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.

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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.

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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.