MAD RUSH OF ADRENALIN

I was just kicking off the very first sentence of this blog when the power went off, and a blackout prevailed.

Well done.

At least I am counting my blessings that it didn’t happen when I already spit out a huge chunk of words.

I woke up today with great reluctance to open my eyes.

Finally, some quality rest.

Was the past 3 days nothing but a bizarre dream?

Hell yeah.

Just had a dose of natural high from MotoGP, when once again, Rossi reigned in the rain, and a very unfortunate Gibernau faced mechanical problems, and slowly saw his podium finish slipped into the hands of his teammate, Marco Melandri.

Impressive ride by 2nd-placed Olivier Jacques, indeed.

I am actually feeling lazy.

Been out since Thursday, and I didn’t even quite have the time, nor energy to update all the precise details.

And, I can’t really freely express for some of the events that took place.

Though it’s only 3 days since I updated, it seems like there are endless things that made me go through all sorts of emotions you could think of. The extremes.

Thursday, Friday, Saturday.

Man.

Incredible.

I can’t decide if I want to blog about some stuffs. Stuffs I cannot blog, stuffs I am not supposed to blog, stuffs I don’t want to blog.

Received a call on late Wednesday evening, and I was informed of a shoot on the very next day. It got me really excited, obviously.

Yet, I had to make an impromptu trip to Malaysia, which was made possible cos the very kind David(hurhurhur, I shall no longer state which David I am talking about) gave me a lift on his bike.

Absent-mindedly(what’s new?) left my handphone in David’s bag, and I was rather handicapped for the entire Thursday, with all connnections cut off from the rest of the world.

Surprisingly, I find myself coping with that rather well.

Except, I had to give the alarm clock a try since I didn’t have my handphone to wake me up.

I swear, I will never use it again.

The ticking kept me up, all night.

***

It stormed. Such a rare occasion these days.

The thunders unsettled me, as usual, as I stood by the roadside, waving for the next available cab.

The meter blinked $18.10 when I finally alighted at Downtown East, Pasir Ris. The hands stretched 7.15am.

I am officially a church mouse.

We waited for our turns to get our make-up done, and I took the opportunity to get myself acquainted with the other babes taking part in the shoot.

My great reluctance to give the details of the shoot is simply because it would be a dead giveaway if you guys ever come across it in the public in the future.

Then again, heck it.

I shall now let the pictures do the talking, or else I would never get round to finish this entry before leaving Singapore tonight.

Shoot location: Downtown East

Serene was the co-ordinator for the shoot. I didn’t have the required tops, and had requested her to bring some of hers for me.

So yup, the fox tee I had on me, is actually hers.

Gwen and Serene were the very first people I engaged in a conversation with, and were an awesome lot to hang out with.

Yes, you don’t have to tell me how *cough* lardy I look right next to them.

My self-esteem was at all-time low on that very day, with 7 other gorgeous babes, and 2 not-too-bad hunks around.

Gwen, me and pretty Doralyn.

The girls branded me ‘the tourist’ with my every insistence to get them in my cammy.

Isabelle, the one with the nice hair, with me.

More of the babes.

And uh-oh, I forgot the name of the doe-eyed girl, who had lunch with me, and took the west-bound train with me.

Tsk tsk.

And here’s the quiet Rachel, who’s a mere seventeen year-old.

Awesome babes with sweet characters to boot.

Wipe that drool off your keyboard, it’s pretty unsightly.

It wasn’t an easy shoot.

The rain was causing much delay, and the humidity was an all time high.

Tired, hungry(we were advised not to eat), sweaty, sleepy…

We lost the chirpiness when the set up took up a bit of time.

Finally, the time came, for us to conquer the *yawn* Inverter.

It was a boring ride.

And it grew intensively nauseating when you have to be up there for a few times.

I think me and 2 other girls went on that monster for most number of times.

Isabelle couldn’t take it and puked after 4 rounds.

All because?

As the name of the ride implies, it’s an inverter.

And the whole point of the shoot is to get all of us being suspended upside down, so our hair would be dangling down, as the arrow pointed out.

Wheee! I feel as if I am doing some stunts on charity show or something!

By the last ride, the giddiness was making me queasy.

Thank God! It was finally a wrap!

The girls exchanged numbers, when I could only use the most conventional method of taking down their numbers and emails.

Memory. Power of the brain. Ting has a lot.

Muahahaha.

***
Lunch was a brief affair at Pasir Ris, before I headed down to Orchard to get some stuffs.

Kinokuniya, M.A.C.

Called up Janice via the coin-phone(Man! Somebody should save the coin-phones, it was an almost impossible task for me to find them), and since she was also in Orchard, I met up with her.

The process of meeting up with her was an exasperating and tiring one cos I was without a phone, and she had not heard her phone ringing, either.

Finally, we met up at Burger King, where she was with the very dainty Liling, who was great fun to have around.

She left shortly and Janice and I headed to Delifrance in Takashimaya cos Burger King’s wireless wasn’t working.

We were so cheapskate that we didn’t even order a single item, just so we could:

Just to check out our blogs and tags.

We are such lifeless creatures.

We ended up lurking around Takashimaya’s basement foodcourt in search of food.

And doing silly things like maximising the full potential of the OSIM campaign.

Hurhurhur. They should pay me for endorsing their slogans.

*Cough*

Yeah, I changed thrice in a single day, if you noticed. Muahaha.

We left for KTV session near Maxwell market, and met up with the rest of the guys.

Patrick, Andy, Irene, David, Shivonne, Teck and Grace.

It’s a babydoll top, that’s why I look preggie. I definitely am not.

Patrick and I.

Patrick is an avid David Tao’s fan, and Teck, who reads my blog, told him about how I met David Tao at the bistro.

Somehow, David Tao’s name was mentioned endlessly throughout the evening, cos Patrick lamented how he had to miss the showcase on Friday night.

And Patrick generously flaunt his vocals with lots of David Tao’s song.

I monopolised the microphone quite a bit too, and had aplenty of good time with this group of pals whom I have not met in a long, long while.

We screamed, we yelled, and practically murdered many classics.

Are we hot or what?

Of course, no one could steal the thunder from Patrick’s sexy pout.

The cool ones.

Grew bored.

Really bored.

So bored.

That they decided to whore shamelessly for the camera.

Everyone says Ting was mean to post the previous chain of pictures of ‘Robertos’.

I am sorry to cheat your feelings with Philipo and Kelvino’s pictures.

To show how sincere I am to extend my apologies,

See, I am truly guilty and feel bad about it.

I do.

I finally got back my phone from David, who brought it with him to the gathering.

Teck and Grace then gave us a lift to Clarke Quay, where Janice and I looked up David, to get back the paper bag she had left behind in Attica the previous week.

We stayed around for an hour or so, chatted briefly with the lads, before finally heading home.

Was barely surviving the night with the mere 3 hours of intermittent sleep that day, but I certainly was jolted awake by a mysterious friendster message.

How timely.

How odd.

Hardly possible, I thought.

A prank, it must be.

Yet, I replied.

***

Rested pretty well for the night, and woke up to find the reply in my message box.

Met up with Gracie babe for dinner and to do some catching up.

Had wanted a change of plans to have dinner with another pal, but didn’t want to cancel the plans and stood her up.

So, pal said we would meet up for drinks later instead.

Brought her to try out the Maggie Goreng at Far East Square, where Janice and I used to work.

Headed for a drink at Oosters, and despite our insistence that we only wanted juices, Indra persuaded us to try the fruit beers in the menu, and we gave in.

Indra, commented I put on quite a bit of weight.

Miguel made a joke about my tummy.

I have nice friends. Ahem. I really do.

Peepz, meet Gracie the gorgeous.

And the peach and cranberry beer.

I was feeling sleepy just after a few sips, and I didn’t even finish half a glass of that beer with merely 4% alcohol before I staggered sashayed out.

How I miss catching up with the girl.

Alas, our serious talks had to be postponed cos we were too delirious relaxed after just that beer.

We took a walk down to the buzzing Clarke Quay, which was filled with lotsa people.

Walked past this water fountain, and I felt an insatiable urge to dive into it for a swim.

Or rather, walked into it, and just play around with the water.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one.

And obviously, the 2 demure ones wouldn’t be so daring.

Hence, we would make do with this:

I washed my feet in it.

*giggles*

Was it my imagination that the water turned to a dark hue of yellow after my feet was lifted out?

Hmm.. conceivably.

We splitted ways cos I had to make my way to the causeway, and I walked towards Raffles Place MRT.

Was actually waiting pal’s call, which didn’t come in, thus, hanged around Boat Quay area, outside Jazz @ Southbridge, just absorbing all the feelings the long night had embraced me with.

Little did I know, the call did come in, but, the doofus gave the wrong number.

In fact, I really did think that was my number.

Bleah.

Doofus Queen’s title isn’t in vain, you know.

And sometimes, the world is incredibly small, isn’t it?

Pal was INSIDE Jazz @ Southbridge.

Speak about coincidences. Quaint oh quaint.

***

Made my way to Woodlands, and this time, I was stranded.

Don’t want to dwell into the issue, but I am terribly grateful to Jeremy, Mingwei, Janice and Patrick, who provided lotsa help to get me out of my situation, and that I could come back home safely.

It was a long wait before everything could go through, and Mingwei was really, really, really, really, really fabulous to clear the customs to find me.

After I left the cybercafe, I walked on the deserted streets at 5.30am, and had unwittingly ventured into a brightly litted stretch, where the sleazy motels and some sleazy businesses were taking place.

I was darn freaked out.

I hurried my pace and held back the tears as I scurried out of the zone in my heels.

I had not expected this, at all. Hence, I was dressed in skirt and heels *points to the picture of me with my feet in the water*.

If only I was in jeans and track shoes, I wouldn’t be that afraid.

Finally reached back safely, and was absolutely relieved to see a familiar face in the form of Mingwei, who brought me some water and some food.

At least the officer was rather kind, unlike the rude one the night before.

Took a cab back to my place at 6am, where Mingwei took a short nap since he had to leave for work in a couple of hours’ time(terribly sorry man, mate), while I stayed up to surf the net, hoping to last till 8am so I could wake him up or something.

Alas, the sleepyhead fell asleep right in front of the monitor.

Well done.

Nonetheless, I did contribute to him waking up on time.

Or rather, my snores did.

Muahahahaha.

***

Barely slept enough and got a call from Faith to help her to do checking-in to Mandarin Hotel.

Eventually, met up with her and headed down to Holland Village to collect her cake and jumped back onto a cab to Orchard.

It was a bright, sunny day. Nice and cheerful. Perked me up a little.

But the lack of sleep plus the immense heat prompted the heat rash to mark their territories across my body and face.

I looked tired. Very much so.

I was tired.

My brain was functioning at a much slower speed than usual, and I slurred when I was talking to Faith.

But, I quickly warmed up to the bright day, and spirits were very much lifted.

Checked in to Mandarin, and we tightened up some loose ends, and tried means and ways too look slim for the camera, which is like a tough chore for me these days.

Made our way to Takashimaya to grab a bite.

And the clumsy one had to drop food onto her dress.

I airkissed the babe goodbye as I walked her back to her hotel, before making my way down to Plaza Singapura.

Badly stained, I bought myself a new dress to change into.

Something slinky, something flowy, something loose, to hide the hideous bulges around the waist.

Well, I will not be short of maternity wear in the future, I supposed.

Met up with Janice at Novena Square, where we went to look up Mingwei and Jeremy, to personally thank them for their help.

We stood around and chatted to them for quite a while, paid my premium, and stuff, before rushing off to our next destination.

Braddell.

The lovely Aaron had his 4th birthday.

Aaron’s condition is improving greatly, and he even said ‘Hi’ to us!

He even learnt to blow out his own candles!

I was ecstatic to see Michelle and him again. There’s always this warmth, and I feel greatly touch whenever I see the boy growing, learning, and improving.

He’s a magnificent boy, whom I truly adore.

I pray for another big breakthrough for him.

Was great seeing some of the people from cell group.

Left for our next stop, Far East Square, where we dropped by to say hi to some of the guys there.

Janice haven’t been there for quite a while, and we thought of looking up Miguel.

Apparently, since our departure, the row of eateries down the stretch had been quite keen to track us down.

***

Walked down to Clarke Quay, and we had an extensive chat as we breezed past the weekend crowd.

We are always intrigued by people.

I am.

I feel this great impulse to find out, to know, to pry on everyone, and anyone.

Who are these people. Who is he? Who is she? Who are you?

It’s interesting to try to see how people of different backgrounds think, act, behave, do.

It’s pretty much an adventurous stint to explore such zones.

The more mysterious, the more you have an insatiable appetite for truth.

Sometimes, the zeal and enthusiasm may not be a good thing, cos it may come across as overwhelming, hence bringing the wrong message across to people.

How many of these people are just passers-by?

We want to know more about people, but, do people really want to take the efforts to know who we truly are?

Oh well.

***

Went into Attica where we hanged out for a while.

Janice wanted to catch the last train, and we both thought of leaving pretty soon.

But David was pretty nice and trying to get us to stay for a while.

David bought us drinks, and we requested for *cough* orange juice yet again.

We sat by the couch and catch up a little over drinks.

Was preparing to leave when the phone beeped.

Then, David(of course not the one beside me) called.

I went out of the club to pick up the call.

And guess what? Roberto was there!

I finished with the call, and proceeded in, and Roberto stretched his hand out as if to shake my head and asked how am I doing.

I stretched out my hand and he held it, and leaned forward while pulling me forward slightly too, and airkissed my cheeks. Right and left.

*HYPERVENTILATING*

Roberto, you know!

He asked why was my hand so cold, and I replied the air-condition inside was freezing me a little.

Janice and I left after the drinks to catch the last train.

It was then, Roberto airkissed me goodbye again.

This time, holding my hand, and said ‘Your hand is still so cold,’ he squeezed it a little, ‘hope that warm it up a little.‘

‘Thanks for that, bye!’ I smiled coolly, walked away looking totally composed and poised.

I was squealing endlessly within. Muahahaha.

And our walk to the train station just had to be stalled by my senseless vanity.

***

Met up with new pal, David, and his 7 friends at Holland Village for supper.

Having supper with 7 strangers was an inconceivable idea for me, since I am not that fantastic with strangers.

In fact, I am really bashful and bad when it comes to crowd.

Thankfully, all of them are incredibly pleasant people, who made me feel real at ease.

They were great fun to mix with, and everyone’s diversified background made supper an interesting observation session.

Was supposed to meet them at Crystal Jade, and by the time I reached, they were just moving on to desserts, and finally settling down at N.Y.D.C..

I was silently cheering at the thought of my favourite Ugly Cake.

The more chocolatey the better! Yippeee.

Met Edward and Shujun and some familiar Hwachong faces inside N.Y.D.C. cos they were leaving when we just arrived.

Despite already having 2 meals(*ahem* excluding snacks) before supper, I found myself clearing the plates of the ugly cake and banana chocolate cake.

Oh, a piece of pizza too.

I need to go on diet.

It’s not helping when the one beside me told me I should be working out.

*COUGH*

Grr………

*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

‘It does look obvious that you are fatter than the previous time I saw you.‘

*cough*

‘Go to the gym or something. Oh yeah, there’s Planet Fitness near Far East Square, near where you worked yuh?‘

*cough cough*

Double ouch.

I wanted to finish the last 2 pieces of cakes when the scrutinising stares halted me. Muahaha.

I wouldn’t want to be branded monster lady again.

‘You better stop. Do you have a tummy?‘

I instinctively took in the largest breath I could muster and sucked in my lard, without saying a word.

I muttered a tiny, inaudible ‘…Uh.. Don’t know..‘ feigning ignorance.

‘See! The moment I commented on it, she immediately sucked it in!‘ he mocked to his friend, David(hurhurhur, so many huh) in Chinese.

When I glazed adoringly into… the dessert counter when we were leaving…

‘Tell me you’re not looking at the cakes. If you’re still hungry, I am gonna be really afraid.’

Muahahahaha.

Just slightly hungry only…

But I didn’t want to fish more daunting comments, so.. I kept that statement to myself.

What did I say about having nice friends?

Took a few pictures to end the night off, and timestamped the moment I bade goodbye to the 8 awesome company for the night.

‘Do I look bad in the picture?‘ I asked the usual question.

‘What do you mean by if you look bad in the picture? Of course you look bad!‘

Can someone just club me? Then club him?

But oh well, credits to him, he’s a really sweet and a people’s person.

The things they said, the hilarious impersonations, and the laid back attitude. Verdict? Very, very nice people.

Very intriguing.

A swift goodbye kiss was planted on my cheek and friendly hug was exchanged before we splitted.

A pleasure, definitely.

Just a pity that we didn’t catch up much.

Next time when you’re in town then.

***

Alright peeps, I will be heading to my Malaysia’s home in a couple of hour’s of time.

Very reluctant.

A week? 2 weeks? No idea.

Anyway, will continue to blog, if I don’t run out of creative juices(well, have to depend on creative juices since there wouldn’t be much blog-worthy happenings).

Pray that I could come into Singapore soon.

Till then, take care.