and gave a bloodcurdling shrill when I saw the red patches, wait, I mean, BIG, HUGE red patches all over my face.

FREAKING UGLY!!

I mean, yup, it’s not usually a nice sight, so it wouldn’t make much difference with the rashes, you say.

BUT IT’S HORRENDOUSLY HORRENDOUS!

Great. I am disfigured.

Badly.

*PURR x 16* – STAR WARS
No, it’s not that I don’t like the movie.

In fact, I have a huge crush on Yoda after the previous instalment.

But, when was the last time I last stepped into a theatre?

More than half a year ago.

The last movie I watched was The Incredibles, with Lingshen, and Kaiming.

HOW BLARDY SAD IS THAT?!

I missed so many movie along the way simply because? I am single and no one ever dates me to the cinema!

In fact, after my breakup, I only been to the cinema 5 pathetic times, and out of which, 3 times were by myself.

And that is considered pathetically pathetic when I watched more than 70 movies in 2 and half years prior to the split.

Estimated of 1 movie every 2 weeks.

I adore watching movies in the cinema, really.

FINE.

I shall watch Star Wars by myself.

Who needs guys?

Hmphf.

Don’t try to date me, cos it will make me seem like such a blardy gigantic loser.

I don’t need your sympathy.

Hmphf! Hmphf! Hmphf!

Unless I like you, of course. *blush*

*PURR x 17* – BROKE
Very broke.

Sometimes, I wish I know how to say ‘no’.

Firmly.

I spent a fortune cos I splurge on moisturiser and some skin care.

Face was really dry, and I have been surviving on no moisturiser for quite a while.

Sad news is, I still have yet to get the much needed lip balm cos I was busy with shopping, till all the other shops were closed by the time I emerged from Forever 21.

Yes. Forever 21.

Not my fault.

Raf’s.

Decided to meet up with her in Orchard to do some brief shopping. Had planned to meet up with her to catch up over some drinks, since Miss Ting here was in need of a heart-to-heart.

The lady at Estee Lauder seemed too nice.

So nice that I felt no guilt signing on the dotted line for the skin care products, which came with free gifts(Free, you know!).

To make myself feel better, those things are indeed much needed by my clogged and underpampered skin.

I am every sales person’s dream come true.

Bleah.

I am my own nemesis.

But but but! At least I managed to curb the urge to splurge on new perfume! -lame justification-

The evil Ting bought brownies for the maggie babe, with the intention to make her fat. Hurhurhur, with friends like me, who needs enemies?

Anyway, we ventured to Forever 21, cos the babe had wanted to shop for something she likes.

Well, shopping can be quite boring when your friends are browsing, and you are not, right?

So, I randomly chose some garments, and tried them on.

Damn. Every item looked *cough* fantastic on me.

Alas, I couldn’t afford any and I shouldn’t buy anything could only choose one.

We were the last to leave the shop at 10.10pm.

With customers like us, who needs enemies?

Was really in a mess when I went out, so I decided to change into the top immediately.

I ended up looking like a tai-tai, more than ever.

Great.

*roll eyes*

*PURR x 18* – EXPOSED! OH NO!
Next time, choose your shopping partner wisely.

Don’t choose someone you feature on your blog distinctively.

Like, the lovely, gorgeous Raf.

Was at Forever 21, looking my worst, peeling the dead skin from my lips. *ouch*

Oh, did I mention the auntie-ish plastic bag from Tangs I was holding?

*Wags finger at Tangs* Tsk tsk. Time to repackage your image, ya know.

Was wearing a white top, exposing my spilling tummy, and my pedal-pushers which are a tad too loose for me now.

Darn. Next time when I shop for clothes, I should buy them in size 6 AND size 8.

On good days I contract, tuck myself neatly into a size 6.

On bad days I am bloated, fat and ugly, wriggle into the size 8 without feeling too conscious when size 6 refuses to zip up.

Hurhurhur. Brilliant plan. Flawless.

Oh, where was I?

Looking my worst.

Raf was pointing to me, saying something about ‘There, she is over there.’ to someone.

I peeked over, curious who was standing behind the wall that blocked my view.

Horror of horrors!

It was a familiar face.

I recognised the face!

I shivered, shuddered, trembled, and cold sweat broke out.

Drama, I know.

I instinctively held the piece of garment I chosen and covered my mouth in flabbergastion.

Pun unintended.

Apparently, Miss Yunyi(aka Wanyi) noticed Raf, and went up to her to establish her identity.

Hurhurhur. As a non-blogger, Raf had established her *cough* celebrity status through, here.

And suey suey coincidentally, I was there with Raf.

I should be really excited to meet her, but I was too, horrified, that I almost hyperventilated.

Nervous, you know!

Still, a photograph to commemorate the moment.

(Her body darn power)

Too bad she was rushing for time, or else it would be fun to catch up a lil more.

So… embarrassing.

I was totally uncool.

Bleah.

***

Walked to Burger King to pack some food, and made our way to, well, er, must I say… Attica.

We thought of chilling by the riverside, and not getting involved with the raving and music.

Well, well.

It was rather unusual, with the amount of ‘Can I buy you guys a drink?‘s coming our way.

WOAH.

Let’s say it was just totally out of the ordinary, and it was as if everyone would suddenly come up to us, or stop us, wanting to buy us drinks.

Must be Raf.

And, I could almost write a review of guys, according to their nationality.

ITALIAN
Needless to say, most people would know I have a weakness for Italians.

That melodious language, and the fine breeds like Mr Rossi, Biaggi, Melandri…

And pastas!

Was walking out of Burger King, when a Mr Italian was suddenly captivated by Miss Raf’s beauty.

He came up to us to ask where is a good place for dancing.

When Miss Very Nice Ting tried to suggest to him a couple, he was looking intently on Raf, and spewed lavish compliments on her exotic looks.

We suggested Attica, obviously, but pointed out to him that his bermudas would not get him in.

He said he would return to the hotel to change, and hope to catch us there.

We took a MRT to Clarke Quay, and made our way to the cushions along the riverside.

Nice ambience.

We were starting to warm up to the seats, sipping our drinks, enjoying each other’s company when suddenly, *poof* Mr Italian came into the picture.

Well done. He was really serious even though Clarke Quay wasn’t around Orchard.

We were sitting side by side, and Mr Italian insisted that he wanted to sit between us.

I tried to gave some lame excuse that I would be sharing food with Raf, and I wanted her beside me.

Take a good look at the picture, the seat was catered for 2 people and 3, alright!

He could only sit beside us, and looking on, spoiling our plans to have a good girls’ talk.

Oh, did I mention not all Italians are cute?

Muahahaha.

We grew increasingly bored.

Very bored.

I was falling asleep, and the only way to shake ourselves away from him, we decided to venture into the dancefloor.

As I walked past Jamail, I told him to keep a lookout for us, just in case the Italian tries to do anything funny, cos we just didn’t quite enjoy his company.

He bought us drinks.

Was dancing on the dancefloor, and there were a couple of not-too-bad German guys dancing near us.

One of them, the tall one, bumped into Raf.

Mr Italian then tried to shield Raf, saying something along the line ‘I do not want him to touch you, I want you to myself.’

I think.

Then, he said something when he saw us turning over, looking at the German guys.

Apparently, Raf recognised them as the ones who asked her for directions earlier.

She remembered the bespectacled German, whom she thought was rather cute.

Mr Italian spoke. Words of wisdom.

‘Why are you guys looking at them? I am an Italian. Italians are much hotter than they are!‘

*GASP*

GERMANY
When Mr Italian realised we weren’t even looking at him, and were just dancing to ourselves, he scramed.

Good riddance.

The 2 German guys then started talking to us.

I could hardly understand both of them with their limited English capacity.

I need to repeat myself 5 times for the same short sentence like ‘ARE YOU HERE FOR HOLIDAYS OR BUSINESS?’

I thought I spoke crap English until I realised Raf faced the same problems.

They slowly grew intimidating like all Caucasians do, and we made our exits.

Communication failed.

Terrible.

SWITZERLAND
Or so he claimed. Which I quite suspected he’s not.

Lawyer.

Or so he claimed.

‘Don’t you remember me?’

I tried very hard, but I couldn’t.

‘We met at Velvet,’ he said.

Hurhurhur.

I only went to Velvet once or twice some months ago, when BenTingism was at its peak.

Later then did I know I fell for the stupidest pickup line.

Yup, I am not very bright up there, I know.

He then grabbed my hand and insisted on buying us a drink.

We excused ourselves by saying we were looking for a friend, and would be back later.

We sneaked out of the club.

Long while later, when we were heading for the restroom, we were spotted by the eagle-eyed.

Bleah.

Couldn’t escape this time, and I had a sip from the vodka redbull, which I later left the glass to stand untouched.

Generous with compliments.

Plenty of sleaze.

Very funny.

When he suggested we go to his place for red wine and some television watching, and he could put my friend on the cab home.

Do I look like a doofus to you?!

Okay, I may be one, but I am not THAT stupid, okay.

Red wine and television watching ONLY?!

Hurhurhur.

I don’t drink red wine.

Coffee then.

I don’t like coffee either.

Peppermint tea.

I don’t like, too.

Twinings.

Sounds good, but I can make my own, at home.

He then tried his luck with Raf, persuading her, saying we could both go up to his place to have a party.

Yes, Raf Ting sounds like a potential name for a blue film, but you definitely ain’t getting any.

When we went out of club, chilling, talking to Terry and Jamail, Mr Swiss came out, ending his night at Attica.

Bad luck.

I was there, and he suddenly wanted to come over and bring me home.

Don’t know how to spell DIE is it?

*GASP GASP GASP*

I said I was with Terry, and he only knew how to stand there, and smile silly-ly, like he always does, when I gave him weird looks and contorted eyebrows to signal how uncomfortable I was and needed help.

Bleah.

Thankfully, Jamail and Terry were there, and I rushed to hide behind them, though they didn’t quite help much, other than sniggering at the whole episode.

Such friends.

Hmphf.

SINGAPORE
Nerds.

This guy came up to us, asking us if we would like to join him at his table for a drink cos he would really like to buy us drinks.

He stammered. He muttered.

We walked over to the table, and used the usual excuse of we are going out of the club for a while to look for a friend, and would be back later.

Needless to say, we never went back.

SPAIN
Put 2 contrasts together, and well…

Roberto is Spanish. ‘Nuff said.

He was at the club, too.

The moment he saw me, he inched his cheeks forward, and pecks were swiftly exchanged as greetings.

Airkissed him goodbye when I left too, and his spikey cheeks made me wonder how he would look with a beard.

Interesting.

On the other end of the spectrum, some Spanish came up to me, trying to strike a conversation which I was totally not interested in when I was standing by the bar, waiting for a glass of iced water.

It ended with some invitation to lunch this coming weekend, since he was having a long weekend, and 3 days of break.

We shall see, I patronised.

He asked for my number before he left.

I gave a bogus number.

Not very nice, I know.

***

Some others from countries we didn’t find out.

Guys are so boring.

Bleah.

Yucks.

I don’t even find myself rouse by them, so it’s redundant to add an ‘A’ in front of that.

I should be a lesbian.

I find myself such a genius when chatting up girls. Gorgeous ones.

Anyway, we ended the night with supper at River Valley with Hermes and Shah, and they later sent Raf home, and dropped me off at Bukit Timah.

By that time, it was already 6 plus, and no midnight surcharge! Whee!

Oh well. This post is incredibly boring.

Ah, did I forget to mention New Zealanders and Australians?

Hm, dinner with a New Zealander this Saturday.

So. Muahahaha. Stay tuned.

As for Fred’s speculation of when will I meet the Mensa guy out there?

Truth to be told, I think I met a few already. (I believe Alan, Vyers, Johnny, Mr New Zealander, Ben, Mr Acqua Di Gio 2 safely qualify)

But Mensa guys don’t fall for bimbos like me, ya know. *bats eyelashes*

I NEED TO… ‘TEYH‘(å—²)

There’s a major flaw in the English language.

I have no idea how to define ‘teyh’. Claris had suggested that ‘teyh‘ = whines in an act cute a cute way.

Well, you know, with a pitch an octave higher than the normal speaking voice, frowning brows framing the bambi-eyes, throw in kiddish slight pout, not unlike how a kitten purrs for attention.

Yah, purr, not meow. Apparently, ‘meow’ is only applicable when ‘shiok‘.

Since the whiney one — Janice, had her BIG WHINE, it’s time for the sophisticated and elegant and poise ‘Teyh‘ one for her humongous purr.

I would very much like to justify how I am usually not ‘teyh’, but there are very much evil ones out there who would set me up and insist otherwise.

I am cool, calm, composed, and definitely not ‘teyh’.

But, I am down with flu, and feel the need to ‘teyh’ for some TLC.

Oh, gross post ahead. Be warned.

*PURR* – HEAVY HEAD
I couldn’t blog yesterday cos of the mega-headache that tormented me for 2 straight days.

I once remember there was once when I rested my head on a pal’s shoulder, he was mega-insensitive enough to tell me ‘Eh, your head very heavy.’

Such audacity!

I am sure if I had rested my head on his shoulder yesterday, I would have broke his shoulders.

I have decided heavy-headedness is much worse than light-headedness.

It felt as if someone was strumming some nerves on the right side of my head, tugging it, and nausea set in.

Ouchy. Very ouch. *pouts like a kid*

Sigh.

I couldn’t think straight.

I couldn’t walk straight.

PPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

When my head was feeling a tad too light over the weekend, I thought I had lost too much brain cells.

Apparently, they manifested themselves, which explains why my head is so heavy, and thus, no worries, I still have a lot to spare.

*PURR PURR* – *YAWN*
Who says the more you rest, the better you feel?

Bullshit.

I took pill after pill yesterday, and by the time I finally regain consciousness, it was *gasp* 7.15 in the evening!

The headache was still there, the body is still aching all over, the nose was still sprinting, and the lungs were still exhausted.

In fact, worse.

I would rather sleep 4 hours, be out and about, dance the night away, and get home in the morning.

I have more energy that way.

*PURR x 3* – MUSCLE ACHE
Ouch.

I woke up to find the calves tensed.

I cringed when I walked around the house cos I could feel the pull in my calves with every step I take.

Too much dancing and walking on heels.

The ache in my back is a combination of flu, PMS and intense exercising.

Or, signs of old age.

Thank God for the giant vibrator. OSIM ipamper, that is.

Gave myself a full body massage with it. Tsk tsk. I need a boyfriend, so I don’t have to contort my limbs just to reach my back with it.

Mmmmm…. Mmm…. *meows *purrrrrrrs*

*PURR x 4* – THE NOSE
Despite on Fedac, the nose stubbornly refuses to tame.

In fact, it got worse.

Dad was driving me to endorse my passport, and the nose started to drip.

Scrambled around to search for tissue, when I realised….. THERE’S NO BLARDY TISSUE IN MY DAD’S CAR!

How can don’t have tissue in the car one?!(Woops, bad sentence structure)

I ended up sniffing endlessly for 45 minutes, and -promise me you will still love me for who I am- I shrilled when I stared into the mirror and saw a trail of mucus down my nose.

Muahahaha.

Tell me you still think I am glam.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, I was wearing a sleeveless singlet.

I exhausted 10 pieces of tissues when I finally got home.

That’s quite a lot to blow, ya know.

*Blow* *fold* *blow* *fold *blow* *fold* *blow* *fold* *wipe*

Repeat x 10.

*PURR x 5* – THE THROAT
The coughs wouldn’t cease, either.

Worse?

The phlegm thickens and I had to keep clearing my throat by rushing to the sink every few seconds to… well, you know…

*KAAAA PUIIIIIIII*

I couldn’t complete a sentence without going out of tune.

Since I couldn’t breathe with my nose, I could only rely on my mouth. But since the phlegm built up suddenly yesterday, I would end up choking myself when I tried to breathe through the mouth.

Has anyone ever choked on their own phlegm and died?

I certainly hope I won’t be the first.

*PURR x 6* – TIME OF THE MONTH
Being sick is bad enough.

I was losing so much fluid and was badly dehydrated.

THEN!

The blardy period had to start its flow right when I am feeling the worst.

Losing water and losing blood.

Man, I am dying. Fast.

*PURR x 7* – NO SEA, NO SUN, NO ACTION
I can’t believe how jinxed I am.

My supposed first wakeboarding trip was ruined by bad weather some months ago.

Janice and I were supposed to go for our first wakeboarding trip yesterday morning, but my monthly cycle greeted me at midnight, right on the day when we had made a date with Terry!

Grrrrrrr……….

Arghhhhhh………….

And it’s EARLY!

It has never came early, EVER!

And it had to ruin my wakeboard trip again… *pouts* *whines* *stomps feet*

Why like that?

Yes, I know there’s something called tampon, but I have totally no knowledge on the usage of it.

*Shudders at the thought*

*PURR x 8* – BLEEDING POUT
Great.

I have to bleed everywhere, huh.

Despite downing water consistently throughout the day, I am still badly dehydrated.

Results?

Badly chapped, and cracking lips.

A slight smile pulled the tightened skin, and fresh red blood sept through the slight slit.

OUCH.

Very ouch.

Now, its red, sore, and dry.

Anyone has any brilliant chapstick to recommend?

Chapped and rough lips are the least sexy to kiss, ya know?

I do not want to be that undesirable. *pouts sadly*

*PURR x 9* – THE RUNS
Nose dripping, bad enough.

Throw in the endless spits of phlegm. Argh.

Losing blood due to monthly cycle. Great.

And?!?!?!

I had to have tummy upset!

The rumbling in the tummy became immensely uncomfortable and I had to run to the loo. And I had the runs a few times since yesterday, and still am having the runs today.

WOE IS ME!

After being tormented by all the ailments for the past few days, I find my weight plunging, probably due to the loss of fluids.

Is it good news?

NOT!

I swear my boobs had shrunk by 40%. FORTY BLARDY FREAKING PERCENT!

Well done. The boobs but anywhere else.

Was losing water from the dripping nose.

Losing blood from the monthly cycle.

Great, I didn’t know I am losing milk too.

*PURR x 10* – IDIOTIC MSN CHATS
Argh.

*whines*

Why huh? Why are there such silly conversations on MSN huh?

If you don’t have anything nice, interesting, or sexually intellectually stimulating to say, DON’T start a conversation!

Okay, okay, this is only applicable to strangers, not friends, alright.

Some weeks ago, someone added me on MSN, saying that he reads my blog.

Since I was having a big anti-social mood, I blocked quite some people on my MSN list, cos I would end up being a real boring person to talk to if they decided to message me.

I unblocked this guy couple of days ago, and I couldn’t quite remember who he is.

He messaged me yesterday night.

Him: Hi, how are you doing.
Me: Not too bad
Him: What are you doing right now?
Me: *not really sure how to answer* Nothing much.
Him: What do you do when you are free?
Me: *rolled eyes and patronised* Sleep, house chores, blog, chill with friends, read.
Him: any pictures?

Okay, so, if he really does read my blog, isn’t it silly that he is asking for my pictures?

Don’t think that just because you manage to add me on ICQ or MSN means that I would take you as a personal friend and you have every right to thread over my comfort zone and ask me for my pictures.

And if I don’t oblige, don’t pester or pressure me into giving.

And when I don’t, don’t start throwing spiteful words like ‘you think you very pretty? You think you celebrity?‘

If I think I am, I would be whoring my pictures ALL OVER.

Which celebrity do you see covering up their faces one?!

Duh.

I said it before, it’s INSECURITIES. It’s not playing some sort of mysterious game, nor a gimmick.

I had someone posted my picture on some sleazy forums(which I personally despise) some years back, and I totally detest the mean things people said then.

I don’t like comparisons.

I don’t like scrutiny.

I don’t like people saying ‘chey‘ when they finally see me.

I don’t like people using my looks as a cue to mock at me.

DON’T try to talk me out of it or say whatever things like ‘You have nothing to feel insecure about what…‘

It’s in my head. If you can go inside and reprogram my thoughts and mentality, good.

But if you can’t, don’t try to think your words could do wonders, especially when you don’t know me well.

Oh, back to the conversation. Woops. Too much digression there.

Me: No.(hurhurhur, I am such a liar)
Him: You attached?

I didn’t bother to answer the last question.

I am always quite put off when people ask questions in such a manner. Sometimes, it’s not the questions that are annoying, but the way questions are put across.

Eek.

I think it’s PMS talking.

And and and! There are some people who like to throw in jibes to tease.

Well, there’s a difference between witty jibes and insensitive jibes.

When you are TRYING TOO HARD to be witty with your teases, your jibes become annoying and insensitive.

It just shows you don’t have the X-factor, at all.

Don’t ask me why. But we girls sometimes find it nice when some guys tease us, but not when some try to do so in bad taste.

How do we define the difference?

No idea. Just a feeling.

It’s not your fault. Cos some people have it, and some people simply, don’t.

It’s just like how some bullies in school who pull your pigtails for fun, and you could laugh it off or find it sweet, but some others who tried to pull the same stunt, would become annoyingly distasteful.

Bleah.

I have no idea what I am talking about either.

Do you?

If you get it, you would know what I mean. If you don’t, don’t try too hard either.

*PURR x 11* – NO ONE COMMENTS ON MY BLOG!
‘Nuff said.

*PURR x 12* – HOUSE CHORES NOT DONE!
Too groggy to sweep the floor, mop the floor.

Finally did my light laundry, though.

So, that left the dark laundry.

But, the weather is sucky that it’s not conducive for any laundry days.

The countless stuffs strewn all over the floor paint a depressing sight.

I need a husband.

***

Then again, I should count my blessings, too.

It was a great Tuesday. I met up with my dearest buddy, Jiali, for lunch today, and we had a nice, long chat.

I had my dose of peanut waffle too. *yay*

I lost weight.

I had 2 bars of chocolate everyday! *Yippee*

My headache is finally gone today!

Oh, and I finally blogged.

Whee!

*Skips around like a little girl*

Last but not least, good luck babe C, for her examinations tomorrow. Good luck babe G, for her interview.

HIGH ON TRIPROLIDINE HYDROCHLORIDE

The phone beeped at 2.52am, Friday night Saturday morning.

Hongsheng was on the other line, and was with Edward somewhere in Bedok, asking if I was free to meet up.

These 2 had been my pals since the cretaceous period, and I don’t remember the 3 of us meeting up together since 1997.

The combination was indeed rare.

I jumped on the chance, and 20 minutes later, we were having tea at a coffeeshop nearby my place, reminscing the good ol’ days.

It was as if I was teleported back to 8 years ago, when were slogging ‘O’ levels students.

Now? A scholar, an eatery’s boss and a, erm, bummer.

How very sweet. With all the familiar but distant names brought up, it suddenly dawned upon me how much I have aged.

Edward is finally back for good in Singapore from US, and Hongsheng has finally graduated from University.

No one seemed to change much.

I look forward to such fabulous meet up with the old friends again.

***

The nasal congestion didn’t clear at all, and I had troubles falling asleep.

When I finally did, I felt the itch in the throat which choked me, and wouldn’t stop coughing.

Feverish.

No good. Especially when I forsaw another extended day ahead.

It wasn’t even a fulfilling 4-hours sleep I had. *grumble grumble*

I swear I had an out-of-body experience that very day.

Not once, but a handful of times.

I moved in and out of the room, trying to get on with my normal chores, only to find that I was floating on air.

I hardly think I walked. I glided my way around, it seems, seeing how every objects sailed past me as I swept my gaze around the house.

I don’t think I felt my legs at all throughout the ordeal.

I was starting to feel fearful that not enough oxygen had gone to my brain, causing a severe loss of the brilliant braincells I have so much within, hence reduced the heaviness.

Perhaps I lost so much weight that I am not used to my newfound light-weightedness, I consoled myself.

How to survive the day like that? I thought to myself.

The green and gooey mucus wouldn’t stop running and it was such a hideous sight that no man would ever want to marry me if they ever see me in such a state.

The only way to last through my day was to head down to the doc’s to get some fresh prescription then.

***

I dressed up, piled on the girly coloured stuffs, and sashayed out of the flat.

I was adamant to stick to public transport, until my not-so-short walk to the clinic proved me that it wasn’t too ideal an idea at all.

I was *cough* too glam for the streets. Must be.

The clinic was busy and I didn’t want to wait, so I got whatever I could over the counter. As much as I wanted the non-drowsy flu medicine, it wasn’t included in my past prescription and I had to settle for Fedac instead.

Got myself a bottle of cough syrup, so that it would be a cheaper alternative for me compared to alcohol.

So I snuck it into the club, down the entire bottle, and lasted through the night.

Yeah, right.

Hopped on a cab to Four Season’s Hotel, where PTO’s annual dinner and dance was held.

Cynthia had called me earlier that day to ask me if I wanna join them, and the prospects of glamming up for the occasion and free food are always quite enticing, don’t you think?

The cab ride was a mistake.

I reached the hotel feeling immensely sick and pukish.

My head was spinning and I was feeling disoriented.

It was like I was there, but part of me wasn’t there.

The whole scenerio is like a blur to me now, and I could only piece vague details together.

Everyone dressed up and was stunningly impressive for the evening, and I finally met up with some people whom I had communicated with, but not met face to face.

Like, Chuan Teck and Wilson, whom I spoke to over the phone when I set them up with for a meeting with Cynthia.

And most surprisingly, Joanne’s partner for the night was Wangwang(ahem, I will try to find out his real name), the guy who’s known for his wheelie skills.

He had been in my MSN list for quite a while, but we had never met up before. So, imagine my utter horror when I saw Joanne and she suddenly turned to this guy standing in a distance away, ‘Hey! You haven’t met Huiting before right? She’s here!‘

Well done.

I hid my face instinctively in my usual fashion.

But it was nice meeting the man, though he seemed to be a little on the quiet side.

Joanne and I before heading into the ballroom.

Wang and me, on our first face-to-face meeting.

Horrid. I should never stand in front of a guy cos I look so gigantic in size that I could potential squash them.

And he had to wear black and merge in with the background!!! *wails*

Pictures are deceiving.

I would like to justify that Miss Ting, had successfully lost weight, and is now trimmer.

Flu bugs eat fats and lards, I am sure.

Don’t believe?

Here’s what the occasionally-nice Mingwei said when he first saw me at the ballroom.

‘Eh! You lost weight!’

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Should I repeat what he said again?

That’s right.

‘YOU(meaning me, Ting, yours truly) LOST WEIGHT!’

Hmm, maybe I should say it again.

Alright, not necessary or else I would incur the wrath of all ladies out there.

He said I lost weight, you know.

It was a rather glamourous night, and what I wore(which I already had wanted to wear out on a Saturday prior to the dinner arrangement) pale in comparison to what others donned for the night.

The theme was ‘PTO idol’ and people were supposed to dress up as celebrity.

I didn’t bother to, cos just my presence alone, would be apt for the theme.

Don’t argue. I am right.

The usually good-looking people were better looking in their gowns and blazers, and the usually scruffy ones turned out to be quite eye-catching as well.

Cynthia and I, with the golden star balloon which was used to decorate the settings for the event.

The night was pretty interesting, with 9 groups of people flaunting their vocals on stage, and there was even *cough* ‘Jay Chou’ and ‘Lee Hom’ gracing the stage.

Not bad.

Some were quite hilarious, and it was great entertainment.

Alas, my out-of-body experience came again, cos I popped my Fedac pill, and the Triprolidine HCL within was taking effect, slowing my body’s responses.

I feel rather detached.

Before I knew it, the night swiftly approached its end and I left to meet up with Janice, who already was waiting for me at the hotel’s lounge.

The dinner had yet to end, but I didn’t want to wait till when the whole surge of crowd leave altogether.

The act-cute duo, Mingwei and I, before I left.

Was a pity that I didn’t catch the other pals for more phototaking cos was pretty much in a rush.

Ah, notice the glam white shades and earrings?

Janice had shopped for them on my behalf so that the 2 of us could go retro for the night. -glam-

Thanks, babe.

I then swept one of the roses off the table, for the pinklady who had been waiting for me.

*Trying very hard to recall how the night sailed by in a blur*

Did I leave anything out?

Well, as long as I didn’t leave what Mingwei said about me losing weight out, will do.

Yup, will do. *beams*

***

The flashes warned.

Uh-oh, it was storming out there.

The rain veiled the night, blurring every sight on the streets.

We had no choice but to grab a cab at the hotel instead.

The duo, in outrageous colours.

Lime green, and shocking pink.

Did anyone realise how I didn’t have to strategically-placed my arms, and they already look a tad slimmer than recent pictures?

Yay.

We made our way down to.. well, so many smartasses already guessed correctly, Attica.

Cab driver dropped us off at Novotel, which wasn’t linked to that stretch at all, and we were hence, trapped in the heavy downpour.

It was windy, and chilly.

In such a setting, we were rather helpless, and trapped.

I frowned. I pouted. I showed a face of helplessness, which was masked by the twirl. Muahaha.

Yeah, I kidnapped the balloon from the ballroom and made it mine.

I thought it goes well with my gold eyeshadow, you see.

What could be the most romantic to happen when the rain poured mercilessly on such an evening….?

Trapped in the rain with Roberto.

Hehehehehehehe.

He was coming out of 7-11 with a sandwich(his dinner) in his usual shirt and tie when he spotted us standing there, and came over to greet us with his pricky airkisses.

Awwww…

But the moment was pretty shortlived cos he decided to brave the rain and ran across.

Janice said we shouldn’t cos it would ruin our makeup.

But the rain soon dwindled to a moderate drizzle and we decided to make a run across.

I joked, ‘ Careful huh, don’t fall down okay.’

Yah, it was said in a joking manner cos we were quite known for our clumsiness, you see.

We dashed across.

Never did I expect that, the next thing I saw, was a toppled Janice, on her knees, palms on floor in the rain.

Ouch.

I helped her up into the shelter, from the countless stares of people, and the rain that wasn’t ceasing.

She was on the brink of tears, expressing how painful it was.

Ouch.

‘Can I cry?’

‘No, you should bear the pain and brave it like an adult.’

‘No, the pain will be over soon.’

‘No, many people are watching.’

All of the above don’t seem to be quite workable, right?

So, ‘No, it will ruin your mascara and makeup.’

And *tadang* that worked!

The brave little lass didn’t shed a tear.

Brought her to the club where she could sit down and have lotsa affections.

She washed her wounds and I was feeling my soul drifting away again….

Was starting to cold sweat and I could feel the uncomfortable level rising.

Feverish again.

It was a bad day.

Both Janice and I agreed we should go on with the night positively and not let it affect us.

And party on, we did.

But countless big-sized men stomped their feet onto mine, and 2 men dropped their drinks onto the floor, and the glasses hit me before they landed.

Poor feet.

Anyone wanna sponsor the OSIM feet massager just to pamper me?

I promise I will be nice to you, and do a 5,000 word writeup on how magnificently wonderful you are.

We ventured straight onto the podium(where there’s more space), and boogied to the retro music.

It was as if I wasn’t there.

I couldn’t remember how I went on and on, blanking out every thought, and went on despite feeling I couldn’t.

It was as if the drowsy effect was having a hold over me, and I couldn’t even register the music.

I was sweating more than I usually do, and I could feel my skin was cold.

We took a short break at 2, downing iced water to cool off.

It was pretty amazing because Miss Ting, ahem, DID NOT CONSUME ANY ALCOHOL AT ALL!

That’s because she finished the entire bottle of cough syrup.

Kidding! Of course not.

But I was already dehydrated enough, and after taken some medication, I think it wasn’t quite wise to drink.

After the short rest, we were suddenly very, very, very, awake.

Some caucasian man fancied Janice and we got Sean, one of the server to walk us so we wouldn’t be harassed.

The young boy had the audacity to respond ‘Wouldn’t it defeat the purpose of coming here to be picked up?

*Cough*

Having fun not necessary need to be picked up, right?

So awake that we went around taking pictures, and back to our chirpy selves.

Cobra lent me his glasses and we tried our best to put on our *cough* cool selves.

Jan, Cobra and I.

For those who went on and on and on about when you would finally get to see my picture: Janice had forgotten to twirl this very picture before she posted it earlier today, and I looked absolutely horrid in the unprocessed one.

I had a heart failure and died on the spot when I loaded her page.

Let’s pray she has no readership on a Sunday like this. *wails and sobs*

Jamail, who laughed at our silly antics, and Cobra who always knows the sweetest thing to say.

Like, how he jokingly said he would massage my feet for me when I pouted and mentioned how this guy stomped on my feet and it was all red and raw.

We finally ended our last picture with a bimbotic look, which turned out, rather, spastic.

As we were keeping our stuffs, David walked past, and we greeted each other with the usual kisses.

Wah!! I got a chin, alright!

My face is sharper! Yay!

We went on with the evening and spent the rest of the entire night on the podium, hardly taking a break.

In fact, I don’t remember we did.

Not even a drink, for me.

I was actually much more energetic, awake than before.

I didn’t cough, neither did my nose run.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself.

All the way till, almost 6.

Not what you would expect from an injured lady, and a sickly one.

I was still hoping the night would go on cos I was feeling too awake.

4 hours of sleep plus horrid flu.

We had countless people coming up to me, in a casual, non-picking up manner, asking if we are *gasp* professional dancers, cos we had that much energy in us.

The pink and green one, they nicknamed.

At least not the gorgeous(pink) and the ugly one.

Some said it was a pretty sight, and I suspected they were drunk.

Clifford thought we were good, but he couldn’t help but ask, ‘You know, you both have been here for couple of months and it’s always just two of you. No guys, no nothing. Are you two…. together or anything?’

Er, no, I think I still prefer a human with brains dangling in between the legs.

But of course, the brainier he is, the better.

I like intelligent men.

But I think he’s worried, cos it seems like Clifford has the hots for Janice.

Hurhurhur.

Bumped into Lawrence whom I haven’t met in the longest time. It was nice.

Bade the guys goodbye and Jamail said Douglas was looking for me, and thus, we went on to Attica to look for the pole bar manager.

It was all bright and empty.

He offered us his food cos he claimed he was on a diet.

We insisted not cos it would be as if we were depriving the food of a malnourished child, and we would get bad karma if we were to steal his food. Anyone’s but his.

The evil one even dared to ‘show off’ every part of his limbs to ‘justify’ how much weight he had gained.

He is much taller but of the same weight as I am. *roll eyes*

I was supposed to stand behind him and pretended to dance, so I could tag this picture as ‘Pole-dancing’.

Muahahahaha.

Okay, a lame question here.

If I put the star on my head, what would you get?

Anybody?

Hehehe.

Answer: Christmas tree.

Woops. Not funny, I know.

The day broke slightly later that day, cos the gloomy weather dimmed the day.

We had some food at the 7-11 before finally making our way home.

But it was almost impossible to get a cab, and I let Janice up the cab first.

I think she was almost home when I finally got a cab to myself.

There I was, with my star, standing by the roadside, with a stranger.

Apparently he was looking for his drunk friend, whom he was supposed to pick up.

Nice chap.

He was from the same church Philip was from in his teens.

It was hard to get a cab, and as much as I did feel like sharing my cab with him, I was pretty guarded and didn’t want to disclose where I was heading.

Ironically, the moment I finished my shower, my nose wouldn’t stop dripping and I started having problems breathing again.

The cough came swift and I tensed my entire body’s muscles just to cough my lungs out.

Man, how am I gonna survive tomorrow, I wonder.

Not to mention the stiff back, and the aching calf muscles.

Tough, tough.

I better slim down more with the ‘healthy lifestyle’ I am leading these days.

Now, it’s another dose of Triprolidine HCL, and I shall blast the sound system with house music rest for the early day tomorrow.