And no, I am no Richard Branson. I certainly hope he didn’t copyright his title or else if he decided to sue me……

He doesn’t have to. All he needs to do is to crush me with the amount of money he makes.

I have quite a lot going through my head today.

Let’s start solemn.

***

I am itching all over. Some evil mossy gave me really potent bites. The bites are hideous, itchy, and redder than love bites.

*curse curse swear swear*

My right leg is badly scarred. Wonder why did the mossy not attack my left leg though.

My face is itching all over too. Especially my forehead and cheeks which are covered with patches of rashes, peeling and scaling.

*Controls my nails*

…….. I … need… a… good… scratch.

Did I say I will start solemn? Yah, getting ugly rashes is depressing and is potentially hazardous to my well-being and sanity.

So it’s definitely a serious subject.

***

A friend called me yesterday to tell me how someone threatened to sue her over the contents on her blog.

She had blogged about how she found the lady unreasonable, and expressed utter abhorrence on her childish behaviour.

Truth is, her actions were rather ridiculous in my opinion, and it was just right for my friend to give a factual account, coupled with her personal opinion.

There wasn’t any name callings nor any sort, ya know?

And, she did what?!

Threatened to sue?

Oh.

I am surprised I have yet to be prosecuted thus far, darling.

Don’t you guys dare to start throwing lawyers’ letters into my face, alright?

I scared.

***

A close friend of mine were going through this pretty rough patch.

A bitter relationship, that should come to the end of the road.

Who am I to say?

Who am I to judge?

A cancerous tumour.

The surgery itself is scary, and potentially excruciatingly painful.

Yet, after the intensity of the jitters are over, you get knocked out, and you went under the knife.

You bleed buckets.

You have a scar.

But, you walk out a healthier person, and a higher chance of revival.

And, you shall recover.

Don’t be afraid of how the operation might fail.

Such risks determine what we make out of life to its full potential.

It wasn’t doing you good.

And it surely ain’t doing her good.

What for?

Wonder why the Iranian Siamese twin sisters would rather die as individuals after 29 years of life together?

They had wanted to find a part of them which they never knew.

To that, death was not an element of fear.

Why should ‘lost’ be your fear?

Just loosen the grip of your ego.

***

And baby, this is for you.

I had fears.

I was alone.

All naked, exposed, and bruised.

I refused to lift my head up, frightened by the unknowns ahead.

And here, was my realisation some months ago:

I lost my phone last night.

In a cab.

I am surprised how pretty cool I am. Not much panic.

After dialing for like more than an hour without anyone picking up.

I surrendered.

Yet, something prompted me to try again.

I did.

A mesmerising male voice picked up the call.

Sexy.

Apparently, the fill-in-awful-names-here cab driver didn’t want to hold the responsibility, and he made the next passenger keep the phone, and asked him to do whatever he wants with the phone.

*Shows face of utter disgust*

But perhaps my darn cute wallpaper of Finicky Feline and me, was not enticing enough for him to want to keep the phone.

The very kind Mr Martin, would return my phone to me later over lunchtime.

Wheee!

I am so blessed. *beams*

I hope he is cute, single, sexy, and smart. I’ve decided that he is sweet to take the responsibility of my phone.

Oh, and not gay, hopefully.

I might decide to buy him lunch then.

But looking at the time now, I might just end up sleeping the day away before making my way down to town for my phone.

It might be dinner then.

Muahahahaha.

I think it is just smart of me to be using a mega-ly lousy phone with no camera function or whatsoever.

The only advantage one would get out of my phone?

My pictures.

Muahahaha.

And 155 kinky messages that are enough to illustrate my life story.

I hope you realise ‘kinky’ is a joke, cos no one would send me kinky messages.

Oh wait.

Unless you count the one which came in today from this guy who told me he wishes I could go to Sydney with him.

And he would like to whisk me away for a sponsored holiday.

Cannot.

I scared.

***

I went out with Sandralicious and Sillycelly last night.

Yeap, you heard it right.

Stop rubbing your eyes if you find it too unbelievable.

It was the first time I hang out with the 2 of them.

Supposedly, VampTreSS was supposed to join us, but was held up.

And those who already knew, there used to be some misunderstandings between Sandra and I.

I had wanted to rope in VampTreSS for the fear of extreme awkwardness.

Anyway, it might seem hypocritical to some, but as much as I was pretty guarded, yet it was pretty comfortable.

*Shrugs* I don’t know. Unless of course, time proves otherwise. As I had said, I have no reason to shy away.

So, we went to en lounge for some briefing for some stuffs.

Don’t feel like giving too much away, but it’s something I see great potential in for the local media industry. A breakthrough even, perhaps.

We later headed to Hideout.

Bland affair.

Met Will and beau.

Grabbed a bite at the coffeeshop, and met two Straits Times photojournalists.

There’s sometimes, I still wonder who the people around me, are.

***

Got back home early cos I felt handicapped without my phone.

***

Was blogging till 2 plus when a phone call came in and I headed out for coffee-cum-supper.

Couldn’t quite recall when I last donned my full-face helmet(NOW, I think I know where the itch comes from!) and the armoured jacket that had been left forsaken for the longest time.

What followed was the worst ride of my life. Yes, you can pillion me and wheelie anyhow-ly you want, but……. it’s a different story when you gets your life threaten with a violent twist of throttle when you gently remind your rider what a doofus he is when he doesn’t know his way.

Especially one was supposed to send me to Jurong, and ended up heading up PIE to Changi and didn’t realise until.. until.. until… 3 or 4 exits later.

Muahahaha.

Who says women are bad with directions?

Worse still? Being stopped in the middle of the expressway just because you laughed at his stupidity a tad too loud and his ego got dented.

Muahahaha.

Nonetheless, the perfect gentleman did send me to Orchard just because I needed a fix of chocolate ice-cream and brownie at 3am.

It was a nice talk, darling.

My eyes were tired after hearing all the whinings I had spewed.

I awe myself at times. I even bore myself at times!

How wonderful.

But alright, at least there was great entertainment.

Anyway, stayed beneath in the open, in the barely noticeable drizzle, and tried to clear my thoughts as I thought things out aloud.

It has to do with the talk I had with VampTreSS earlier yesterday on how aimless I feel, and how underachieved I had been.

Somehow, the picture did become slightly clearer.

Phew.

It was 6am when we reached the base of my apartment.

And as we sat in the open, continuing the thoughts-exchange, the sky changed its hues rapidly.

During that one hour in the carpark, drizzle ceased, doubts slightly cleared, getting sticky.

Children looked on to us as if we were aliens with our helmets in tow.

Adjourned the talk to my place and it was pretty interesting how motivation always come in the oddest form.

I still lack that confidence, somehow.

At least the heavy talks weren’t too suffocating cos I had been talking to people who could empathise, somehow.

9am.

10am, the talk continued on the phone.

I feel the path very clouded.

4 hours later, I still feel doubtful of myself and my ability to push myself through a major hurdle towards success.

Gee. All these talks are a tad too heavy for my cluttered brain.

What to do?

Women of great minds like me just have to deal with it.

Muahahahaha.

***

So.

Back to losing my viriginity.

Sunday. 17 July 2005.

Ah.

My first time.

With generous guidance from VampTreSS.

I didn’t expect that she was serious with imparting me her skills and knowledge in photography.

Seriously, I am so, so, so grateful to her, over her willingness to coach a slow-learning me.

So the coffee session on Sunday turned out to be a rather interesting event.

It was crashed by Brian, and Nick, both who are her pals. And later joined by Roy.

Small world is, Roy is actually Felix’s friend.

And yes, Brian, the gay boy himbo metrosexual with plucked neat eyebrows.

He would not be very happy if he reads this, but since my blog is of intellectual contents, I doubt he would survive thus far in this entry.

Anyhow.

Pardon the bad quality and amateurish efforts.

Just how I view the people around me when a group gathers. How individual reacts, and how they interact, and what caught my eyes.

Actually, I am not quite a portrait-taker. There might be unflattering shots, but I do like the pictures for their meanings, their moments, and my thoughts.

Here, I nervously present.. *drums roll* My first photographer stint!

Special thanks for the sporting Nick, Roy, Brian and Vamp who were annoyed endlessly by me since 7.30pm-3am.

And how Vamp took the time to resize and upload the pictures to send to me. (All pictures without yours truly were my *cough* masterpieces.)

Awesome, awesome.

And here.

The photographer acting cool. Click on the pictures for clearer view, please.

And the new Canon girl… is…

And the real photographer had to resort to using my miserably old Canon.

Incredibly, I love my first 2 pictures. At Pacific Plaza. Cafe.

I really like this picture of Vamp.

It was a great deal of information overload as I was taught manual focusing, shutter speed and white balance and such.

Seriously, I am still crap at those.

Muahaha.

A stranger yawning.

The despondent hand.

Interaction.

Solitude.

Somehow, I like this picture a great deal too.

Idle.

Clouded.

Lighter.

Infectious.

(He hates this picture. But, it’s the only vibrant picture.)

Blue steel.

Hilarious.

I just adore this picture lots. One of my favourites, definitely.

What shall we do?

Something suggestive, perhaps?

We need…. you wouldn’t want to know.

How sweet.

The below, are like a story illustrated by a series of pictures.

Don’t look at the arm, please.

Awoken.

Stolen glance.

Rebel.

Cold.

Cute.

Or rather, act cute.

*curse curse swear swear*

Adjourned to Scotts’ Foodcourt.

Kooky.

And yes, lil’ cart noodles, once again, me in costume of protest, and Vamp doing a double V!


Mad.

Demure duo.

Paths crossed.

Peek the next.

Mr Perky-Ass, or so he claims.

Towards Isetan Scotts’ McDonald’s.

Curious touch.

Firm.

I like this.

Unsure.

Hesitant.

Trapped, but defiant.

Smiling eyes.

Back-to-back.

Pensive.

Blogsurf @ Orchard.

Engrossed.

Threesome.

Boys @ Coffee Club.

I hadn’t sat on a bike for a long while, and a short trip from McDonald’s to Coffee Club at California Fitness was refreshing.

By Roy.

My favourite left.

My favourite right.

Reserved.

Could-have-been my favourite.

Subject’s eyes are constantly closed.

God knows why.

*grumble grumble*

He sucks.

You sexy thang, you.

All you gay boys out there, this is a treat.

Did you not read how he claimed he has a nice, perky ass?

Please direct all love-mail to hiphip@gmail.com.

Be gentle with him, will ya?

Anyway, he is straight.

Really.

Look at his nearly shaped brows and you would know.

Finally, signing off.

Without sleep.

I shall head out for my beloved handphone, and catch a glimpse of mysterious Martin.

I am tired.

And, a game of bowling later with my bunny-shopping mates(*chuckles*), anyone?