Hello, Earth.

I am stranded in a faraway land where I do not call home.

Then again, am not too far away, since I am now just less than 10 minutes away from Woodlands.

But AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.. This is gonna be one whiney post.

I am always whiney, and full of anguish when I am back here in my supposed hometown.

Home? I see no relevance or whatsoever to this place, really.

Except that I was born here.

Yet, I feel like a total misfit. Unbelonged. At all.

I don’t speak their language. I don’t even speak Mandarin with their hilarious accent.

Wait a minute. How does the national anthemn sound like, anyone?

I don’t know, really.

And brilliantly, my first few hours of setting foot into my motherland had been disastrous.

Which somehow explains why there isn’t any updates from me, and that I was almost uncontactable.

Anyway.

Yeap, someone do tell me who I was trying to kill at the end of this entry.

On Friday, seriously deprived of sleep(what sleep? I didn’t even nap!), I ventured out of home, to meet up with Mysterious Martin.

With patches of rashes, and darn horrendous complexion, I wonder how the ghastly sight might traumatise the mass public. As much as I didn’t feel like going out, I still did cos my phone was waiting for me to pick it up.

Martin is a great man with a heart of gold.

He’s pudgy, in his 30s, and a family man.

*Hits fist into palm*

His parting words were, ‘Be careful with your phone, don’t lose it again.’

I am indeed touched. I mean, for a stranger to be of such caring and unselfish nature, it’s almost impossible to find in such a dog-eat-dog society, darling.

I wished I had bought some chocolate cake for him as a gesture of gratitude.

I am a good girl, hence, my good karma. Hehehe.

God bless that magnificent Martin.

I saw him walking out of the station’s gates, and saw him venturing in again after passing me my phone.

Gee.

Anyway, I wonder who was I trying to kill when I decided to join FF, Gavin, Jane Doe, VampTreSS, and Vociferous Kitten at Marina Square’s Carl’s Jr.

I was in such a delirious state that I tripped twice when I was on the phone, walking from the MRT station to Marina Sqaure.

Both times with a bundle of afterwork crowds behind me to witness the hilarity of it.

Argh.

At least I didn’t fall and hit my head or something.

After dinner at Carl’s Jr, bowling beckons.

As a *cough* lousy bowler, and pretty much in too much a daze to concentrate on it, I declined when invited to join in the game.

I decided sitting around, and zoning out will pretty much suffice.

The restlessness soon sept in and I decided to join them when they were into their 2nd game, since Kitten was leaving.

I still have no idea why he calls himself Kitten since it sounds pretty gay to me. And he surely doesn’t look as tame and small-sized like a kitten. Woops.

Miss I-don’t-know-how-to-bowl chipped her nails, and scored the lowest for the round.

But she later on wrapped the night with chants of ‘hustler’ from her clique, with a score of 128 to top the night. *smirk*

I really don’t know how to bowl one. Anyhow, really.

Must be cos I was in a daze.

Jane Doe offered us a ride to Boat Quay, where we dropped by Hideout since Vamp had never been there before.

I was almost falling asleep.

Until I got to squeeze Vamp’s boobs.

The absolute darling who has been really kind to me.

Anyway, we left shortly and I shared a cab with FF and her GCB.

Good Catholic Boy, that is. What were you thinking?

I fell asleep in the front passenger seat, and wasn’t even aware when both of them alighted.

I was only jolted awake cos I had an extremely weird dream.

I will never want to sit in the front passenger seat again.

I dreamt of the cab-driver molesting me when I was asleep.

Bleah.

***

Apparently my brief trip to Hideout had someone spotted me.

Damn. My pictures-masking is not working.

People still recognise me from my eyes.

***

I fell asleep with the lights on, glasses on, MSN windows on, and clothes on.

I was THAT tired.

***

Had planned to come back to Malaysia on Saturday but didn’t cos didn’t really want to spend the weekend here.

It was then coffee with VampTreSS and Elizabeth at Liang Court.

Where I bumped into Jingle and some of the bikers.

The 3 of us then left for Attica, where we spent most of the time watching the crowd, and a certain Miss Auntie with her fabulous dancing moves.

(The desktop here in the cybercafe is so crappy that I get all drained out with all the lagginess. Argh.)

Guess what. They thought the resident-flirt, David, was pretty cute. Ha. *wink wink*

It was supper with VampTreSS, and we met one of her friends, Su, who reminded me so much of Vyas.

Yes, Vyas the General Practitioner from London.

Anyway, I heard Su has a nice butt and good moves.

Mmmm.. can’t wait to catch him in action.

On the dancefloor, that is.

They then started telling me they have a nice, cute friend who is really a looker.

I don’t have to repeat how small the world is when I realised the looker, Shawn, is actually a fellow biker whom I had met on countless occasions.

HE IS NOT CUTE.

Spent the night over at Vamp’s.

I like her room and her window. Hehehe.

It was a night of nice, long talk.

If you know the both of us, most probably we had bitched about you.

***

Who was I trying to kill?

I got back home, had a nice shower, and thought that I should boil some water for a nice, hot drink at 9am.

It then struck me, I already had boiled some water.

But.. but…but…

That was 16 hours ago, at 5pm in the evening or some sort!!!!

I dried myself, wrapped a towel round me and strolled to the kitchen cautiously.

I do not know whether to heave a sigh of relief or not when I realised the stove was still litted, with the metal tin in a bright shade of amber.

Yeap, it had burnt for more than 16 hours, and the water was then dried up, with the metal turning red.

Thank God. He had His angels looking after me, and my house.

***

Met VampTreSS for dinner at City Hall cos I had her IC and Credit cards with me when I left her home that morning.

It was then I caught a cab to the checkpoint.

I panicked when I realised my purse was not with me.

I stayed in the cab for an extended 5 minutes and emptied everything out of my big bag before I realised it was wedged in a compartment of the bag.

*curse curse swear swear*

I swear I am not a doofus.

***

I felt a great deal of unease when I reached back slightly after midnight.

I headed for the cybercafe, and lounged for a couple of hours before I hiked a cab back to my apartment, where my parents are not around till the 28th cos they are holidaying in Australia.

I was irritated when i was refused entry to the apartment just because they failed to recognise me.

I then had to cite my dad’s name, my mum’s name, and my dad’s carplate number.

Then? They asked to see my house keys!

Fine.

I whipped out my identity card where my address was stated clearly on it.

Guess what?!

They took my IC, and issued me a visitor’s pass instead!!

HELLO!?!!! My address is written on it darling!

The audacity!

Fine.

I couldn’t speak their language anyway.

So, seeing the sitaution and how I was spilling swish-swish-swosh-swosh English, the stupid cab driver demanded 20 ringgits for the short trip.

And the idiot in me didn’t even put up a fight.

Let me explain how it works.

I took a cab from my place to the internet cafe this evening. The fare on the meter was 4.20.

So, normally, the cab drivers won’t go according to the fare. They would normally charge me 6 or 7 ringgit.

Fine, it was past midnight last night. But 20 ringgits? That is midnight robbery!!!

And to think I put on my sweetest tone and went ‘Uncle, you cannot cheat me you know, where got RM20 so expensive one?’.

Still, I gave the RM20.

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

Argh.

When I got back home, I dug out my trusty 8 year-old laptop.

I would love to tell you how good Acer is.

But noooo. That bastardy Acer prompted: Operating System not found.

Horror of Horrors!

I was then stuck without everything.

I can survive without my phone.. but internet access?

Kill me!

I went to the living room to watch some television, and realised the reception was really bad and it gave me nothing but cranky images.

Woe is me.

And I do not have enough ringgits on me.

But thankfully, the ringgit threw in by Wallflower over a dare at Zee 10 some time ago came in handy.

I feel imprisoned here!

It doesn’t help when there already is so much resentment towards the place and the people here.

Oh. Did I mention I had food poisoning from the Maggie Goreng I had last night?

And the cranky desktop I am blogging on now is giving me too much trouble.

So I will hop over to MNG to check out the things there, catch a movie by myself, read a book, chalk up a mighty high phone bill with long-distance phone calls back to Singapore, and repeat this routine for the next few days.

Ahhhh.. I love you Singapore. Will you just make me one of you?

I so much want to blog everything in a much more interesting manner but it’s almost impossible with the horrid mood and computer.

Can someone sponsor me a Fujitsu lifebook instead?

I promise to be good.

I should get myself out of here right away cos the guy next to me is scratching his balls non-stop.