DON’T FEEL LIKE..

Woo… I just did a quiz.

Muahaha. Albeit a silly one.

This is what I’ve got.

Erm, so, is the results surprising, or what?

Gee.

But why must congratulate people that they are me, when it’s not that much a good thing at all?

Hurhurhur, and geee, *blush* the descriptions put my on the pedestal.

***

What took me so long to update, you ask?

Without the usual exclaimation of excitement over what I did, who I met, and the meticulous descriptions of each event in my day.

Like, how I finally ventured into a theatre for the first time since 23rd November 2004 on Wednesday to get myself hot under the collar with Mr and Mrs Ting Smith. With Meiling.

Like, how I had wanted to stay in for the night, until I struggled with the decision to join the other bloggers at Zouk, Mambo, so I could catch a glimpse of Finicky Feline.

Lots of reluctance.

Insecurity brewed, once again.

The fear of crowd, sept in, again.

Like, how I dragged my tired body for the confidence-daunting portfolio photoshoot early noon on Thursday.

Like, how Raf and I adjourned to Holland Village for a nice lazy afternoon at Crustacean.

Like, how I returned home, with Kaiming around the area, and we both ended up watching television, and caught up a little(though *sheepishly* I was online most of the time while he was in the hall).

Like, how my night at Balaclava with Janice and Denise went.

Yeah.

Much of the details speak for themselves.

Too much details, yet emotionally draining.

Ah well.

I shall try.

Wednesday

Plan was to get my arse out of bed, and make my way to Jurong Point to catch Brad and Angelina in action on my own.

I was adamant that I wanna end my movie draught that very day.

Meiling was online and asked if I was gonna be free that evening, cos she would be heading down to IMM to get some stuffs.

I apologetically said I had a movie to catch, and asked who would she be hanging out with.

Alone, came the answer.

She then said she had been wanting to catch Mr and Mrs Smith too, but had no one to watch a movie with for months.

I made a rearrangement and *tadang* we had an impromptu meet up at IMM, had dinner, before running across to Jurong Entertainment Centre for the show, which we were 5 minutes late for.

Yay!

I made a booboo when we bumped into her eldest brother, and I *cough* unwittingly asked, ‘Is you 2nd brother taller? Is everyone in your family of such *cough* considerable height?’

Apparently the eldest brother heard it.

Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Thanks babe, for the nice, quiet evening.

***

Was heading home from the movie when Janice messaged me to tell me TriplePeriod had asked her down to Zouk to meet up with the rest of the bloggers.

After being updated on the list of those who would be attending, a couple of names struck my interest.

It was then a quick dial of phone to Vamptress(Stephanie), and when she said she would join in if I was going down.

Very tempting.

I agreed.

As I was dressing up, I had the cold feet again.

I.am.so.not.good.with.strangers.

And I got a little apprehensive after a recent episode of meeting up with a blogger, and my quiet moments were misinterpreted as ‘hostility’.

What if I meet up with them and they assume I am some haughty bitch, snobbish and cold?

So the time dragged.

It took me an hour to decide ‘WHAT THE HECK’ and sashayed out of my door.

Janice met me at the front door, and made known to me where their table was at.

I went into the club, and headed straight to where they were, only to play the part of quiet observer from a distance.

Most people were not around then.

Janice and I then went on to proceed to the podium, where we had pretty much fun.

And it was time.. for *jitters* meet-the-bloggers.

Since everyone blogged about it, can I just skip this part?

Hurhurhur.

***

Had told myself I would need to sleep early for the photoshoot the next day, but ended up only reaching home at 5am after supper, and I kinda regretted not leaving earlier.

Thanks to a very kind TriplePeriod, whose name I mistyped as Tripletripod over SMS to Kenny, for gave me a lift back home.

The mistake happened cos I was busy looking out for people, and was distracted when I was out of the club, SMSing at the same time.

Dictionary function for SMSes sometimes is like that one. *excuses*

A very witty Kenny asked was it that how Janice, Sandra and Miryclay were gyrating and dirty-dancing to him, had mysteriously caused TriplePeriod to grew a 3rd leg, hence became a tripod.

Muahahahaha.

Conclusion?

There is definitely no ugly bloggers when the females are concerned.

Well, I mean looks-wise, of course.

Anyway.

Photoshoot was pretty daunting.

‘Your eyes very tired huh.’

‘Your arms a tad fat, ‘automatic’ a bit huh, go on diet.’

‘Your face very big.’

‘You very unladylike, can demure a bit, or not?’

‘You legs look quite fat, try angle it a bit…’

‘Don’t smile so big can or not?’

Cannot. My mouth naturally is huge. Just shoot me.

No, not with camera. A gun, please.

***

Crutacean is a really nice place, and the warm baked chocolate fondant wasn’t as sweet as the one at Savoir.

It is more like, some dark and bitter chocolate.

Nice too. I like all sorts of chocolate, so it appeals to me.

I was rather clumsy that day, and there were many times I knocked into the wine rack.

Uh oh.

Not so good eh?

I ate snails, and the babe with me was freaking out.

So I had all half a dozen, to myself.

***

Janice was eager to check out the executives’ butts at Balaclava.

Had actually contemplated to head down to Dbl O instead, but decided I want to have an early night.

Somehow, I don’t know why, I had such a strong urge to go Dbl on a Friday, since I have never been back there for almost a year.

Eventually, messaged Janice to tell her I would be available till 11 plus, and she suggested going to Balaclava, where Denise joined us later on.

Actually, I am quite bored with blogging at this moment.

But let’s just say, throughout the night, there was only one thing that managed to bring a smile to my face.

I will blog about more, later.

Till then, see ya peepz. Sorry for the half-hearted post.