THE ONE ABOUT LOCAL BREEDS

Rather extensive one.

I FORGOT TO ADD THAT I MISSED SEEING DAVID(oh, the English Skinny Latte guy) AT ATTICA ON SATURDAY. DARN!

I apologise for not keeping true to my promise. Such abhorring blogging etiquette will get me nowhere, no doubt.

Too much things happened, too many people met, and too much a need to rest.

Overwhelmed by fatigue.

10 hours of sleep last night didn’t prove useful. I threw in another couple of hours of nap this late noon, and it didn’t seem enough to fuel me on.

Just when I thought I am gonna hit the sacks cos I could stand it no more, and would procrastinate this long-delayed post, something in me ignited, and I feel awake all of sudden.

Thus, blogging(and ciao to laundry day tomorrow).

Tsk. I truly belong to the night obscene hours, as I always believe so.

It may not be as long as it might have been, cos I am simply too tired to recall all the details. Just wanna get it over and done with. Hurhur.

Well, first and foremost.

Accounting my absence.

No, I didn’t hit the clubs at all for the weekend(yay!), and eyes were shut before 2am for the past 3 nights.

How cool.

And my time were largely took up by the PC Show 2005, that was held over the weekend at Changi Expo.

Ha! Now you ask why I didn’t state so earlier.

I refused to disclose my whereabouts for the fear some would crane their necks to look out for me recognise me in the grossly packed hall.

It didn’t filter out the risk totally, apparently.

Anyway.

Friday was spent at the Costumes House for skirts and boots fitting.

Met up with Stephanie at Bugis, before taking a bus down to Aliwal Street, where the shop is located.

I almost couldn’t recognise her, since it was only our 2nd meeting, and she looks slightly different from the last I remembered her.

I don’t even know if we exchanged much words back when we first met!

Gee, I digress.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. I adore the place.

Yes, yes. I know I should be focused and not let my attention stray.

But… how do you resist looking like a…

BEE?

FLOWER?(Yes yes, I know I am already as pretty as a flower, but still… *coughs*)

CAMEL?

CRANKY MONITOR?

COW? (Yes yes, I know I ALREADY am a cow, sometimes. Moo.)

It was funnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!

I wish I had more time to play dress-up, but it was more of serious business at hand.

I now secretly wish someone would hold some grand theme-party, and I would not hesitate to scoot down there to try every single item in there.

It’s a HUGE place, I tell ya.

We left for dinner at El-Sheikh cafe, which was just around the corner from the shop.

Food is nice. And I had a tad too much than I should.

It was a long chat, which lasted hours, from slowly warming up, to extensive animated chats.

Rather unexpected, really.

Was introduced to David, Jeff, Roy.

Yes, another with the dreadful ‘D’ name. But this one is aging, so don’t even start on it.

***

Got home, and was half drifting into slumberland when a call came in.

Kenneth.

Unexpected.

Apparently, Philip and him were outside Attica and asked if I was there for a quick meetup.

‘Since I haven’t seen ya for quite a while’ was Kenneth’s exact words.

I am not trying to be spiteful, but it was indeed queer coming from someone who treats me as a friend no more.

***

It was an early train ride on Saturday. It gotta be. I thought it would be nice to have an internal flight from my place to Changi.

A major surprise to bump into Anderson, my ex-classmate for 4 full years during my River Valley days.

More surprises were thrown into my way when David was teaching me to put on my makeup, when David came up to me to say hi.

Hurhurhur. I love confusing you guys.

David is Stephanie’s friend who was helping us out with the makeup, whereas the other David was actually my ex-colleague when I was helping Selina out some half a year ago.

So apparently, their agency was having a roadshow at the PC show too, and I would be seeing lotsa familiar faces then.

Nice.

Now, for the silly job we had to do.

Elizabeth, and I.

To be at this booth, for some telco company.

Sadly, I am not one of those Initial D fanatics, and I am most likely to give the sucky show a miss.

Don’t tell me how silly our gears are.

The fickle-minded clients(the events company) couldn’t make up their minds what they want, like how I couldn’t decide if I prefer Cartier or Bulgari.

Uh-oh. Sounds like potential bad experience, huh.

So, our tops and skirts were then changed to give a more ‘wholesome’ image.

Somebody please educate them on fashion sense, thank you.

Stop staring at me, Jielun.

I had wanted to take a picture with Guanxi Edison Chen instead, but they decided to prop up this guy’s poster, and only put up Edison’s on Sunday.

Coming out of the little room where the stocks were kept, and where a little stool was to provide a little resting space.

The job wasn’t an easy one I tell you.

This post would go on forever if I list out the bad episodes.

Then, again, I should.

It was first agreed we could get a 15 minutes break every 2 hours.

Lunch break would then be at 3 plus in the afternoon. An hour, we thought.

We only took one 15 minutes break in between, throughout the day.

Elizabeth was first to go for lunch, and the female in-charge grumbled how long she took, cos she thought we would only have 15-minutes breaks, and we could settle our lunch in those breaks.

Apparently, she didn’t take up Mathematics in school.

She couldn’t quite count that it took 10 minutes to squeeze out of the traffic, and another 10 to squeeze back into the booth.

For the record, Elizabeth took less than half an hour when she went for lunch.

Liz became rather sick, and they had wanted a replacement.

But horror of horrors, when the replacement turned up on Sunday, they actually didn’t want her, and I had to start crooning ‘All by myself’ to tide rest of the day over.

9 hours of standing, for Saturday.

Another 9, on Sunday.

I had worse with Siemen’s.

I didn’t think it would be THAT difficult.

But difficult people would make jobs more difficult.

Sometimes, people don’t have to talk to make things difficult.

Anyway, difficult customers also didn’t make things better.

Sadly, there are quite a handful of ugly Singaporeans which tainted the experience.

What was the ultimate killer?

THESE:

I couldn’t feel my feet after the 3rd hour on the first day.

And I almost couldn’t zip up the boots cos my calves are blardy too fat.

So, that’s how bad it was.

It was almost a miracle I could survive the 2nd day.

Frankly, I couldn’t. I was already feeling nauseated from the aches and pain.

Ankles, knees, calves, toes, balls of the feet, and the arches.

I didn’t know such pain exists.

Ouchy ouch.

Boots are evil.

I shall count the blessings.

And for the first time, I met Filicia.

It was a brief meetup, and before I could get over the initial shock when I turned to my left after someone tapped me, she already scooted away into the crowd.

I was introduced to her beau, and they looked so good together.

Awww…………..

It was all sugar and honey meeting the babe. I mean, after all the naked and raw chats, seeing her in person completed(or is it distorted?) the picture.

All I remember is, someone tapped me, I turned, I gasped ‘OH MY GOD’, I covered my mouth instinctively, and an embrace to round the meeting up.

Pleasure, babe.

It was nice catching up with Adeline when we had the long train ride to the west together on Saturday.

The past few days had been harsh on the lady.

I feel a little helpless cos I am really crap when it comes to cheering people up.

Was looking for some late dinner, and coincidentally Denise was just returning from work, and I did a little catching up with her, though I was in a trance state most of the time.

Hongsheng, Wenlong and their friends were at the fair too, and I met up with them after I wrapped up on Sunday to have dinner together.

Was totally famished.

Conclusion of the entire experience? I am still terribly inept when it comes to handling social situations.

***

Today was spent feeling lethargic and napping my day away before making my way down to Bugis again.

Was feeling too lousy to bother with all the makeup, though I made a mental note to do so NO MATTER WHAT, after being spotted by a blog-reader at Citilink Mall without makeup.

(Can somebody just kill me?)

Laziness is KING.

Anyway.

Waiting for Stephanie proved to be a daunting task.

For my conscience, that is.

Beard papa cream puff, sounds delicious. One wouldn’t harm.

Takopachi. Smells great. A box wouldn’t kill.

You get the picture.

And to think we were supposed to meet up for dinner after returning the gears to Costumes House.

Alright, it shall be crash diet for the next couple of days.

It was yet another extensive dinner. Much were chatted about over dinner too. Very interesting.

I ate a tad too much, in my opinion. *guilt-ridden look*

***

Isn’t it scary that it takes me so long to finally dwell into the subject matter for this post?

My weekend was a stark contrast to my other weekends.

All the guys that crossed my path over last weekend, are local guys.

Hurhurhur.

HURHURHURHURHUR.

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Woops.

***

::Specimen #1::

Mr stalker Richard came across as rather harmless over email.

He’s with a rather established firm, and I would think he’s someone rather decent.

He requested for my number cos I stated I wouldn’t be around much to reply to his email over the weekend.

I may be mistaken, and I might have miscontrued his words.

But I did raise an eyebrow when he messaged me after I replied to his message that I was really tired, and desperately in need of an early rest.

The message?

‘Guess you are tired and need to get up early tomorrow. Good gal if you want i can come over to give you a massage ‘

Sleazeball alert or what?

I declined saying it didn’t sound too nice, and I could depend on my massage chair(it’s a massager, but I didn’t want him to raise his brows by reading too much into it) for that.

He replied something along the line that he hates OSIM for that, and how about a drink instead.

Hurhurhur.

When I got online, I casually mentioned I just got home and showered.

He then wondered how I would look ‘fresh from shower’ before going on how he fancies my eyes and hair.

I might be overly paranoid, but I can’t help but feel his over-the-top praises and pouring compliments are too overwhelming.

***

::Specimen #2::

Some guy managed to get a voucher for free coffees at Coffee Bean from the Initial D game.

Just as he collected the voucher, he asked, ‘Do you like to drink coffee?’.

Sadly, I am more of a tea person.

***

::Specimen #3::

Just when I thought being stared at relentlessly on the train was freaky enough, I wasn’t quite prepared for Saturday.

The booth right opposite us had 3 of their staffs staring at me, trying to hold my gaze for the 9 hours I was there.

No, they weren’t standing together when they were staring. But they were just standing at 3 locations, staring, without being aware that they had 2 other colleagues who were staring blatantly, too.

They still stared when they were talking to customers.

I smiled back politely to one of them(okay, fine, he was acceptably, boyishly cute).

Fine, I did smile back to the other 2 ‘uncles’ too. Albeit a tad nervously.

On Sunday, he was having dinner, and gestured to offer me some from a far distance.

I laughed at the silliness of the entire thing.

He passed me a flyer from his booth when I was going for my lunch break.

As much as I was interested in the products, I never once dared to step into their booth.

Our first words were exchanged when I was finally leaving for home on Sunday, wrapping my stint up.

He was still staring.

He waved, and said ‘bye’, coolly.

I smiled back, and bade farewell.

The glare from the shiny thing on his left hand’s fourth finger blinded me, screaming for my attention.

Ouch.

Hurhurhur, the insurance agency which I once helped out in was just diagonally across to my booth, and right next to theirs, and thus, information was at hand.

A little birdie later told me, he has little juniors, too.

*Gasp*

I am amazed.

***

::Specimen #4::

He is not exceptionally cute, but he is not too bad among the geeky RVians back then.

He saw me from a distance, and I thought he looked rather familiar.

It took me a while before I realised he was my dance partner when we were paired up for a mass dance during one particular Physical Education lesson eons ago.

He was the only one who was shorter than their female counterparts.

The teacher then told us we were not allowed to let go our hands, and we blardy did.

We were then the only ones being punished, and the 2 of us did 20 push-ups with our classes looking on.

Bleah.

The push-ups part was easy peasy since I was with NPCC, and he was a sprinter with well-known mega-well-endowed.. calves.

We chatted as if we were old friends though we barely talked back in school then.

It’s quaint how the guys from school never quite look different from 8 years ago.

He’s still vertically challenged, and looks exactly how I last remembered him to be.

***

::Specimen #5::

The booth of my old company was just diagonally across mine.

An old colleague whom I wasn’t close too, walked over to make conversation on Saturday.

He couldn’t even remember my name. Ben, is his.

He then kept walking over to ask if I was hungry, and if I needed KC(another ex-colleague) to packet lunch for me.

I okay-ed the idea.

He then kept walking over to ask if I was gonna to have my break, and that he would wait for me, and we could have lunch together with rest of the people from the agency.

So, when I finally got a break, he then took a pack of chicken rice for me, and I realised none of the ex-colleagues were joining us.

I didn’t want to have lunch alone with him, and I pleaded with Stephanie to stay around.

Some ex-colleagues saw us, and one joked, ‘Wah, you sure you gonna have lunch with him only? Wait he molest you, you also don’t know..‘

Yup, such is his reputation.

We later were having lunch, when we chanced upon some other friends, to my great relief. They all gasped and asked, ‘Why are you with him??‘ right in front of him.

Stephanie commented he looks kinda sleazy.

Muahahaha.

And to think he tried to get my number when I was leaving on Sunday.

Argh.

KC and Elaine were around, and I was trying to shake off his persistent requests. Eventually, I gave in cos my multiple excuses failed to make him give up.

And he even had the cheeks to say he could call me if he needs someone to talk to. He even said we could come out for lunch or something.

ARGH.

I then told him that I would only meet up with KC for lunch cos he is cuter, and more eligible, and I would not want to meet up with him.

He jokingly said he was jealous.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

He’s DEFINITELY NOT a looker.

And,

This is HIS baby I was holding last Christmas, when obviously, my arms were slimmer, and hair, nicer.

Grr……………

Apparently, his wife and baby visited him at the fair on Saturday.

Go away, irritating people.

At least Specimen 3 is way cuter, and cooler.

***

::Specimen #6::

Oh, first and foremost, this specimen has nothing to do with me, in THAT sense. Not even 0.0001%.

I gasped and instinctively covered my face when I saw this face that seemed rather familiar.

It gave myself away.

Mr Darren, he was. Friend’s friend. Someone who had never met me before, nor seen my pictures before(but he did say my twirls are pretty redundant cos much of my face is already shown).

He came across as a gentlemanly, reserved person.

Brownie points to the lanky one, who came over to say goodbyes when he was leaving.

I mean, it’s not an easy feat to squeeze through the sea of people, and he didn’t need to do so.

A very polite, fine, gentleman. I may be wrong, but he seemed so. Or, he might just be a very good actor.

Aunties’ favourite!

***

::Specimen #7::

A familiar figure lurked in the crowd, and I widened my eyes.

*Gasp*

It was the guy I first kissed when I was a *cough* late teenager.

Actually, nothing too surprising about that, cos we still keep in contact over the years. *blush*

From what I know, he doesn’t seem to have a single girlfriend all these years. No, he is not gay.

What appalled me is, despite the fact that he had never dialed my home number for the past 7 years, he could still rattle out my home number concisely, under 2 seconds.

Credits to him, he was rather good for a first-time kisser.

That was the only time we kissed.

We didn’t work out cos, he was pressuring me to study and nagging incessantly about how qualifications are all important, which was something I loathed the most.

Back then, and still do.

***

::Specimen #8::

Was strutting by Fujitsu’s booth and was stopped by one of the sales person when I was browsing.

I am very into their laptops.

The guy is the kind that’s pretty scary, the very SALESMAN type of salesperson.

Definitely has gift of gab, and smooth talker.

A little over the top.

He rattled lotsa crap and you kinda grasp that not every one of his words is credible.

About himself, that is.

He claimed that he had studied high school in London before.

Anyway, he then commented my watch is a pretty good imitation, and estimated I paid around 150 bucks for it.

I brushed the topic aside, and he went on to explain to me the differences between different models.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks and as if having an uncontrollable urge to set something right before he continued.

‘Hmm, by the way, do you work out? I think perhaps you should do a bit of sports and tone up or something..‘

WHILE LOOKING AT MY RIGHT ARM!

STARE, GAWK, SCRUTINISE.

Swine = Winston.

***

::Specimen 9::

Ben is an extremely sweet lad who was working with me, and made my day easier by chatting to me, egging me on when the physical discomfort was eating me up.

A geeky, down-to-earth chap.

It was extremely funny when we started talking about being online almost 24 hours a day, and I was his new-found bummer friend, who could chat with him till late.

He asked what hair colour would suit him well, and I thought pale colour would look nice on him.

He then asked what else I do online, and the word ‘blog’ came out in a tiny whisper.

He then quite enthusiastically asked for my blog address cos he enjoys reading blog and I joked it wouldn’t be healthy for him.

He asked if my blog entries are long.

-Sheepish- Not very, I answered him honestly.

He then told me how his parents are pretty strict with him, and he has strict curfews to follow.

He then let rip that despite being of age, his parents do not allow him to visit billiard centres.

He then asked *cough* how old does it take for him to enter clubs.

He grumbled a little about how his parents sieve the sites his surfs, and blocked some sites.

I gasped in disbelief.

In between fits of giggle, I spoke of my fear of my site being read by his parents, and ends up on the blocked list, and it would be better all 17 years-old of him stays clear of my blog.

***

::Specimen 10::

Was having desserts with Hongsheng and Wenlong when I saw Ben. Not, not Specimen #5 nor #9.

Muahaha, how many Bens and Davids can there be?

Ben was working at a booth in Motherhood Fair, which was right next to the hall I was in.

That afternoon, I even met up with Cat briefly.

Cat, is his wife.

Ben was leaving when I saw him at the foodcourt.

He then offered to give me a lift back to the west.

Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

I am so blessed to have such a nice friend.

I gobbled down my dessert, and rushed off.

::Specimen 11::

A 14 years-old boy asked for my number.

::Specimen 12::

So was there anyone who made my heart skip a beat, at all, you ask.

Yes, there was one.

That sole, precious one.

He has the looks, the brains, the everything.

Who brightened my day, who was so sweet to me, and I was charmed by his enchanting eyes when I first set my sight on him.

My last struggling hours at the fair was made easier by him.

I was almost dead when it was 4 plus in the noon.

When he appeared.

He actually stood by my side, helping me to cheer the crowd on, and chatted to me, for more than an hour.

Never a moment, did his grin left the goodlooking face.

There was this brief moment, when he held my hand, which offered some kind of comfort.

Good-mannered, and energetic. Never once complained from all the waiting and standing.

Ethan, he is.

Gorgeous, gorgeous one.

Alas, things are just not meant to be.

Boohoohoo.

Let me just say that, this picture does not do him justice, AT ALL.

He’s much cuter in person, and a very intelligent boy.

His sister, was so equally beautiful.

I kept offering them sweets that Ben was commenting I was going to be the culprit for causing them tooth decay.

I couldn’t care.

I spent more than an hour playing with the pair of siblings, and the parents even left him in my care when the mum had to bring little sister to the loo.

They are such a nice family.

The mum never once complained about the slow service even though daddy queued for more than an hour.

The kids are so obedient compared to some other kids.

I know I shouldn’t be biased, but I really was displaying favouritism.

I even let them play with the remote control car for a while cos they were so into it, but had to stop cos someone was displaying displeasure.

Which I think the very understanding mum of the kids caught.

When the crowd dispersed, I told Ethan he might want to go over to Peikai, one of the staffs, to play with the car.

He declined, to my amazement.

What he said next, melted my heart.

‘I don’t want to play with the car, cos I don’t want you to get scolded.’

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Such an utter sweetie.

WHY?!

WHY?????

WHY???????

Why am I not 5 years old and why is he not 24?!

He brought so much joy to the booth, and many of the customers were grinning and laughing when they saw him clapping and cheering whenever someone’s car got into the slot.

It was hard to say goodbye to the sweet family.

***

::Specimen 13::

There’s another breed which is totally irritating, scary, and freaky.

I am emotionally and mentally and physically too strain to go through with this last one, and perhaps he deserver a good post of its own.

Soon, just soon.

Sometimes, such people just make you wonder what’s wrong with them huh.

*Shudders*

***

I want a change of image so I would not attract the wrong kind of local guys.

Apparently, most people said the mature guys like my curled hair.

YUCKS.

Some branded it the mistress look.

Bleah.

So.

What do you think?

Well, I guess, there are some references you can get to help you with a decision of how you want Ting to look.

Hurhurhur.

Wheeeeeee… Cool or what? Flaming, red hot tresses!

Wild!

*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Orange doesn’t sound too bad a deal, eh?

Hot pink isn’t too bad either, huh?

Ah.. perhaps this is just perfect for me.

My personal favourite. Macy Gray style.

Wheee! I could join Raf and Rossi in the Maggie Club with this style too!

Yeay.