*kinky post ahead.

Due to the sensitive/doofus/bimbotic/silly nature of our bets, I can’t disclose the reason why I had lost 2 bucks to Finicky Feline and VampTreSS consecutively.

All I can say is Nah-b…. I meant, nah.. it’s okay.

But let’s just say I am really down of my luck to be losing a bet to Finicky Feline on Friday, and then to VampTreSS, yesterday.

It’s not about the 2 bucks, ya know? It’s about losing a bet, that aches.

Let’s just say I lost the bet to Finicky Feline because of my own doings, yet I lost the bet to VampTreSS cos of Finicky Feline’s doings.

*curse curse swear swear*

To think I still thought of recouping my loss to FF through Vamp.

Then again, I realise, perhaps losing the 2 bucks is for good causes.

Like, when it comes to men.

Muahahahaha.

Good karma, I say.

And good karma only happens to nice people like *cough* me.

Classic example of a bad karma?

(Under 21s please kindly not read. As if you will. Oh, if mishap shall happen to me, please do not hesitate to confront parties involved. Muahahaha.)

Say, Friend A and Friend B. Both are testerone-filled males. Or rather, sexually-experienced males in their 20s.

Okay, change that. Make it VERY experienced.

Friend B of mine had been taking the mickey out of Friend A recently after hearing how Friend A didn’t last more than a minute in the bedroom department.

Muahaha.

Story was: Things got hot and heavy for Friend A and girl. After some heavy petting, the girl went down on him and it was a while before he almost, well, er, came.

Girl stopped, teasing him. Petting continued.

Then she went down on him for the 2nd time, bringing him to the edge of the cliff, and yet, stopped again.

He could stand it no more and pin the girl down for some *cough* serious action which last.. er, around a minute?

*Chuckles* *Sniggers* *chokes on laughter*

Okay.

That was beside the point.

Friend B couldn’t stop using it as a jibing point, went on and on and on and on about how Friend A couldn’t exceed a minute, and spiced his jokes with high-pitched, sarcastic remarks like, ‘Oh, one thing for sure, I am definitely a more-than-a-minute-man!’ blarblarblarblarblar… regardless if the topic is on sex, or not.

Until, few days back.

Friend B and girl were getting into business, when the girl had briefly touched him *ahem* there, and he felt the urge to, well, erm, ya know.

He stopped her, cos he didn’t want to *cough* cum in his pants.

Things soon got a tad hot and heavy, and before long, the girl had him in her mouth.

Here the story goes. He could hardly held back, and came less than a minute into it, much to his(and perhaps, muahaha, her, too) utter horror.

*Sniggers*

No.

*EVIL LOUD LAUGHS*

Muahahahahahahaha.

A good ego-bashing, he says.

SEE! Laugh at people! Go on!

Life is indeed fair, eh?

Karma, baby, karma.

Welcome to the under-1 minute club.

Gee, what’s with guys and their under-1 minute records these days?

Poor ladies out there.

***

Oh. So the main point here is, angelic beings like Ting have good karma.

It was a lazy Saturday and I was pretty reluctant to leave home to spend the night out due to the extreme fatigue and the muscle aches all over.

Yet, a promise is a promise, and I had to drag my fat arse out of the house to go town, instead of blogging my day away.

Speaking of which. I will be continuing my previous post AFTER this post.

Perhaps, I was too eager to blog about Friend B‘s karma after his recent revelations.

Muahahahaha.

I bet this won’t go down his throat too well, like how it hadn’t been for the lady.

Oops.

Anyway.

Met up with Sandra at Jurong East MRT in the evening where we had some quick bites from the night market.

It was then did I realise I had forgotten my passport, and I had to rush home to get it since I would be making a quick trip back to JB last night.

Chanced upon Jeremy while I was sitting down, enjoying my Ramly burger.

Apparently he was in the area doing fact-finding.

After a brief chat, the very nice gentleman he is, offered to give us a lift to my place, and then send us to town.

Such gentleman! Where to find?!

So you see, good karma!

I am nice, thus I got free lift.

He is nice, thus, got 2 babes accompanying him.

Sandra had a peek of my room, and then as she tried to on my PC, I suspected *cough* she’s some sort of a jinx cos my computer mysteriously shut down by itself after proclaiming it was tainted with some sort of virus.

We left home in a jiffy and rushed down to Peninsula Plaza, where we were supposed to scout for.. erm, leather.

On our way to town, it was in the car where we saw the spectacular fireworks, yet again.

Fireworks and Peninsula Plaze. Ouch.

Then again, this time no PMS, I didn’t feel too bad.

From within the car, the sight we held our breaths and admired.

See! Good karma, thus, we had the visual treat.

As we reached Peninsula Plaza, we walked into this sex-shop and it was hardly possible for us to find anything within our budgets and yet practical to wear.

It was there, we met a German who works as a researcher in NTU. I wonder what was he researching in there. Hurhurhur.

We ventured into yet another sex shop. I cringed at the thought of that. Alas, no interesting finds either.

Yeah, you may think I am a slut, but still, I am a shy slut, alright?

(To bunny friends out there: I thought we were supposed to go bunny shopping?!)

So. We then walked down to this bus stop and this strange guy was following us.

We managed to ignore him and shake him off, before we halt for a rest at the bus stop.

It was then, coincidentally, the German appeared.

He then stopped by for a chat, and graced us with informative details of kinky-themed parties in Europe and such.

In a non-sleazy way, I might add.

He even spoke of a leather-corset he wore for some sort of event….

Erm, interesting.

Sandra and I then decided to give up the hunt for the gears, and headed straight to the party at En Lounge instead, by foot.

We strolled by Clarke Quay.

And we were almost moved to tears when a touching scene captured our hearts.

It may seem silly to some of you, but duh, I have no idea why we were so touched.

Must be the work of sexual good boyfriend-deprivation.

As we strutted by the reverse-bungee, a couple were just preparing to be launched into the air.

The girl on the left was obviously in a bundle of nerves, with her forehead creased with discomfort. Eyes closed.

The boy, was seated on the right, with a vacant seat in between them.

We watched the big screen television and the screams from the girl echoed.

I stared intensely. I watched.

I cooed.

I felt this great warmth when I spitted out these words, ‘Girl, you know what, since the start of the ride till now, with the velocity and great force, never once did he let go of her hand….‘

So swwwwwwwwweeeeeeeeeetttttt.

Awwwwww…

And he held on, and grabbed onto her, until the very last second of the ride is over.

I also want a guy who would not let go of my hand no matter what. *pouts with jealousy*

It’s funny how we wrote and scripted our own fairytales out of a scene from the er, television screen.

***

Clad in long-sleeved top and skirt, black top and jeans, we pretty much didn’t fit into the theme when we finally arrived at En Lounge.

Wei was nice to offer some of the costumes available and solved our headaches. If only we knew earlier, we wouldn’t have went through all the hassles to shop for hours for something.

We scurried to the washroom together, and I bet all guys would kill to be in my position.

To change in the same room as Sandra, seeing her in nothing but her bra.

Hurhurhur.

She had wanted to try this certain dress, and I had something in mind too.

Alas, both dresses didn’t work well on us, and we ended up exchanging the dresses instead.

Curb the nosebleed, guys.

This was the end product, last night.

*Cough*

You might not know what it is, but erm, yeah, it’s actually erm… a nurse outfit. Complete with Ting’s (in Sandra’s words) slutty look.

Damn kinky, I know.

Sandra donned a stewardess, deep-V dress.

Mile High Captain, is she.

See! Good karma, money saved!

As we ventured out of the washroom and back to the lounge to put our clothes and stuffs in a corner, we didn’t expect the responses.

It wasn’t long before when whips were stuffed into our hands, and people coming up to us to tell us how kinky our outfits were.

And, the cameras from all over were flashing, blinding us.

It was then when people started requesting taking pictures with us.

Or, requests for us to whip them(jokingly, of course) or something.

Erm, yeah. I really am not into such fetish, you know.

That’s us with Wei, in his, er, *wipes sweat* general uniform.

The party queen of the night, Janice(no, not my Sassyjan), and me.

She’s darn gorgeous and charismatic.

Chee Siong, TNP Photojournalist, and us.

Crop me out of the picture and everything might seem nicer.

Muahaha.

Some random stranger with generous chest taking pictures with us.

Don’t tell me how darn short our dresses were. We know.

I took a quick trip back to JB to endorse my passport and left En Lounge at 11.30pm, in a skirt that covered my knees, and long sleeves that made me every inch of an executive.

Well, my dad picked me up, you see.

Was actually pretty tired, but Sandra had sent distress calls that she was the only one there for the post party, and had insisted me to join her.

After constant pleas, and blarblarblarblar… I took a cab to rush to Clifford Pier from my place in Jurong to join her for the post party on a yacht.

And the moment I reached the pier, I saw the boat inching away from my sight.

Apparently, the boat had took off, without me, 5 minutes short of 1 am.

And, Sandra had made a plea strong enough for the boat to stop.

I did think it was pretty hilarious.

But, fortunately, it did stop, and the couple meters ahead of me was also pretty late.

They were actually the German NTU researcher and his Singaporean girlfriend.

Thus, I made it onto the boat just in time, with a whole bunch of people looking on, AND guess what?

I tripped.

Well, at least I didn’t fall into the water, which I might have if not for the 2 guys standing at the door holding on to me.

Somebody stab me please.

I changed into my casual tube and skirt, and enjoyed the solitude on the sun deck, with the mesmerising night view and cooling breeze.

All I lacked was a Jack ala Titanic to cuddle me from behind.

The time on the boat wasn’t that fantastic, but we did make the best out of it but looking at it as a boat ride out to the sea.

And no, no romance blossomed, though a certain chef and a particular Italian did make conversations with me which I displayed immense disinterest in.

It was then we took a rest at the lounge on the 2nd level, where we noticed a guy who is in our words ‘so darn freaking(sandra: f**king) cute’.

The only one passable for the night.

Well, there was yet another pretty cute Caucasian, who was hitting on Sandra throughout the night.

Alas, he’s only 18, and Sandra didn’t want to be a paedophile.

And thus, out of sheer cheekiness, we I asked the ‘cute’ guy for his age.

Mid-twenties, he replied.

Good. We won’t be paedophiles that way, you see.

I was growing increasing comfortable just by myself and looking into the darkness of the night when I did my usual spying, observing, and surrounding check.

Sandra was away in the ladies, when the German stopped by for a brief chat, and the cute guy strolled by.

Our eyes met, and I gave him a ‘I’m bored’ look and he responded with a sunshine smile, throwing in a cheeky(read: NOT sexy NOR suggestive) wink as well.

Sandra egged me on to get his number and I gave the usual ‘Ting doesn’t make first moves principle’ excuse.

Actually, seriously, I was just feasting my eyes, but not at all that interested, you see.

It was just great eye candy throughout the mundane night.

I was just hoping for the boat to dock at 4am, so I could come home to .. erm, blog.

Lifeless being, I am.

Anyway.

There came a point when I joined Sandra up on the deck when I saw the tall cutie with broad shoulders again, I cheekily turned back and flashed a grin and he tilted his head to the side to return a megawatt smile.

I giggled.

As Sandra and I were leaving the deck, this guy, Marcus, jokingly asked her where’s the nurse.

Obviously I was right behind her, yet no one would recognise me without the outrageous outfit.

I am glad to do without the unwanted attention, I joked.

And the *gasp* cutie was right beside him.

I made a brief chat with Marcus, while Sandra scooted off without me, and I told Marcus how Janice had mentioned about him earlier on at En Lounge.

I introduced myself as Ting as he expressed how much he adored the nurse outfit.

Muahaha.

Then, the guy beside him spoke.

‘It’s Benson beside Marcus.‘

I laughed and said hi.

Nice one.

I offered a handshake to Marcus, and then shook Benson’s too when I was about to walk away.

As Benson took my hand, he spoke, ‘Before I let you get away, do you mind if I get your contact number?‘

*cough*

I paused for a split second, gave a puzzled look, stole a glance at Marcus with a tad of embarrassment and spilled, ‘Can I give you my MSN email instead?‘

Then again, that is a tad too cheesy for my liking though it was the intended reply.

So, I actually replied with a crisp, ‘Erm, oh, okay.‘

I was holding on to my phone, and thus, he gave me his number and asked me to give him a miss call.

First time a guy asked for my number in… …. …. … … … … … eons(lost count of the time and years, you know)!

Erm, it was quite embarrassing, actually.

I then went off the deck after saying goodbyes.

Sandra threw me dagger stares thereafter, and claimed credits for pulling me on board.

Finally, the boat docked and we alighted for home.

Phew.

Couldn’t wait man.

I scurried to the exit, and was extremely cautious not to trip and fall, again.

Oops, guess what?

Mr Benson was standing right there and I felt a nudge from Sandra.

Anyway, since I am always THAT clumsy, I wondered if I had the words ‘CLUMSY’ etched on my forehead or something.

Sandra was holding on to me, and Marcus offered a helping hand to guide me by the arm as I jumped from the boat to land.

I was slightly confused by how everyone took me for a drunk and before I knew it, someone on my right took my right hand and helped me, yet with another hand patting the back of my hand.

I felt like a clumsy queen(as in, the real royal highness kind of queen, not queen of clumsiness, darling) with everyone fearful of her tripping over and hit her face to the ground.

Something only someone like me capable of doing.

So, it was Benson holding my right hand with both hands, muttering something along the line of, ‘Good night, have a good rest, blarblar, it was nice meeting you, blarblar, I’ll give you a call.. blarblar..‘

Aww… how sweet right?

See! Good karma. Got cute guy make my day.

I hope no one else heard that cos it was blardy embarrassing.

Sandra almost murdered me for that.

Don’t ask me why am I constantly feeling embarrassed.

I am a shy slut, remember?

See, good karma.

Thus, when I saw someone holding someone’s hand on the reverse bungee and silently wished for it, I ended the night with someone holding my hand for that brief moment.

Ask and I shall be given. *Chuckles*

And, when I got home, the bug in my PC mysteriously spontaneously combusted itself, and left my computer harmless.

Yay! And, I still have a few good-karma stories to illustrate in my supposed previous post(bet to FF), which I shall cover, erm, tomorrow?

Moral of the story?

Be nice, like me.

And stop laughing at guys who came in a 1 minute during intercourse.

*Stifled laughters*

Mark the date on your calendar.

29th July is a day to remember, for all sorts of reasons.

I have yet to sleep(yeap, it was a sleepless Thursday for me), so I shall catch some rest before smothering you guys with my pleasant surprises.

Meanwhile, I shall beam myself silly in my dreams with all the satisfaction like a cat gotten its cream.

Meowww…

Will edit this post tomorrow once I wake up, alright?

Did I mention how much I adore my parents(sometimes)?

For all that happened, I am with positive spirits. So, no dirt on the bloggers, yet.

Except mine, how about that?

I wish I have something interesting to update, but I don’t.

Wait, I do.

About irritating bloggers I met through blogging.

But, my tongue doesn’t feel acidic enough to be utilised today.

Hence, I shall request for a raincheck.

I am just heaving a huge sigh of relief to be back to where the cosiness provides such security for me.

Ahh.. the comfort of my bed, under the duvet, with CSI: New York in the background.

But I deserve a pat on my back for surviving 2 entire days without internet connection, and not feeling any withdrawal symptoms.

What can I say? Reading always take your minds off the nitty-gritties in life.

I spent my entire Wednesday reading, and watching the dummy-box.

How lifeless.

I am in fact, having bloggers’ block, right now.

I mean, I do have some things to blog, but am too lazy.

That doesn’t stop the fact that I have gotten thus far in my entry despite not having fodders for a proper entry.

And I know once I get the hang of it, this entry will slowly expand itself with not much substance in it.

Muahahaha.

Yeap.

So what am I trying to say?

Erm.

Nothing.

I did nothing after blogging my last entry.

I left the internet cafe, and went home to chalk a massive phone bill.

I think it’s gonna be massive.

I mean, it gotta be.

I had no form of entertainment, and thus, lengthy phone conversations were my only saviors.

It was a couple of hours with VampTreSS.

And can someone work out for me how much it is gonna cost me to be on the phone to Singapore for almost 7 hours?

Anyway, this should be better than *cough* those days when I exchanged multiple phone calls from morning to night with.. erm.. Mr KG.

Monday to Sunday.

Just that the locations were reversed.

I, in Singapore, and him, in Malaysia.

Ah. Not important.

So I am gonna avoid my dad at all costs when he returns from Sydney.

Yeah, they went Sydney!

I would have followed them if I knew they were heading Sydney!

I would just break away from them and explore the place myself, though.

They would be back, say tomorrow late night, or early Friday.

I am hoping they would get lotsa goodies for me this time round.

They never buy pressies for me when they travel, but I hope I did drive my point across when I joked all I want is a Gucci bag.

Yeah, joke, you see.

Then again, I should joke more often, seeing how my joke got me a fabulous birthday present this year.

Seriously, a bottle of perfume would suffice.

I am a sucker for those curvaceous bottle with sexy scents.

My latest favourite?

Chanel Coco Mademoiselle.

And my usual scent Elizabeth Arden Provocative Woman’s content is emptying fast.

I am smelly, thus, the heavy dependency on perfume.

Not to mention how my taste on perfume varies as the hormones stage riots throughout the month.

Great. I am getting the flow of blogging without someone scratching his balls right beside me.

I mean, less distraction disgust, thus, more flow.

***

I found myself smothered in fear whenever I am back in JB.

Immense fear.

Just a couple of months ago, when I was back in JB, I left the apartment to come back to Singapore.

And, 10 minutes I left, my parents were left shaken(pun very intended) when the building rocked to and forth, scaring the hell outta them, and they evacuated the building right away.

Apparently, the building was hit by the impact of earthquake in Sumatra.

My mom told how fearful she was and was almost, or already crying cos the shakes were pretty violent.

I do not dare to imagine how I would react if I was alone there, and it happens.

The night when I got back to my JB place on Sunday, was the night when an earthquake struck again.

I was just pretty glad it wasn’t something like the one before.

***

In 2003, there was once when Philip and I were back in JB for a short visit.

Thunder struck.

I was jolted awake, sprang up from the bed, and launched into a series of blood-curdling shrills.

My fear for thunders. Or rather, fears.

The husky and low rumbles early Monday morning scared the poo outta me.

Thank God I had someone over the line enduring my snappish mood cos I was darn unsettled by the consistent thunders.

The thunders teased, taunted, and mocked.

My palms sweaty, mood cranky, and was a bundle of nerves.

I loathe it when my nerves control me. Anything will just rub me off the wrong way, and set me off.

And I didn’t have my sturdy duvet to offer me a cuddle and wrap me in its warmth and security.

All I had was a thin strip of blanket offering me minimal support.

At least, I wasn’t quite alone.

Phew.

***

Tuesday was spent shopping aimlessly just because I wanted to get out of the house.

Ladies, I say, get your asses to JB to get your manicure done.

I am not a fan of manicures cos I am so darn lazy with keep my nails in check and act all graceful just not to get my nails chipped.

Yet, whenever I am back in JB, I can’t resist doing a frenchie for just a mere 30 ringgits.

O.P.I. somemore. As if I know the difference.

I headed for a sumptuous meal of Genki Sushi right after that, and that was the only proper meal I had throughout my entire stay in JB.

I had wanted to watch a movie by myself but I didn’t want to be taken advantage of by those irritatingly dishonest cab drivers, so decided to head home early instead.

It was then more reading.

I had wanted to dye my hair blonde out of boredom, but I should count my blessings(?) that I didn’t have any ringgits with me.

***

What I detest most is when I have to stand by the roadside to hail for a cab.

Even before I could cross the road, I would have countless vehicles horning honking at me, and some of them would shout or whistle in an obscene manner.

There were many times when I was waiting for a cab, I would have to call VampTreSS or other friends just to have someone on the phone with me whilst I waited.

And you think it’s because the way I dress that got me unnecessary attention?

Imagine this.

Ting in slippers, glasses, hair dishevelled, and super homely clothes.

I tell you, I suspect they would do the same to my mum, too.

And *&@!#!%#%! I had a truck horning at me that scared the hell outta me just now at 11.45pm.

Those bunch of sleazeballs. Arghhh.

It was a dark, and quiet roadside, you see.

I should be glad I wasn’t kidnapped or robbed.

I should start practising the use of my middle finger.

Or fine-tuned my vulgarities-spitting.

I felt an ounce of anger brewing in me when VampTreSS mocked ‘Hello? What vulgarities?‘ when I said I have been using ‘Nah-beh‘ too often.

Tsk tsk.

The vice you pick up when you have friends like Vamp, Jane Doe, and FF.

But I thought that was really cute, you see. And it doesn’t really sound vulgar, don’t you think?

But.. darn.

I got insulted thoroughly when a friend of mine told me ‘dont act cute!‘ whenever I mustered that crude phrase out.

ACT CUTE?!?!?!!

Scolding nah-beh is act cute?!?!?!?!

I am appalled!

Apparently, they deemed my vulgarities too melodious.

They laughed whenever I try to curse.

No good.

No one is taking me seriously.

I promise I shall curb my nah-behism.

Hey wait, I thought I am supposed to brush it up so I could launch them at those buggers who disturb me when I wait for cabs.

Ah well.

***

I strolled in the peaceful night when I finally arrived back in Singapore, stopping by Al-azhar for some food.

The walk to the eating joint was a quiet, and refreshing one.

No souls in sight, but the heavy bushes that cooled the night.

It’s pretty exhilarating.

To feel that slight tinge of fear, and constantly looking over your shoulder, yet enjoying the solitude all at the same time.

It was 5 minutes before the buzz of life lit up the night yet again, when the eatery was in sight.

Plonked my bag heavily onto the seat right next to me, I ordered some coin-prata with mutton curry.

Indulgence that would definitely show up around the midriff in few hours’ time.

I sat there, out of place, juggling people-watching, novel-reading, and eating all at the same time.

I was the only lonely soul, sitting alone at the big, round table, whilst everyone was busking in the company of their loved ones, or friends.

The row of bikes parked along the road reminded me of the old days of riding.

I tried to look for the past of mine in the faces in the eatery.

The number-plate browsing, the model-naming of the makes of bike, or even recognising the design of helmets on the chairs and tables.

Darn.

I am such a misfit, everywhere.

***

Funny how everything would seem so foreign in just a couple of days.

I felt so detached as I caught up with blog-hopping, as well as blogging itself.

Did I lose touch or something?

Even my room feels a little odd, and has an unfamiliar musk to it.

Ah.

For now, I shall spread the laundry on the pole.

Please kindly remind me to blog about bloggers for the next entry.

Should be quite fun.

Sensationally so.

Shucks. Mr Tabloid should be making a best pal out of me, ya know?

这一夜，我明白了。。。

婷，本来就很懒。

累了。 跺了跺脚， 扁了扁嘴，闹了闹情绪。

自我怜惜，任性地要找个人来把她背起。

怎么？人影也没一个呀。

她用仅有的力气抬起头来。

那瞬间，她看见了。

嘴角牵起，笑了笑，她看见属于她的那一片天。

那片天，也只属于她。真真实实地，无人可夺走的。

欸，还蛮蔚蓝的。挺艳丽的。

没有了原来的那片阴霾。

主宰这一切的那一位老爷爷，并没把她遗忘。

明白了。 累了，痛了，苦了，走下去的决定权，始终是在自己的掌上。

牢牢固固的。要推给人，是不可能的。

拭去在眼角逗留的最后一滴悲伤的懦弱，深深的抽了一口气。

用残留的一丝的力气与毅力，将因疲惫而卷缩的身躯摊开。 有点疼。

举起了起了泡的右脚，有点重。

吐了那口气，闭上了眼，把脚稳稳地着回实地。

那暖暖的感觉，就是所谓的成就感吗？ 那是我吗？

迈开了第一步。不是很难。真的做到了吗？

原来，信心，也只有自己能施舍给自己。

了了。天使也不一定是用飞的。

不回头了。

Yes, this entry is my belated post on the Bloggers.sg. You can read it over 3 days cos I suspected it is gonna be darn freaking long.

I have yet to think about what I wanna blog. Will spew whatever nonsense that comes to mind.

Finally, I caught up with enough rest to have a sound sober mind to blog.

And so, you read.

Sunday Times had branded Bloggers.SG an utter yawn.

And so, you read.

Countless of bloggers defending the event, and insisting how enjoyable the event had been.

Um. So what else is left for me to write, eh?

Pictures?

Surprise, surprise, besides the pictures taken by Sheena, and a few scattered pictures taken, I didn’t take much pictures at the event.

The only person I suggested taking picture with, was Marcelly.

Fret not, there’s always pictures from the post-event party to count on.

***

Time was 2.30 pm.

I spanned my arms and stretched the tired body badly abused by PMS.

It was a new day. I didn’t know I slept that much.

Mental-planned the day and how I would deal with yet another day at home.

On Friday, I had almost 20 people asking if I was going to Bloggers.SG and most were pretty surprised by my intention to shun the event.

I was going to start on my new entry when a phone call came in.

It was a close friend, whom I feel comfortable around with.

A blogger who wants to remain anonymous.

After like 2 hours of procrastinating, hesitating, rejecting and persuading, I gave in.

5, at City Hall.

I almost didn’t want to leave the streets with the amount of uniform-clad guys littered around.

Woohoo.

The walk to Esplanade was a dreaded one.

I just didn’t have good vibes about everything, you see.

Only consolation?

Finicky Feline and her lover boy were going down, despite the inital plan of not going.

She had broke away from her visiting parents from Orchard for a quick trip to DXO to see the happenings, too.

Reached Esplanade, and there, was an anonymous non-blogger who had been eager to check out the babes from blogosphere.

It was weird how blogfriend and I were having the social jitters, again.

We ventured on, nonetheless.

So, was it boring?

It sure was quiet(yes, quiet), for me.

And for others?

I am pretty amazed how quick some of them were blogging about it wasn’t a boring event, cos some of them were the very ones who had been sending out messages through SMSes like these:

It’s f**king boring here man.
Very boring leh, you coming or not?
Quite sian and slow.
So boring till I falling asleep liao.
Okay la, nothing much. They still talking and we are not listening hehe.
Okay lor, at least the others are here.

Alright. Well, we are talking about the convention in the day.

Evening time not included, cos that’s when all hells broke loose and all turned into werewolves.

So it’s YOUR LOSS, reporters, that you didn’t stay on to milk the cow to its full potential.

And, you could always use a bit more creativity juices to report the event from another news angle like your colleague did today.

True enough, if you didn’t know anyone there, most probably it was going to be a rather bland event for you.

So, going by the convention itself, it indeed wasn’t that impressive cos the atmosphere wasn’t quite well-warmed up, unless you are hanging out with people you already know, or the cliques which were already formed.

I mean, did anyone notice there was a table of 2 sitting in one corner, without anyone talking to them because they weren’t of recognisable faces?

They sat there, out of place, observing.

Shortly after, they left.

Not to mention some of these people are extremely private people who did not want to be identified, especially right before the press.

So, it’s naturally few would want to use it as a publicity stunt to mediawhore themselves, you see.

Few? Urm. Hmm. Contestable. But, that’s not important.

Still, that’s a reason why some were rather reserved to be an observer, rather than an active-participant.

Then again, that doesn’t mean the utmost efforts put in by the organisers should be written off.

A daring try, I must say. But someone has to do it.

And the information they spewed, the awareness they raised, kudos to that.

I am proud of them to make this event a realisation and I am sure they will fine tune it to even greater heights in the coming ones.

Coming ones, yes. Cos I do think it shouldn’t be written off as an one-off event just like that.

***

As the 3 of us made a grand entrance into DXO, a man with a goatee zoomed in straight to us.

‘Are you guys bloggers?’

‘No we are not, we are just here to people-watch.’

It took less than 1 second for him to scurry away after realising we were of little worth. Aww.. so practical.

Which didn’t quite give me enough time to tell him I thought he was cute cos he looks like a friend of mine.

His loss.

Muahahaha.

Later on, I was told he was a reporter with the Sunday Times, and most bloggers had found him irritating and refused to be interviewed.

Perhaps, the rejection was hard to handle, thus the harsh title on the broadsheet.

I say, baby, where’s your journalistic instinct?

I didn’t acknowledge much of the people who were there.

It was polite smiles to Finicky Feline, and Janice, who were already there, and conversations went like this when they came up to say hi.

I have not seen the darling of mine, for a long, long while.

‘Hi, are you a blogger?’

‘Oh I’m so sorry, I am just here to watch. Are you a blogger?’

‘Yes I am, Sassyjan.’

‘Oh really?! OMG, it’s really nice to see you, I’m a fan!’

‘Oh nice meeting you too, I’ll see ya around.’

‘Sure! *air kisses exchanged* Bye darling.’

Ting exits.

Muahahahaha.

And yes, I disowned all the familiar faces I knew, except for the ones with me.

Then, as I proceeded to the far end near the entrance where there was hardly anyone.

Tinkertailor was there, and flashed me a smile. I put a finger to my lips, and went ‘Shh’, and winked.

He got what I meant, and nodded.

It was then, I saw Mr Sexyman The Whore With More, and Ball of Yarn. FF and I stopped for a brief chat.

And then, the guy who reminded me of someone I knew, was right beside me.

Snapped this, and my acute journalistic sense actually captured the later-on-to-be-branded Hunk of Bloggerdom, Dwayne.

Come to think of it, don’t tell the reporter his hair looks bad and my friend is actually way cuter.

And that, don’t tell him that many had found his attitude sucky and he is of little tact.

Oh but if you really, really, really do want to tell him, please address your mail to shawnwoo@sph.com.sg.

Poor thing you.

Oh well.

I stood around, observing everyone, and saw a group of familiar faces hurdling together. They seemed to be having fun.

And then, it was then a firm hand was placed on my shoulder, and FF told me not to look back, making it sound like some frightening monster was right behind me.

I didn’t want to turn back, cos I didn’t want to see any unfamiliar faces.

I ended up bringing up my camera, and snap at the man behind me.

Kenny Sia.

Oi, don’t like this. Will scare people to death one, alright.

At this point, Jean and Erica sashayed into the club.

I wandered pretty aimlessly, and did some people watch.

Before long, FF wanted to go off, and I, being the brightest light bulb, left with her and her loverboy for some mood-lifting treats.

It was Waffle with Chocolate ice-cream at Haagen Dazs.

I left.

Saw Kenny with Lindachia.

She has a nice, slim bod.

Definitely the most impressionable body of the entire event.

Should I say hi, or not.

I didn’t either, the night before at Hideout.

I shy.

I bowed my head, looked away.

I walked away.

***

SNAPSHOT.

A group of girlies around a table was deep in their discussions.

‘Eh.. that Xiaxue.. blarblarblarblarblar….’

‘Did you see that Sillycelly? Blarblarblarblar…’

‘Oh yah.. and that Sandralicious.. yadda yadda…’

Price people pay for fame.

And wheeeee.

The fun of Bloggers.SG.

Eavedropping what people are saying.

Ticket to bitch. Mercilessly, and incessantly.

***

They left after desserts and I went on to meet Vamptress, who was with her friend, Himbo Brian, for coffee at California Bistro.

My third visit for the week.

Yeap. First impression was that he was pretty much a snob who is a himbo. Plus his neatly shaped and plucked eyebrows?

Tsk tsk.

Gay boy Metrosexual.

Then again, it was good company for the evening with him and Vamptress cos they have endless bitching fodders.

We sat around, as I tried hard to resist the temptation of food, which failed.

Long talk, nice company.

Till it was time, to venture into the crowd, again.

***

I called Janice.

Basically, we haven’t seen each other nor chatted online since my hiatus.

I had shied away from her for quite a while.

Sometimes, people closest to you would make you feel the most vulnerable, don’t you think?

Anyway, I just needed a break from lotsa people, and hence, I stayed away for quite a while.

Sorry babe, I know you were worried. I did miss you a great deal, too.

***

Apparently, the group which was still hanging around DXO were of familiar faces, hence, I decided to join blogfriend and her friend as well, taking the chance to do some catching up with Janice too.

REPORTERS! WHERE WERE YOU GUYS?!

Unfortunately, the social butterfly was pretty high from the free-flow of alcohol.

The cool balcony setting was enticingly beautiful.

The first face that I saw was that of Triple Period, was very gentlemanly helped me to get a drink of orange juice when I first arrived.

Thanks, mate.

I finally got to meet Curious George(whom we had already met before, but didn’t declare her identity the previous time Kenny Sia was in town), and Barffie.

Urban Male Bitch, Amithyst, Daryl Sng too!

And some whom I had chatted to… Ping, and friend.

Woops.

Sorry, sorry.

I found a cool spot at a corner, and leaned against the railings, taking in the beautiful night.

I sprung to my feet, and switched on my PR-diplomatic mood.

It was then some merry-making, nonsense talking, photo-taking, before I sat down again, tired.

I turned to my companion, looked her in the eyes, ‘Sometimes, mingling can be such a draining chore… not that it is hypocritical. You like the people, and would like to have some fun, but it just brings some form of emptiness.’

She smiled, and fully comprehended what that sentence meant.

It was nice seeing everyone, really.

It was then, the fireworks from the National Day Parade rehearsals took the sky, and us, by surprise.

The sky morphed into a drawing block.

For the fanciful burst of fireworks forming pictures of art. Different hues, different sparks, different forms.

I smiled. I cooed.

Everyone’s in high spirits.

Take picture! We all wanted to capture that moment.

When was the last time you saw fireworks?

For me?

8th August 2004.

Somehow, it was rather painful.

Janice couldn’t stop squealing how beautiful it was, while holding my hand in hers. I pouted, and suddenly blurted out, ‘I don’t like fireworks, anymore.‘.

As the brilliance continued, I suddenly felt the urge.

PMS, I say.

I dashed for the ladies, where Janice forsook the show to offer me a cuddle.

Mascara ruined a little.

I hushed.

Vanity still rules.

***

I sat down, looking on to the streets beneath.

Looking on to the buzz.

It felt as if I was in it, but not of it.

At a corner, BlinkyMummy sat.

Definitely the belle of the event, in my opinion.

Her face is very nice in a pleasant, soothing way, as she sat, yakking away with her friends.

I watched, observed. Nice.

Some things, are often not captured on stills, and you have to see for yourself to see the beauty of it.

Before long, someone came up to me.

‘Hi, are you Scarlett Ting?‘

I recognised her. Sheena.

May I add that I was always pretty intimidated by her overwhelming entries, and she could come across as over the top at times.

And that’s scary for me, as I hole up in private most of the time.

But, meeting her in person had dissipated any of those reservations.

She’s warm, nice, and genuine. And. She has very nice features which pictures don’t do justice.

That smile. Cool.

And Sheena, it was a great pleasure meeting you. I mean it.

Not because you were the only one who wanted to take picture with me. *giggles*

Together with Sheena was Faith, who once emailed me a series of pictures cos it reminded her of me.

How sweet

Janice and Sheena carrying each of Kenny’s coconuts.

Whilst I.. erm, didn’t know what to carry.

Down boy, down!

And erm, the wet patch on his shirt(!!!!) is definitely not the result of my work.

Maybe it was Janice… or Sheena. No, not me.

MakanGuru wedged between Janice and I.

Yes, blardy fat tummy, I am aware.

I am pre-menstrual, and had bloated tummy, can?!

So, to cheer me up, the guys had their nice little surprise for me.

Chicken wing AND kisses!

Whee.

Airhole, Kenny, and MakanGuru.

Tell me, which female blogger had such privilege?!

I feel like a queen now. *beams*

Janice, the now-famous blogger *chuckles* receiving a kiss from me.

I had most wanted to take pictures with her cos it had been a long, long while.

The lovely Sheena, with a complimentary kiss from yours truly.

Airhole and I.

He looks really good on picture, I realised.

Saw a familiar face on the phone.

I called out to her.

Marcelly.

Did I mention that Wenwei and Huina(the couple I went out on Friday with) were actually her college mates when they were in United Kingdom?

And they sent their regards to her.

Small world, I don’t need to dwell again.

She’s petite, with a low husky voice which is quite sexy.

I didn’t have the chance to see her with her hair down though.

Prettiest face of the lot, definitely.

Nice, and very friendly.

I later met her again in the ladies, and it was a pity we weren’t able to join her at MOS event that night.

***

A text message came in from Winnie who wasn’t at the event.

Apparently, Terence was at the event, and thought he saw me.

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

I got his number from her, called him and waved hi.

I wanted to walk over.

After a few seconds, I stood up, and then I mistook the crowd next to him as his friends.

I shy.

I walked away.

Bad move. He was there only with a friend, whom I didn’t manage to say hi to.

They were there, people watching, and enjoying the night that way.

I should have went over, cos apparently they had wanted to take pictures but were without a camera.

Wasted.

***

Janice and I abducted a slightly tipsy anonymous blogger, and tried to mock-kiss him on each cheek for a picture.

He actually looked better than most of the other pictures he had taken with us before.

I caught Cowboy Caleb sitting somewhere with his girlfriend.

Recognised him straightaway cos I had already seen a picture of his before. Thus, it wasn’t hard to pinpoint to him.

I later did go up to him to say hi.

He was rather shock by my abrupt intrusion I guess.

And I do mean it I like to read your blog, and it was the only time I said that for the night.

Muahahaha.

***

I exited from the glassed up area.

As I sat around, wrung my hand round the railings, looking at Swissotel in a distance away. Then, Marina Square.

Then, the Esplanade bay.

It was nice. A tad surreal.

I then heard ramblings on how VIP area was indeed VIP area.

They segregated themselves from those outside, and a few had lamented how they were ignored by those inside.

They must be too irritating not VIP enough.

But still, a couple of those inside the glassed up area were friendly. A couple, only, they said.

Some were busy. Some were tired. Some were pissed. I can only assume.

The only time the high-up-there exclusive ones were seen was when the night sky was awoken by the fireworks.

Okay peepz, inside air-conditioned, ya know? Singapore very warm and humid, who would want to hang outside with you on the balcony?

***

I saw a petite figure standing outside the door, and the melodious accent was nice.

I like accents. Don’t ask me why. I used to hate them, though.

I looked on, to her every move, and the way her hands gestured as she chatted to bloggers who wanted to talk to her.

I had wanted to go up to her too, but was as usual, shy.

I admire you, young lady.

There’s just a sense of genuinity about her, SPG.

***

And of course, the VIP area is indeed the VIP area.

It wasn’t long before I knew why.

Kenny came up to me, and whipped out a printed picture from his pocket.

Inside, a pixie-faced girl was grinning cheekily. The girl with the accent, it was.

Kenny had his shirt unbuttoned, showing his hairy chest and nips.

Apparently, SPG had dare him to bare his chest.

They posed for the photographs, as the room of 20 was conquered by unanimous silence.

She stood up as the picture was done(I could form a mental picture of an impish grin on her, tongue-in-cheek), and he reviewed the freshly taken pictures, he was awed beyond words.

The spaghetti straps of her dress was to her elbows, and her breasts were like his, bared.

That lucky man. And whoever in the room to witness the account.

I thought it was cheeky and pretty hilarious.

All the guys were raving on and on about how HOLY SHIT it was.

After the picture was flaunted, I joked that I would love to track her down, pull her to the ladies, and get some girl to take a picture of similar nature to.

Muahaha.

But I couldn’t find her thereafter.

Joke, okay, joke.

But, if I was dared, and could keep the picture private, I might have, in the name of fun, really.

Yes, whatever saga that arises as repercussions, erm, all I have to say is, see it in the name of fun.

There is no right or wrong, really.

It’s up to individual, as long as it hurts no one in the process.

Cut them some slack.

Now, who said Bloggers.SG is a big yawn?

***

I took a sip of the vile vodka lime which tasted like vodka on the rocks.

It wasn’t long before I launched into a series of Doraemon theme song with my kiddish voice.

Alcohol is evil.

I giggled.

Darn. I am easily high, eh?

***

We adjourned to ‘our turf’ after some discussions of where to party post-event.

I had wanted to party, actually. Regardless the crowd. I wasn’t aware how many were heading down to Attica, until I saw them.

The very kind Airhole gave Janice and I a lift in his car, and it was dominated by the guys’ talk on which girl made their day, and which girl was darn hot stuffs.

Men. They talked about ladies like pork in market.

The lengthy walk to Raffles City from Esplanade was an intimate one.

Of Janice and I.

As we walked hand-in-hand, I just wanna dwell in that closeness that we missed for quite a while.

She couldn’t stop saying how much she had missed me, and I updated my reason of shying away.

It was cool as we caught up.

Nice.

Didn’t have the chance to catch up with Vincent(RUOK), who sat beside me on the ride that night though.

And, I didn’t get to meet the blogger I had really wanted to meet, whom I later read he was actually there.

I didn’t expect he would turn up, really.

***

So, someone had said, Bloggers’ Con? Yeah, Bloggers con.

They felt conned after realising how twirls made me look nicer, cos they had expected a beauty behind those twirls.

They felt conned cos there is no Jay Chou Chee B.. lookalike out of the Calm One.

They felt conned that many photoshopped females weren’t as impressive in real life.

They felt conned the funnymen they had read were irritating in real life, and not at all that funny.

They felt conned the sweetie pie they had read about was pimplish.

They felt conned by my makeup.

They felt conned when they realised I am fat when my pictures make me look plump only.

They felt conned when they realised I don’t have deep, husky, sexy voice but a squeaky, high-pitched, cutie-pie ‘teyh’ voice.

They felt conned when they realised we are just photogenic and not so delicious in real life.

They felt conned when they realised we were all human, and not at all that perfect.

You think you at Immortals.SG or Goddesses.SG, is it?

***

It had been a long while since we had seen the familiar people at Attica.

I wasn’t quite dressed for the occasion since I had gone extremely casual just not to be seen or recognised by the outfit I had overexposed on my blog.

And I surely did not forsee going to Attica.

We got the ladies in whilst the men queue.

One of the unfortunate incidents The unfortunate incident of the night happened when one of the lads was mere 18 years-old was denied entry, as the club had its limit of 25 for guys.

Can’t remember his name though. I heard he’s a reader and not a blogger.

The abhorring thing happened was when Janice and I were talking to Mikey, that Airhole came up, and insisted the young lad to try to get in with his identity card.

Airhole’s ID was in the young lad’s hand all along. *Gasp*

The two shoved the card to each other, whilst the guy tried to return the ID to him. *smacks forehead in disbelief*

Right in front of the boss of the club?!

Janice and I looked at each other, bewildered, and totally appalled cos we hadn’t expected the guys had the intention to try doing that.

Totally embarrassed by the hilarity of the entire episode… we apologised and promised we didn’t try that stunt at all(yup, we didn’t, really).

But that didn’t stop the both of them from being banned from entering the club for the night, hence tainted the fun we had wanted to have.

Felt bad, both ways.

For being dishonest(somewhat) and unable to get them in.

***

As the rest of them partied on in Attica, dancing to R & B, I sat outside as I browsed the people who strolled by in the humid night.

People who were gorgeously dressed.

The emptiness and loneliness sept in occasionally.

After more than an hour, Erica, Jean and Kenny reached simultaneously to join us for the night.

We managed to get him into Attica Too, which is the usual place where Janice and I party(we seldom party at Attica, actually). We danced a little upstairs, and he could actually recognise some of those faces from our blogs’ pictures. Hurhurhur.

He recognised short David at the dancefloor, and tall David when he walked past us, and airkissed me.

That’s Hakim with his new image.

Yes, my bra is peeking out and I don’t care.

And Janice, you held the coaster the wrong way, baby.

We then danced on the podium.

Up on it.

And…

In the midst of it. *cringe*

Now I know how hideous I look while dancing.

We then went down to join the others, who were getting high at Attica.

We went down by the members’ entrance and they refurnished it.

Muahaha. Such a corny pose.

And yeap, with Kenny in the picture.

***

Hit the dancefloor immediately and everyone was dancing crazily!

These people really know how to boogie and have fun, I reckoned.

Some were chilling at the table right by the dance floor, not far away from us.

The group was prominent in the dancefloor.

It wasn’t long before a female dancer inched close to Kenny and started dirty dancing to him in the name of fun, and we all whistled, and cheered.

Janice then went behind of him, with another female blogger gyrating right at his front, and with me gyrating at his side.

It was 5 seconds before I burst out laughing and thought all of us were being really cheeky.

I saw Erica and Jean right beside the group of us, and seemed to enjoy themselves too. I waved to them excitedly.

It was then, before we saw some other female bloggers started getting the effect of the alcohol, and began french-kissing each other.

Wooohooo….. cool. No, I mean, HOOOOTTTTTT.

*Puckers up* Anyone wanna do me?

It was then one of the male bloggers joked, ‘You might as well kiss me.’ to one of them.

She readily agreed, threw her arms round him, and both of them embraced in french-kissing right before all who were present.

All cheered. The guys cursed cos they weren’t the one having the lady’s attention.

Then, they kissed again cos the others had wanted to take picture of the dare, and I saw the flash that went off.

I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I was told they kissed 3 times, which I only caught it once.

I caught it only when the lady stopped me when I was dancing to the music, had my eyes closed, enjoying myself, and tapped Janice and I to catch our attention, saying, ‘Hey wait, you look.‘

Before we could fathom what was going on, we were too shocked beyond words when the 2 embraced for a passionate game of tonsil-tennis.

WOAH.

WOAH.

WOAH.

Speechless, is me.

I could only did a ‘worship’ gesture, and shook my head in disbelief.

What can I say?

Initially, I thought it was done in the name of good fun, and laughed it off.

Janice even jokingly suggested to me, ‘You go f**k him la‘ to ‘outdo’ the dare.

Darling, I am not in for some competition, ever, ya know. Smack your head, ah! *chuckles*

But I know I might never have the guts to pull off such.

It was only after, when I left the dancefloor, did I realise the repercussions weren’t that simple, and all that which had seemed funny to me, was no longer so.

Things somehow got out of hand.

Consequences to handle.

Still, there is no right or wrong.

Just ask yourself if your conscience is clear for all your intentions.

Alcohol is evil.

***

I saw a bruised soul. I am the last person to worry for the soul, yet I felt a sense of helplessness.

I felt it.

I hope the bruised soul is recovering well.

***

The night ended shortly after for the group.

With people trying to do damage-control, poking their noses into the situations.

I suddenly felt as if I was in a primary school excursion group when someone asked another blogger to go into the club to ‘get everyone out and gather here‘.

It was suggested that everyone had too much a drop, and should be gotten out of the club to end the night for them.

And thus, the entire group was herded out of the club, and sitting around, aimlessly, clueless, waiting for instructions.

I found it a tad weird cos it generated much awkwardness, and prompted people to dwell more into the issues, and expanded the discussion.

Too deliberate, I thought.

And we are all adults, not children.

Of course, I understand the concern of the babysitters.

Much questions were written all across the faces of people.

If everyone had just partied on, putting everything aside, wouldn’t it have been an easier choice?

I felt a tad sorry for the female when everyone was trying to play mediator, putting the girl in intense scutiny.

It doesn’t mean I agree with her doing that. But it doesn’t mean I don’t agree either.

It’s odd for me to be saying that, but as I glanced at her, before I bade goodbye, I felt emotional.

‘Are you okay?‘ I asked.

I don’t know if it was weird coming from me, someone of absolute no proximity to her.

If it seemed fake, so be it. But there was an indeed a solid sense of worry.

Somehow, there was a disturbing feel about her.

She seemed too lost. About who she really is.

In general.

Perhaps, the question to her is, why?

***

I had a long talk with the male.

He had no regrets doing that, but have no intention to dwell on it cos it was all done in the name of good fun.

Fair enough.

As long as someone knows what he is doing, and can handle the consequences, I will stand by him as a friend.

Still, most importantly, know your true intentions, and stay true to it.

Just like the flashing saga, I think it’s the same for Kenny, and SPG.

***

All the others left for supper at 1 plus, whilst only Janice, Kenny and I were left for the night.

We boogied at Attica Too, and Kenny took a video clip of us dancing on the podium.

I didn’t know I look hideous when I dance.

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

I went to the toilet to answer a call, and Vamptress called to say she won’t be joining us at Attica anymore.

It was then when David came into the female’s toilet to ask us to look for a girl in black for him.

Guess she was pretty drunk and fell asleep in the cubicle or something.

Oh well.

***

It was 3am when Kenny and Janice could take it no more, and all 3 of us left.

We went for supper at Mohammed Sultan, and it was 4 when I finally bade Janice goodbye.

Somehow, Kenny and I started sitting by the bus stop, and engaged in a chat.

I didn’t really have the chance to catch up with him the other time round, and it was finally the chance to.

It dragged on till 6am, when the rain started pouring.

He would have wanted to leave earlier, but the scrooge in me had wanted to wait till 6am for the midnight surcharge to halt.

So, he waited with me too, and we finally did have a decent chat.

Shared my views on certain incidents that happened, and why the fear of crowds.

My cab finally came after a long wait, and I finally reached home when the day broke.

***

It is always in crowds, when politics happened, and people do things we could hardly comprehend.

We all have a different set of morals. And as much as we try not to be judgmental at times, we do get clouded by our own standards.

I am glad I acquired some really brilliant friends through blogging who truly take me as a friend, and I could feel true concern and love flowing from them.

There is also a group where it is all about merry-making, that brings emptiness to me everytime when events ended.

People sometimes do have hidden agenda and such, you know?

I know.

Because after Bloggers.SG, some female bloggers reflected to me that they had received indecent proposals from guys who had took noticed of them during the convention.

Yes, male bloggers.

And some had said that some male bloggers were being really intrusive with their personal questions that it almost became sexual harrassment.

And some, had used gossips that happened throughout the event as fodders to establish the kind of ‘bonding’ for their own benefits.

I don’t know.

I am glad I have my close friends.

And I decide to keep them, for good.

Others?

I don’t know.

If they are keen to be mine, I will be keen too.

For those I had met at Bloggers.SG, I did enjoy myself with you guys, too.

I wished I had more time to talk to you guys and know you guys on a more personal basis though.

Especially the girl who was at Attica, and used to study in River Valley, and her friend, a blogger who is non-local. It was good seeing you girls

And finally, I declare this entry, a wrap.

*BOWS*

Now, it’s time to count how many enemies I had made, now.

Tomorrow, is picture galore.

Promise it will be something less solemn, and more… visually stimulating.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETANUS!
Please *cough* redeem your striptease from FF and I when you return.

If I may, I would like to blog about the bloggercon(‘I was conned by bloggers!‘, some said.) in an honest manner.

But, it has been a tedious 3 days, and I have yet to blog about a quaint Friday which I had, and ended up as another trip down memory lane.

Will follow up with the entry, finally, after this entry.

It didn’t go well with PMS, really.

Good thing is, I am finally bleeding and all the swings and emotional turmoils had ceased.

Hereby, I would like to thank those who had been extremely patient with me.

Ah 9, especially(Sorry mate, I promise next time I won’t be so rude!).

And the sweet D & G, who endured 2 days of crankiness of me, and fulfilled my insatiable urge for anything chocolatey. D for Darling, I say.

Yes, why not the long-awaited entry on blog conference, you ask?

Reached home at 7am on Saturday itself.

Out till 3 am last night, and a phone call from 3.40am to 12.10pm had broken my longest phone call record of 8 hours by half an hour.

*Applause*

(Freaking blardy hell, the 2 pimples on each side of my cheek are pissing me off. I HATE PMS!)

And to think I had just mentioned the record set 9 years ago in an entry just a couple of entries down.

Whoever he is, his stamina deserves a mention.

To sit through 8 ad half hours of my nonsense, alright!

So, everything had to wait till now.

And of course, lotsa brainstorming to do before I could pen something magnificent about Bloggers’ conference, yet diplomatic and tactful enough so no one would take it the wrong way.

Ah. The trickiness of things.

So, for the time being, I wanna talk about the Friday I had.

A strange one, indeed.

So strange.

Met up with Wenwei, who was a classmate of mine from Qihua Primary School.

I had not seen him since 7 years ago, when I made a trip to Shrewsbury to visit him and another ex-classmate of mine.

That trip, took up a couple of days, but it was all that was enough to pair him up with this lovable lass, Huina.

And, the meetup at Takashimaya Library was the first time I saw Wenwei since we bade goodbye in the cold 7 years ago, in a foreign land.

Together with him, was the same girl, who stole his heart, for good.

He then suggested I join them and their mates from University College of London for dinner, which I shamelessly accepted cos it was too much a pleasure meeting up with the duo that I would love to catch up with them a little more before they due to fly back on Sunday(yesterday).

Cos, I was darn late due to the sudden downpour that the meetup lasted less than 45 minutes.

I then had to cancel a dinner date with Jean and Erica.

How nostalgic.

A train ride to City Hall, a walk to Esplanade.

While on the way to Esplanade, a slim figure sashayed by, and I curved a warm smile to greet her.

Sharon, my MDIS advanced diploma classmate, with her friends on a weekend evening.

Less than 10 steps on, a goodlooking face brushed that familiarity again.

Lingshen, my MDIS advanced diploma classmate, too.

What a coincidence.

Stopped by for a brief catchup.

Mate, if you’re still reading me, you better move your arse and start blogging again!

And man, you’ve blossomed(?) to a fine looking man! *whistles*

***

Over dinner, though I did feel a tad out of place, I enjoyed watching the exchange, observing the people without the need to socialise.

They were nice people, and I somehow feel comfortable despite not engaged much in the conversations.

It was good, in my opinion, since I was feeling the quiet mood seeping in.

I thought I saw a familiar face, but couldn’t quite put the details to her face.

I asked if she was from River Valley. No.

Wrong person, I guessed.

Way into the dinner, a brief chat was struck up between me and the pregnant lady again.

She teaches music in NUS, she said. She studied music in London.

‘Were you at Hwachong night in 1999?’

Hwachong night is a dinner-and-dance thingy held in London for those affiliated to the junior college.

I remember her as a graceful young woman with long hair back then, and she was sitting at the same table as Evon(my housemate who was from Hwachong) and I did.

I actually remember her.

She got married to a guy, who wasn’t her boyfriend back then, but was also at the same table as us 6 years ago!

How bizarre is that?!

After a round-about, it is back to the starting point to draw a full circle.

Me, Huina and Jenny.

You think that’s all?

You think so?

Throughout the dinner, they mentioned one of their mates, Michael, who was late.

As the dinner ended, I didn’t realise Michael actually did sneak in somewhere along the way.

It was then when the group wanted to take a group picture, and the guy stood up, did I gasp at the face which I recognised.

I asked Wenwei where the guy was from, and exclaimed, ‘Oh my God, he’s from Cambridge Tutors’ College, and a year my senior!’.

Yes, he was from the same college as I was, back in the United Kingdom days.

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

And the first day when I arrived at Croydon, he was the one who brought my parents and I around the college.

And, he was the one who nipped some of my home-cooked food when I brought lunch to school.

HOW SMALL IS THE WORLD?!

Not surprisingly, my excitement wasn’t well-received.

Cos, he didn’t recognise me AT ALL.

I then mentioned a few names, and I said I was Evon’s housemate.

He could actually remember!

But he still couldn’t put my face to it.

Just so coincidentally, I took a picture of my UK days’ picture with my digital camera cos I don’t have a scanner some time back.

The sole picture of my UK days in my camera, undeleted for whatsoever reasons unknown of.

I scrolled to the picture and he was jolted from his memory block, ‘OHHHHHHHHHHHH IT’S YOU! You changed so much!’

How quaint. This little thing called ‘timing’.

7 years on, in another land from the one we first met.

It was a night full of pleasant surprises, and loads of splashing memories thrown in my way.

As I bade the group of them goodbye, they left yet another trail of memories which I do not know where it would lead me to in years to come.

It was beautiful, thank you, strangers.

And, Dr Huina, Dr Wenwei, and Dr Ting.

Woops.

Yah, right. Dream on.

Take care pals, you guys are incredibly lovely. I will definitely miss you guys.

***

I had too much to digest from the night.

And I strolled down Esplanade, burrowed through the underpass, and got to the quiet park, where the crowd ceased.

I enjoyed the peace of the night and thought back about the people whom had grazed my life briefly in these years.

A message came in. From Jean, who asked me where Hideout is.

She had heard raves about it and was keen to check it out with Erica.

Coincident thing was, I was strolling towards Hideout to meet up with Finicky Feline for some coffee and drinks, with me bursting with private stuffs I had wanted to share with her.

They were already at Boat Quay and I was reaching the place.

They said they would wait for me.

There, at Boat Quay, I met up with Jean and Erica.

And?

Erica was my secondary school classmate, remember?

So.

In a nutshell.

Primary school classmate.
Secondary school classmate.
UK College mate.
2 x Diploma classmates.

I have met one each from the institutes I was from in one single day.

With only one preplanned.

Life. Doesn’t it play such amazing pranks on us from time to time?

The pleasant surprises did bring a smile to my face, cos I was glad to have seen them well.

At the same time, the inferiority complex was seeping in, again.

Ouchy ouchy ouch.

***

I declined the invitation from FF to head up to Hideout despite everyone whom I had met before was there.

I was in a pretty reclusive mood, and was reluctant to socialise.

Had expected only one babe to meet me at the foot of it.

The horror of horrors was when I saw there were more.

I felt an intrusion of my comfort zone and immediately shied away.

Albeit a tad rude.

I refused to join, simply because I did not feel like talking and it might come across as pretty hostile.

‘Why are you so cold to me?’ Kenny asked.

I knew it!! It would just give the wrong idea.

Precisely.

If I had went up, everyone would be asking me the same thing. That’s why I had not wanted to be part of the crowd at all, but to have a quiet chat instead, cos it wasn’t me being cold nor hostile, cos I was simply not up to it.

After some chocolate mousse cake and drinks at TCC, and some pleasant quiet but nice company with Erica, Finicky Feline and Jean, who didn’t question my crankiness, but endorsed my passport to sulk due to a big bout of PMS, I was calmed.

We adjourned to the coffee shop for more pratas after Erica and Jean left.

It was then when Ah 9 came over to say ‘hi’, while I was tired and exasperated, and responded in a pretty harsh way.

Bad Ting. Bad, bad, Ting.

My bad, really.

*SULK SULK SULK*

He survived my frosty, snappish mood!

And can you imagine the sweetie can totally empathise with the awkward feeling, and totally not fault me for that?!?!

Guys rock!

They do.

SOMETIMES.

Decided to say hi to Joel whom I promised I would say a quick hi to over MSN.

The not-so-big-in-size Joel with me.

The ever-fantabulous FF. And Little Cart Noodles, once again, this is for you.

Gavin offered a lift home, probably fearful of and that concluded a long night.

Of memories. Shaken and stirred.

The night, was long.

It was then, followed by a replay of the people that had came into my life, and the memories that followed.

The feeling was, one of, as cliche as it may sound, bittersweet.

Sour, and spicy, too.

If I were given the chance to choose to do something over again, what would I have chosen?

I asked myself, many times, for the night.

Can someone file my thoughts neatly into a folder, accordingly?

For now. It’s time, for a nap, finally.

… an overwhelming sense of loneliness when there are more people around you?

… diminishing happiness as the laughs and smiles became more constant?

… less significant when people make you feel important?

… more detached from reality when it was a clearer picture?

… the air freezing in the hot, humid night?

… the more you drink the more sober you get?

… the more intoxicated you get when you stay away from the alcohol?

… the nicer the words you hear, the more discouraged you are?

… it was all coming apart when everything was united?

… the harder it was when it seems easier?

… the lamer it gets when it is meaningful?

… the more you wanna hide when the more exposed you are?

… you do not belong here when it is a gathering of your own kind?

… you want to know, yet do not want to be known?

… the further it gets when you stand nearer?

… the more everlasting it is when it was brief?

… you were in total darkness when the world is beautifully litted with brilliance?

I did.

When the bland sky was jolted awake by the colourful litters of sparks.

I think it wasn’t quite welcomed.

Or to me, only.

It was almost painful to watch.

A tear fell.

Like the only star, that was frightened by the invasion, and chose to flee.

Flustered, aimless, and could never return.

Back in the public eyes cuts down quite a big of the blogging zest.

Had put off this recap for quite a while, just because.. well, I don’t know, really.

First thing first. Holy Molly Moo Moo Cow! Mr Philip Ong had *GASP OUT REAL LOUD* started a blog!

HUH?! *Utter disbelief*

To think he had once thought blogging is a juvenile thing.

*Stifled laughters*

***

Sunday.

I got myself emotionally prepared as I left home to meet Yueyang at Choa Chu Kang, supposedly at 4.

Once I reached the station, the heavy rain started pouring, with the macho wind unstabling me.

It wasn’t before long, that I saw a familiar figure.

Shukun.

Who was a friend I knew from Shubin when I was mere teenager, who later on, became one of the bikers whom I met occasionally when we went rounding.

He still holds the record for the longest phone call I ever had.

Then I saw another lanky figure.

Jiafu.

Surprised.

Jiafu is actually my primary school mate who ended up as Shubin’s classmate and closest friend in junior college.

What did I say about my past catching up with me?

And.

Finally, Yueyang came.

He was the first ever guy who gave me flowers. Lilies. Christmas, 1996.

We used to play basketball together.

And we took a cab to the temple, where Shubin’s tablet was.

I stepped into the drizzle, and everything felt surreal.

It’s quaint how everything works.

Shukun was Wenwei‘s classmate, and Shubin’s too, in secondary school.

Whilst Jiafu was in the same class as Wenwei and I in primary school.

And since Shukun was in the biking circle, he briefly knew Philip too.

The visit to the temple was brief, and I wasn’t involve in any of the rituals or practise.

We later strolled in the drizzle to the nearby food court for lunch.

As we paced in the rain, Jiafu and Yueyang hyped the walk with jokes and jibes at Shubin, as if he was in the midst of us.

And, I wasn’t spared as the tiny crush he had of me back then was fodder for gossips for the day.

Merciless teasings that diverted me of the brief grief I had.

I thought I would be emotional. But I realised I had been, for the past years, but I actually put down a lot of that, after this meet up with the guys.

I’ve learnt, to remember him in another way. The way, his closest had chosen to remember him by.

We then took a cab to his flat, where his parents were waiting.

It was a standard practice that the guys would visit the parents, and chat with them.

It was therapeutic, I feel.

The parents spoke mostly of their faith.

How Shubin was like when he was a baby.

How they had coped with it since then.

I saw their great reliance on the buddha, and tried hard to convince the rest of us, as well.

I smiled politely most of the time, despite my growing discomfort.

I didn’t feel offended. In fact, I felt it was sweet of them. That they had the welfares of us within them.

I smiled, cos I didn’t want to crumble their emotional support all these while.

That was what kept them going.

And the anti-social brother of his, who stirred me the most that day.

I saw a boy, with the pressure to excel cos he’s the only son and child after the demise of his brother.

I saw a boy, who doesn’t like to be compared to his brother who was always doing better than he is.

I saw a boy, tired. I could feel the sting when the mother said how he is just not capable of going to the 2 top local universities in front of the massive group of us.

And how Shubin would be the filial son, and yet the brother is a spendthrift.

I feel, cos I know how comparisons could kill, and more importantly, hurt.

And yet, I saw the love.

The mum spoke of how desperately he wants to head overseas for studies, yet she could not bear to let go, cos he’s all that they have now.

‘If he’s overseas, my heart and worries will be faraway with him everyday.’

But perhaps, he would think the parents were just biased.

Don’t pull the rubber band too hard.

***

I left, with lotsa thoughts going through.

No longer that of Bin, but that of those around him.

I learnt a great deal of lesson on love, that day.

So much to digest.

***

Monday.

Eventless.

In the evening, Kunsheng, asked me out for dinner for a brief catch up, after last meeting up last year.

This again, is a quaint chain of people who got in contact.

Kunsheng was from my secondary school, from a different class though.

We met again last year when I met Yueyang at Mambo.

He was with Yueyang, and apparently, they were friends from National Junior College.

I recognised him by face, and asked if he was from River Valley, though he could not recognise me.

So from there, we met a couple of times.

Yeap, Yueyang was the one I met just a day before, and Kunsheng wasn’t aware of the meetup, at all.

So, how quaint is the chain of friendships?

Anyway.

Kunsheng knows Denise, too. They realised they have a common friend in me when Denise brought up about ‘a friend who lives at XXXX’ and he thought it sounded familiar.

Apparently, Kunsheng is now working at where I used to work, and Denise is going to join the same company too!

Freaky.

So, he picked me up for dinner, and we went to Esplanade for dinner, before sitting at the California bistro for drinks thereafter, with a friend’s of his.

I have had enough of people telling me how much weight I had put on.

Diet, I shall.

Early night, cos I was feeling so exhausted.

***

Tuesday.

Eventless, as usual.

Until evening.

It was drinks with FF and gang at Wala, and I was getting pretty restless.

Tired, too.

Pre-menstrual.

I get tired so easily these few days.

I shall give myself a break from the gatherings for a few days, and opt for quiet meet-ups with closer pals instead.

I left for a friend’s place to stayover for the night.

I had to cos whole column of my building was having major maintanence, and electricity would be cut on Wednesday from 8am-6pm.

I didn’t want to be baked by the stifling heat, nor the utter boredom.

I fell asleep while watching DVD, and that was the earliest night I had in the past month!

Whee.

I will be back to my normal routine, soon.

***

Wednesday was a day of utter bumming.

Wake up.

Breakfast.

Yes, I woke up early enough for breakfast.

After watching Bad Boys II, it was lunch.

Then it was High Fidelity.

I tell you, John Cusack is such a cutie.

I already blogged about him in Serendipity.. and I shan’t go on.

I like the show.

Simply because it kept things real.

Not exceptionally sweet nor overly romantic, but it was something that was thought-provoking.

How blandness normally would just push us to look for something else, and we often fail to realise we are chasing after nothing but a fantasy.

A fantasy is just what we choose to see, and what flaws we choose to oversee.

That perfect image which reality could not keep up with.

Can anyone accept the bulging layer of lard that’s manifesting on me?

And the bouts of rashes and zits as the time of the month drew near?

It applies to marriage too.

Why people would want to opt out, or look elsewhere when the spark sizzles.

Oh well.

It was 7 when I finally left for home and embrace the comfort of my own home!

Whee!

Nice.

I miss my baby pillow so much.

***

Alright.

I shall indulge in the comfort of my room again today, not going anywhere.

Reading a book, or popping in another VCD.

Aww…. such bliss.

***

At Wala’s on Tuesday.

I had barely warmed the seat as Tetanus flaunted to me the wallpaper to his phone.

I smirkly whipped out my phone, and flashed my wallpaper in his phone.

Gavin enthusiastically offered his, too.

FF joined in and showed-off hers, too.

My oh my!

We all had the same ones!

Hey peepz, have you got the hottest handphone wallpaper in town yet?

***

Beautiful evening as I caught the remainings of its brilliance. The sky of many hues.

I strolled out of the estate, with a tiny skip attached to each step.

I browsed the environment which housed me for the past 10 years.

Everything is of such familiarity, yet immensely foreign.

On my left, a mourning family was attending to a wake.

No signs of grief. Perhaps reality had sunk in.

Walked on.

The whiff of chlorine choked me a little.

The pretty shade of blue perked me up a little as I enjoyed the sight of people littered across the pool.

No hunks. What a pity.

I felt something.

And the rapid ripples started to form as the rain hit the water.

Suddenly, it ceased.

I quickened my pace.

***

The skies held for another few minutes and I finally made it for the coffee shop, unscathed and dry.

***

I tucked in and the slight growls unsettled me a little.

Suddenly, it poured.

The world right before me blurred.

***

I stood up after the very quick dinner.

It was a very quick trip to the grocery stall which didn’t take up more than 10 minutes.

I grinned as the world was clear again.

I stepped out into unsheltered world, embracing the moist, cold, air.

I felt the sand hitting my legs as the slippers slapped the puddles of water on the tarmac.

More roars were heard, despite of the skies’ dry mood.

***

Splatters on the window panels were heard the moment I stepped into the comfort of home.

Heavy, heavy rattles.

Erratic.

Like a woman’s swing.

What a tease.

***

I had a weird dream last night.

I dreamt of my mum’s eldest brother being battered, walloped by someone who cornered him into a room.

I heard the screams, pleads, which pierced through the quiet night, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

I started screaming in fear, covering my ears, refusing to hear his pain anymore.

Those relatives around me tried hushing me.

I started praying in tongues in between sobs.

I jolted awake cos it was too painful a scene for me to handle.

Strange.

***

In another instalment of the same dream, I dreamt I had a boyfriend.

Very familiar face.

As I flipped the magazine today, I saw that face.

How coincidental.

Hawick Lau. Yup, that’s his name.

I have no idea how the dream came about, though.

Will you guys just forgive me for my poor usage of the English Language?

I mean, cut me some slack! I only managed a pathetic C5 *sneer* for my ‘O’ levels English, ya know?

*Pouts sadly*

I mean, can’t blame me cos I am Chinese-educated most of my life, you see.

And I am born stupid.

Bad genes, I have.

I am so sorry that I used ‘hiatus’ instead of ‘break’, like what Ben(refer to tag, please) had pointed out to me.

ben: **** ****.. hiatus? how many days was she away? haaha a hiatus or a joke? looks more like a joke

Ting: hiatus means a break, a pause, darling. sorry i didnt get to read the **** **** to know wad you trying to say.

ben: bull**** ting… next time, dont use hiatus, use break, your england is really bad!!!

Ting: ben: hmmm my bad, will use a simpler form of english, just for you, the next time or wud u wanna use dictionary.com urself?

ben: your breasts are big, i hope your brains are likewise. hahah

Ting: ben: sadly my brains are not big enuff to know what hiatus mean.. and those boobs r pre menstrual.. or else they are pretty small, proportionate to e size of my brain =D

Alright. My bad, I’m terribly sorry.

hi·a·tus (h-ts)
n. pl. hi·a·tus·es or hiatus A gap or interruption in space, time, or continuity; a break: “We are likely to be disconcerted by… hiatuses of thought” (Edmund Wilson).

n 1: an interruption in the intensity or amount of something

I think I should use dictionary.com more often.

Or rather, I should cease to use it.

It teaches me wrong thing.

Tsk tsk.

I’m so sorry, Ben.

I will improve my England by using simpler forms of words, deal?

Muack!

And you people, be nice to my darling, please. Don’t be too harsh on him, cos that’s just the way we communicate.

I think he is in love with me I’m in love.

Whee!