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*

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

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

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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.