OBLIGATED

I feel obligated to blog simply because Janice is right beside now, nagging incessantly(she just poked tickled me for the opening sentence), forcing reminding me to blog about the weekend so she could shamelessly conveniently nip some of the details off here.

I fear for my life.

So here I am, blogging in the cybercafe in Johor, with menacing Janice sitting right beside me.

That’s the woes of being the only smart one(I just tilted my monitor away from her to survive a tad longer), your intelligence possesses massive exploitability.

Alright, so, this will be a post without graphics cos I can’t possibly upload the pictures here.

Talk about graphic.

Some guy was sitting in the same cybercafe, surfing explicit pictures of fornication, downloaded them, and did a full screen slideshow *gasp in horror*

Imagine I was stuck at this very cybercafe more than a week ago till 5 in the morning. *shudders*

Seriously.. I am not so sure if I would dare to use back the very same keyboard he used just now…

*Inhales, bites my lower lip to go through with this dreadful blogging task*

***

How eerie some coincidences can be.

I can’t remember how many times my hair stood perpendicular to my skin, sending the chills down my spine for the entire week.

Things that happened in such quaint sequences that you could only tilt your head above and gave a laugh of conceit to the Big Man up there for having such great sense of humour.

Fate?

That’s what fools believe in.

I refuse to be a fool.

Then again, a fool is trying to deny she is one.

I really do wish to believe in that.

Actually, I still believe fairytales do exist.

Only thing is, I ceased to believe they could ever happen to me.

They are too beautiful.

Anything beautiful would just slip by me, and never befall on me.

That’s the rule set for my life.

A rule I can’t change but can only comply to.

Fate.

How beautifully tragic.

There’s always a princess who would live happily ever after.

But elsewhere, there’s always a need for a princess as the lead of a threatrical twist.

Beautiful things morph into tragedies in my hands.

***

Sunday was yet another quiet and peaceful day.

Woke up at *tiny voice* 4pm, before slipping back into snooze mode at 6pm.

Fatigue overwhelmed me all the way till 9pm, before I started a night of intensive reading with Jeffery Archer’s Sons of Fortune.

Very interesting. Kept me roused all the way till 6.30am before I finally parted with the book to rest for the lengthy 1st day of the week.

Sunday is always such dreadfully melancholic for me.

Definitely my least favourite day of the week, even when I was part of the work force, I was never appreciative of Sunday.

Hence, hardly had the drive to blog.

***

Woke up with barely enough rest to meet up with the posh one at Kranji MRT so we could venture in to Johor for a day of good food and checking out the fitting rooms of the local shops.

I shall not mention how I was baking in the heat at the bus stop waiting for the posh one who turned up at 1.45pm when we had set a 1pm meetup time.

Anyway, the trip turned out to be a blissfully smooth one.

Verdict? Bad mirrors.

I swear they did something to the mirrors to make ladies feel inferior about themselves.

I fell victim to the mirror and feels pretty sulky over the horizontally-elongated reflection I horrifyingly stared saw.

That couldn’t be me.

Is denial one of the major psychological illnesses these days?

I wished I had went on to get my psyche degree some years ago. I hope they have a cure for that.

Despite my strict(yeah, right) diet these days, I compromised for a filling meal of sushi with the posh one at Holiday plaza, Genki Sushi.

Very *burp* nice.

Didn’t manage to get much stuffs, except that I finally could fit back a size 26 which I tried so hard to force myself wriggle in the previous time I was in Levi’s.

Thus, to commemorate the magical moment, it seemed politically incorrect and unethical if I denied its merits and not save it from the racks.

Hence, cash was swiftly handed over, and I felt I did the pair of size 26 593 jeans great justice.

Guess what?

I wore my new pedal pushers today and it’s blardy hanging loose!

I don’t know if I should weep in sorrow for the soon-to-be redundant purchase(well, if I slim down a tad more, it wouldn’t embrace my shapely hips nicely anymore!) or weep in joy that I finally drop a size in a mere couple of days.

Wait. Main point is…

I got myself a pair of gorgeous Levi’s for $179 ringgits! And that’s like 88 bucks in Singapore!

What a steal!

Purchased some new disposable lenses.

A pair of shorts for homely wear.

Had a fulfilling dinner at Secret Recipe, and topped it off with a rich, creamy, sinful chocolate cake.

A classic conversation took place while we were halfway done with dinner.

Janice Bimbo Posh one was staring into the GNC shop right opposite us, warily.

‘Damn, for a moment I wonder why the Caucasian was staring at me for the longest time.’

I turned, choked on my chocolate cake, and died.

Thank God, I didn’t.

What greeted me was one of the posters within the shop, of a Caucasian giving a very intense, focused stare forward.

Well. What can I say?

As we are drawing a close to our one-day trip here, we are indeed glad that we survived the town without being robbed, raped, kidnapped, gunned down, murdered, conned, followed…..

Then again, the intrusive wolf-whistles and disgusting sleazy stares that drowned us for the day were the greatest tests for us to put on our frostiest fronts, pretending we weren’t easily intimidated…

Apparently, the men here whistle at any long-hair being, and make the rudest and cheekiest remarks..

Uffa!

***

I still don’t feel too good. Feeling great dissatisfaction with everything around.

Retail therapy doesn’t work well on me, it seems.

***

It felt fantastico when I finally indulged in some quality time with the bed I am more familiar with when I returned on Friday late night.

But I barely had 3 hours of quality slumber before I woke up at 8am, to begin my awfully long Saturday.

I awe myself with the amount of energy I had.

Where did all those seep in from?

Rushed down to the very packed Immigration Office and everything went on pretty smoothly despite the lengthy wait.

Dad sent me to Centerpoint to collect the OSIM massager which came free with me signing up the cable television.

He sent me home, I got changed, and rushed out to meet Eileen and Dave for some intensive, non-stop 4-hours karaoke marathon.

At the end of it, I promised myself I would keep away from the microphone for a good 10 years or so with that overdose of crooning.

I bet my little godson/daughter would by now remember my delicious voice by heart.

But it took just one day, for me to feel like hitting the KTV again.. So, anyone wanna be traumatised by my *ahem* extra-ordinary singing?

***
Met up with the posh one whom I have not seen for a week.

Bumped into Edmund who was, erm, really, er, nice.

Edmund: Hey what’s the slimming product Michelle Chia endorsed?
Ting: I think it’s Extrim or something.
Edmund: Ya ya! That’s right. Do they sell it at Watson’s?
Ting: Yes, I believe they do.
Edmund: Perhaps you should check it out.

*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Hell hath no fury like a fat woman being scorned.

Be afraid, be very afraid.

Ed, I am sorry Watson’s don’t sell growth pills. What are you gonna do to gain some inches vertically? Hehehehe.

Walked around the new Marina Square, where we had dinner.

Was thrilled to see Huiwen, my classmate when I was in Secondary 3 and 4, whom I have never met since I graduated in 1997.

The brief catch up talk wasn’t quite brief.

The warm and fuzzy feeling was nice.

Met up with Janice’s friend, Xinhong, who joined us to Attica for the evening.

Yes, yes, Attica again, you say.

***

It drizzled briefly that evening.

It halted.

It rained again in the morning when we left the club at 6am.

It halted.

It erupted into a storm by the time I alighted from Xinhong’s boyfriend’s car at 7.15am.

The chills unsettled me when the howling winds caressed my bare shoulders and neck.

I felt a great need to feel protected, sheltered, shielded, and cuddled.

I scurried into the lobby, took the car of lift up, and sat in the shower for a long, long while.

Partly tipsy, partly afraid to hear the roaring thunders.

It was a cosy morning. I didn’t want it to end there.

Great reluctance to tuck myself into the duvet.

I dazed.

Hearing the rain rattling as it embraced the window panels.

The teasing thunders.

The giggling wind.

The tanned skies.

The dimmed room.

Suddenly, it feels… nice.

Just nice.

It was 10, when I finally decided to give the abused body a rest.

***

So, 10.30pm – 5.30am of clubbing action.

I wonder if being mistaken for *gasp* hear this, one of Attica’s bosses meant anything.

Was I a tad too glam?

Muahahaha.

It couldn’t be my consistent presence at the club on weekends, since it was his first time seeing me there.

It wasn’t a pickup line cos the guy was obviously having the hots for Janice.(Yeay! My turn to fan the gossips in appreciation to her constant teasings.)

Alas, the guy reminded me of Kelvin, Janice’s ex.

Let’s have a recap.

If you are new to my blog. No no no, Kelvin’s not the one in the centre(you wish).

Nor is he the one on the right(that’s my beloved ex, if you have to know).

So, yah, the guy who was leeching around us for the entire night, irritatingly persistent, looks something like the one on the left.

Quite sad, I know.

I didn’t want to drink for the night, and clung on dearly to my usual dose of orange juice.

Roberto was there again, and he airkissed us to greet us, and *cough* complimented us.

‘You ladies are always wearing dresses, looking all so feminine and nice, I like it!’

Aww…

I swore off jeans and pants from that second forth.

Muahahaha.

Oh, in case you don’t know, Roberto is the *cough* least eye-catching one among the 3 above. The centre one.

That’s right.

We stood around chatting to the nice bouncers(that’s what we typically do when we’re bored since we know some of them rather well) for a while cos the music was pretty much sucky.

We were starting to lament about how out-of-shapes we are, and we were then offered free gym-training sessions when they train.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Free wakeboarding, gym training sessions. If only one of them own a restaurant, flower shop, diamond factory…

While we stood around along the corridor leading to Attica Too, the usually aloof and stern looking Douglas had a number of bartenders right behind him, and it reminded me of a triad boss with his men.

Apparently, they were waiting for some packs of ice to be delivered.

And everytime, after each guy had a pack of ice, there was always 3 packs left on the floor.

I rolled my eyes and joked, ‘My, my. I supposed they were expected the 3 of us to help with the bags of ice.‘

So, being extremely bored and cheeky, all 3 of us went over to the ice bags and had a go at the ice bags, which weren’t that heavy.

Hurhurhur.

I have no idea why I look amazingly slim in the above picture. The bright background makes it seem eerie though.

It was the first time we engaged in a conversation with Douglas, the bar manager, and everyone had to restrain me from strangling him when he let known he was a mere 55kg.

I bet he is more than 1.8m.

And blardy 55kg?

I AM 55KG NOW, YOU KNOW?! He makes me feel fatttttttttt.

It’s terrible what jealousy + alcohol could do to you.

Yes, yes, I said I didn’t want to touch alcohol, but I still did.

Xinhong: Do you play any sport?
Douglas: Sports huh.. I used to play…
TingTipsy: I know! You used to play hockey right?

Silence from all.

Ting: You’re the hockey stick what!

Woops.

Later on in the night.

‘I think hockey stick too thick. You should be a golf club or something.’

Double woops.

It got worse when someone was trying to make him dance, someone whom we don’t know.

He was standing right beside me when someone was trying to get him dance.

Alcohol is evil.

I blurted ‘Now, that’s what I call pole-dancing.’

If I am not at Attica this weekend, I am sure it’s NOT because I was kicked out by the bar manager. Really.

***

The 3 girls were having a bit of fun when we were then… sporting enough to cramp onto the podium together.

And man! Janice and Xinhong really do know how to boogie!

And it’s not surprise Xinhong was swiftly bug by someone, and then Janice, too.

Me? Hurhurhur. No one bothered to.

Muahaha.

Was clumsy in my heels, and I took them off.

Alcohol is evil.

It wasn’t long before the people we were rather well-acquainted with noticed us, and… their reactions were pretty hilarious.

Terry’s reaction was the cutest yet as he was pretty much taken aback when he saw who were up there.

Shock is the word to describe his expression, I supposed.

He swiftly recovered from his shock and gave a thumb’s up.

It’s better to avoid eye-contacts with people you know, and just enjoy yourselves with your girl pals without a care.

David gave a pretty amused look too.

Then, the bouncers.

The boss.

It was kinda fun, actually.. despite my initial pre-alcohol state proclaimed that there’s no way I would go up there and embarrassed myself.

Embarrassed myself? I did. I cringe at the thought of how my hideous dance moves might repulse everyone.

Xinhong made an observation of everyone seemed to be very protective of us. In a genuine way.

Oh, that’s the cool babes.

Whenever we feel intimidated or uncomfortable when a stranger inched close(yeap, we just like to have a great time, but we don’t like pesty people who come up to us), there will always be a towering figure standing in the way or for us to run behind to hide.

It’s nice, especially when this 1/3 Sweden + 1/3 Italian + 1/3 French guy came in between me and Janice when the 2 of us were dancing together, and shoved the poor girl aside.

He asked when I would be free to have dinner with him, cos he cooks really well.

*ROLL EYES*

It wasn’t long before Janice sent a distress call to David who came over to rescue me from the monster Mr Want-to-cook-for-me.

I do not want to risk him cooking me instead.

Everyone was nice, yet again.

Our new pal, Jasmine, was awesome too.

Despite feeling a tad down, she still took great care of us, too.

Sometimes its funny how someone you pre-judged as hostile, unfriendly could turn out to be such a great pal to have around.

***

It was an usual air-kiss greeting.

Janice, then me, after all the ‘hey, how are you doing?’s.

I was still in one of my quiet, dazy moods.

His left cheek faced me.

Right cheek, left cheek.

That’s what’s the standard protocol.

Not quite the right sequence this time round, I thought.

Just as I leaned forward, he suddenly turned, slowly, a tad dramatically, to face me.

I froze. Taken by surprise.

He stared at me, intently.

I felt a little awkward, was unable to hold his gaze, and backed off.

His determined gaze still fixed on me.

I gave a comically dramatic frown, not sure how to react, and looked away towards Janice, puzzled.

Still, it was a stubborn stare.

I turned, held his gaze, and gave a so-what-was-that-for nod.

He responded by leaning slightly closer and gave a mysterious smile, with his eyes still fixed on mine.

Odd, how very odd.

I hope I wasn’t an easy read that could be deciphered by that threatrically lengthy observation.

Next time, when I am wearing a more comfortable pair of contact lens, let’s compete who can stare longer without blinking, alright?

Bleah.

***

Breakfast was a simple affair of spaghetti from 7-11 after the lights to the club came on at the end of the night, at 5.40am.

Waited for Xinhong’s beau who gave us a lift home despite a long drive from River Valley, to Jurong, to Woodlands, then to Bishan, in the pouring rain.

Rain.

How I adore the rain.

Ah.

Today’s Zachary’s 3rd birthday.

Happy birthday, the little lovely one.

I miss them, actually.