SCARLETT’S SCANDALS

I can’t think properly.

*&@^$#%@$%#@$^@

Pain.

Ouch.

So pain until I feel nauseous.

Ouch….

Ouch…

Ouch.

Sheesh.

How to blog like that?

*BREATHE* *INHALE*

*EXHALE*

Alright. I will give it another couple of hours before the pain dissipates.

It is time like this I wish I have a boyfriend. *frowns*

And it doesn’t really help after Mr KG was online a couple of days ago.

*Waves irritating thoughts away*

What the hell.

Think about him repeatedly, for what?

***

Come to think of it, when you start hanging out with bloggers, you realise there isn’t much a need for you to keep a blog anymore.

Especially when your blog keeps track of everyday mundane life, like mine.

BLEAH.

Whatever you blog, will become stale news. Cos whoever you went out with, especially those with FF – Fast Fingers(woooo *raise eyebrows* I wonder what they are good for), would have finished blogging by the time you step out the shower.

So, with the meet-up already accounted for, I could just twiddle my fingers, without a need to blog.

So, everyone would have known we went to Esplanade this evening without me telling.

So, I was spotted with Finicky Feline‘s Tightanus Tetanus on the bridge leading from Esplanade to One Fullerton.

For that, she came up to me, gave me a tight slap across the face, before shoving me aside, kneeing Tetanus in the groin.

For the finale, she stabbed me in jealousy, before slitting Tetanus’ throat, ending us Romeo & Juliet style.

Hey wait, Romeo and Juliet didn’t exactly die that way, did they?

But, what the heck.

She then mutilated us, before dumping us into the cold, freezing sea.

Oh, that wasn’t quite her version of the story yuh?

Anyway.

Yah, very right.

Few days ago, words have it that I was all over Tetanus.

Then, it was at Coffee Club some days ago, in which Vamptress (hey dear, I don’t have to tell you how much I reload your page in a single day) joined in for a sensational threesome(Tetanus’ account).

Freeze.

Thanks to Tetanus’ brilliant editing that gives the picture a sense of life. Nice.

A picture that embodied all the erotism of the exchange.

In a non-sexual way.

Halt.

The real truth to the Esplanade liaison is as below:

It was a foursome.

Wooohoo.

Getting more exciting, isn’t it?

Yes, I got the flattest butt, thickest waist amongst them.

*Grumble grumble*

My weak retaliation?

-Tiny voice- Camera angle…… really…

As if you believe.

And we really didn’t mind sharing him(no other choice, thus why).

He favours girl with the shortest hair, thus, the hierachy has it that Janice is furthest away from him, with Finicky Feline in between us.

So, for the next outing, I would expect it to be a 5-persons mass orgy.

***

The evening was pretty interesting with her, Tetanus meeting up at MPH, before walking over to Esplanade for a quick drink.

The idea of the day?

To catch E.I.C. in action.

(Was reminded of a once-friend.)

Cos Finicky Feline had coerced us into thinking that Jack is incredibly cute, and all of us should accompany her down to watch him in action.

Who is this Jack?

Tetanus turned to me, and asked perturbedly, ‘He cute meh?‘

In which I replied, ‘He cute meh?‘ with the same puzzled look.

I have to admit I find Gabriel, of massive mass, adorable though. *giggles*

Janice joined us later, and asked which was the star of the night.

‘The least unattractive one,‘ I quipped.

‘Not very cute what.’

-Cough-

Vamptress, who joined us later, was the only one who shed some hope.

‘Not bad, quite cute.‘

Then again, not once did I affirm that men with talents are ridiculously sexy, and alluring.

Hence, brownie points to that, and looks are instantaneously secondary.

With the brilliant music serenading us, I spanned my vision to the buildings glittering in the background.

Fullerton, UOB buidling, Hitachi, One Fullerton, and the symbolic Merlion.

Nice.

I am still awfully guilty of putting the shy Finicky Feline in a spot when we went up to Jack for a picture.

Janice, Airhole and I last minute backed out, and insisted the duo taking a picture together, without any extras like us.

It was when we were done, that the very nice Jack told Airhole to take a picture of the 4 of us together.

And, unlike what Finicky Feline had suggested, he doesn’t like me. I don’t think he fancies a large lump of lard.

#%^!$#$!#$!@#%^*

He is evil.

Had he not suggested us taking a picture altogether…. argh.

I will NEVER take pictures with people who are wearing black again.

I will NOT be the one standing nearest to the camera next time.

NEVER!!

Okay, I think, karma for pointing to Finicky Feline to him that she wanted a picture to be taken with him.

Karma for looking at Finicky Feline, and saying, ‘Hey, maybe you should get his email so you can send him the picture or something.‘

Cough.

With friends like me, who needs enemies guardian angels.

Karma has it that I look awful on the picture.

Next time don’t dare already.

***

I kinda enjoyed Airhole’s company, when he is not intoxicated.

***
The city is gorgeous, garnished by the sweet sounds of the night.

Such brilliance.

Still, something was amiss.

Something was sorely missed.

***

It was a noisy walk to One Fullerton, where we chilled at BakerzIn.

We breezed past where Embargo used to be.

Only been there once.

After Hillsong’s Festival of Praise, a year ago?

With HIM.

The place we met up, 1st time, after so long.

Now, I see, why I took a glance, a split second longer than I should.

***

The warm chocolate cake perked me up a little.

I can be so easily provoked, and yet so easily appeased.

Thanks to a very generous Sister David, who would never fall for me, concluding the night by footing all our bill.

***

Tired.

Adjourned home with no further plans.

Good move.

Imagine me scrunching up in pain when I am out partying.

Not a very nice sight.

***

*Waves fervently*

Next time, if you see me, please do come up and say hi.

I know, it takes a bit of courage, especially you have to face a makeupless, unglam Ting.

Sigh.

I should remove all photographs to prevent likewise tragedies from happening in the future.

Darn, I am lazy. I would rather do so than to pile on makeup.

***

Quote from ‘P/s I so want a “happy” friend. Any “happy” guys here who need a galpal like me, please email me!‘

I also want a pal like this.

I am rather put off by relationships, and in need of an affectionate pal.

I will smack you if you are thinking of anything linking to the word ‘sex’.

Yes, I am deprived, but not necessary THAT sense.

Male company, maybe.

The kind that would not fall for me, and yet be there like a sister, for me.

I used to have such a pal, whom I could cuddle, hold hands with, without anyone having their imaginations run wild.

I kinda miss that.

***

Now, at 4.55am, I am talking to a man who is slightly intoxicated.

Strangely, this is the first and only time, I feel I could see a different side of him, a more serious side.

I agree with what he spoked of his predicament, indirectly speaking into mine ‘idle hands are the devil’s play ground.’

True, true.

Plenty of space for them to create negative thoughts in.

Gee, nowadays you guys have to read everything twice or thrice eh?

Oh well.

Whee! The pain is there no more. I could sleep well tonight!

Out.