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.

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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.

(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?