I didn’t quite have the time to blog much today, so I shall spare the lengthy recap and go straight into last night’s event before Raf kills me for not posting this up quick enough.

And yes, my computer is finally cured. Thanks to Kirk who had disturbed woke me up at 11am to turn up at my doorstep to backup and remedy the problem.

It was 12 plus when the property agent turned up with some clients to take a look at my apartment. Dad has the intention to move me to a smaller place.

Joey called to say that she would be reaching at my place with her friends around lunch time, cos I had promised her that I would help tutoring her for her upcoming ‘O’ levels resit.

But, the awful me wasn’t of much help and was more occupied by the thoughts of my dying computer.

Sorry babe, you will have my full concentration the next time, alright?

It was evening when Kirk finally left for home, and my computer is back to its feet.

Yay.

I only managed to sleep at 6 plus this morning, and was too exhausted to have a clear mind to blog when my computer welcomed me with open arms when it finally recovered.

VampTreSS and I had left Ivan’s home around 11 plus last night, and headed down to River Valley for supper with Nick until 4 plus in the morning.

It was interesting.

I didn’t expect the night to be erupted into a thoughtful one.

From the talk with Chrissy’s pals that left me pretty much in a melancholic state. I was wondering what it could have been if I was pushed further into depression. I could have became one of the extreme cases mentioned by the friend.

The friend is an adorable butch, who was relating to us her past relationships, and how all were filled with dramatic delevopments and exhausting emotional torment.

The bus ride to town with VampTreSS set me deep in thoughts.

We ended up at Spize cafe, waiting for Nick. Nick had asked us to join him at Dbl O(wah!), and the bespetacled and makeupless Ting wasn’t quite appropriately dressed for the occasion.

The hours spent at Spize Cafe was interesting. I shall not mention how one of the staffs there was unbelievably attentive.

He couldn’t stop smiling and waving at me, and I was slightly amused by the enthusiasm. Darn. I had hoped for some sort of discount for the meal, you know? And I was kinda picked up by him when I was waiting for VampTreSS outside the loos.

I bumped into Florence there too, and she had commented how the frame on my nose had made me almost inrecognizable.

I made a mental note that I shall never be lazy, and would force myself to pop in those lenses the next time I head out.

I decided I have a new favourite drink. Milo Gozilla. Less Milo drink, more powder to cap it off.

It made me have this crazy idea to head to the 7-11 and buy a tin of Milo, just to indulge in the powder ceaselessly.

Mad.

Nick and I had said we would one day shave bald together. Yay!

I shared my story of how I came to know Christ, and how I had came to accept Christ, and how I finally, was baptized and freed from the nightmares that had plagued me since I had believed in Him.

It was a trip down memory lane as I recalled the prophecy that was given to me by Pastor Amos during church camp last year, and the words spewed forth by Homer when he baptized me.

I was reminded of His grace. How He had brought me close to Him, personally.

And oh, I shall not mention how they were filling me in with the bits and pieces of the group, the extended group, and the further-extended group.

Basically the gist is, there will be plenty of yummy men!

But, I had asked for someone who is cute and intelligent, and he concluded that there is absolutely no one of such premier quality within the group. It’s a big group. So disappointing.

I either have to compromise cute factor for intelligence, or vice versa.

VampTreSS tried to think which sort would suit my taste, and concluded how almost no one in the group would.

And, plans had been set that I would be tagging along for some testerone-charged basketball game this Sunday, where the yummiest guys in Singapore would come together for some ball action.

Or so I was told. And it would be a bigger pool of potentials of top quality. Looks and brains. Moolahs and km/h.

Ripping muscles, trickles of sweat gliding down the defined chests, rich handsome focused faces lace with determination, tight butts prancing around of the court.

I am thinking of cargoing boxes of tissues there, and I would personally dry them off.

Perhaps, they could repay in kind by wiping the relentless flood of drool from the lusty Ting.

That stray drop of blood hanging from the edge of my nostril too.

I shall not mention the location, not because of my fear of competition. That too actually. But because, I do not want them to read this and ended up shunning the game this weekend.

Ho ho ho. -Sly smirk- Lecherously

Hurhurhur. -Rubs hands in glee- Lecherously

***

I plunged straight into the depths of my duvet, and napped.

After 3 hours, I woke up in a daze and was even more drowsy than before. It was 11pm.

This is no good.

Now, it is nearing 1, and I am slowly gaining back my alertness, and the slight motivation to blog.

I am hungry.

But it is drizzling out there.

***

I woke up to a series of missed calls, after only falling asleep at 8am on Tuesday, or rather, ‘Monday night’ to me.

That is another story altogether, but you guys would be updated, nonetheless.

Raf wants me to blog this first.

SBB wants me to blog about my, *cough*, surprise.

And I very much want to blog about my recaps(Sunday and Monday) as well as how Eileen is now in the delivery suite waiting to give birth to my god-daughter.

Geee.

So, first thing first.

Tuesday’s lunch with SBB was cancelled due to some stuffs that cropped up, and he left before we could have lunch together around noon time.

I was dead bushed and went back to sleep, only to greet the day when it was 4pm.

My ladies’ luck on Tuesday was incredible. If only I am a man. All the MOST desirable women wanted a piece of me. *cough*

The most original plan was to meet up with Janice for brazilian wax session together at 5 or 6(she didn’t confirm with me, so I wasn’t quite sure if it was 5 or 6), and head for Far East Square to meet up with Miguel who was going to leave his workplace for good this Saturday.

When I called her up, no one answered and I didn’t have the cue I needed to get ready. When she finally answered her phone, it was 4.30pm, and she informed me that the session was supposed to be at, *gasp* 5pm.

Duh, how was I supposed to wash up, get ready, get dressed, and rushed down to Orchard in that half an hour span?

So, she went ahead and it freed up some time for the other requests that had came pouring into my SMS inbox/MSN windows that very day.

Yes, yes ladies, I am trying to make myself sound like an absolute hot property amongst you girlies, and just play along, will ya.

Finicky Feline messaged me to say she would like to date me for dinner and a movie, and the way the sweetie had put it across so tenderly, I couldn’t say no.

I had put off a movie with her some time back, and I had really wanted to spend some time with her, turning the full-bitch mode on.

Before the plans were finalised, I had a 3-way chat with Jane Doe and VampTreSS, and VampTreSS was heading to town, and had asked me to join her at City Hall area.

I declined and said I would hang out with Finicky Feline around our area instead.

Awww.. it’s so hard to reject one for another, you know?

It was then, I realised I had a series of missed calls from Raf.

SBB and I were kept up most of the night before, and Raf was on the phone with us.

Wait, that sounds insanely wrong.

But er, well.. that’s another story.

Anyway, the babe had called when we were out, on the bike, in total exhilaration when someone had placed a call to her, at 3am in the morning!

She was too thrilled to be sleeping, and was on the phone with us(SBB spoke to her when I was bathing, and I chatting to her when he was bathing) again when we reached home.

She called again, with great timing, just after we had indulged in some lovey-dovey action.

And her messages came pouring in with unmaskable excitement when we lovey-doveyed *cough* again.

Wooohooo. Who could have stirred such an adverse reaction?

Stay tuned.

***

Dad left for the airport for a trip to China, yet again.

It will be for a few days, and he had packed my digital camera with him.

I sent him to the car porch, after realising he had forgotten the spare battery and charger.

Duh.

Thank God my uncle hadn’t arrived to pick him up then.

So for once, I don’t have it around me 24/7, and I realised how inconvenient it has been for me.

***

My phone was bombarded by her calls, and pouring SMSes, and she practically pleaded with me to stand Finicky Feline up, so that I could accompany her to make a trip to the airport.

But, my guilt towards my FF was too great, and I haven’t hang out with her for a long time. I really didn’t want to break my promise, again.

And I hadn’t watched a movie for a longest time, you know?

Let’s see.

3 movies in 2005.

Mr and Mrs Smith with Meiling.

War of the World with Finicky Feline.

Bewitched in August with me, myself and I.

Such sadness.

It was until Raf had refused to go off the line till I promise her I would accompany her to Changi(woe is me! The distance! Jurong, you know?!) and I could only muster a weak promise that I would check with FF, and I would only go if FF agreed to come along.

FF was such an absolute darling. I brought up the proposition to her that Raf really pleaded with me to be there, yet I really didn’t want to not meet her for the movie.

Eventually, Raf picked up the tab for our return cab fare, and FF was understanding enough to make a compromise of coming together with me.

She made the sacrifice of coming along to Changi, battling through the off-work peak traffic with me in the cab, and we were charged by the thought of having dinner at Popeye’s. Yummy!

Phew. I wonder how can guys ever juggle 2 or more women in their lives.

Good time management, I reckon.

Tsk tsk.

I couldn’t even manage 2 in a night! Then again, guys should take a cue from me that I could get 2 women to share me at the same time. Muahahaha.

As usual, Raf was late, and I was shopping around the duty-free shop with FF, when suddenly a private number flashed on my phone.

‘Hello! Where are you?’ came the thick, distinct voice.

‘Hi, I am at Changi Airport, what about you?‘ I, asking the obvious.

‘You here? I at Terminal 2.‘

‘Me too, at Terminal 2,’ I said without a hint of surprise. I already knew.

‘What are you doing? I no see you? I at counter 6,‘

I laughed. ‘I am doing some shopping near counter 12. Okay, I will go over right now, see ya.‘

‘Bye bye,‘ came the melodious voice.

***

FF and I strutted across the vast departure hall, and came to a halt to the 3 figures sitting at the seats, with Raf wedged between 2 guys.

I flashed a wide smile, and greeted the petite guy whom I had spoken to earlier on right before me with a customary air-kiss.

‘Hello! How long have your guys been waiting?’

He gave a mocked exasperating look, expressing how tiring the wait had been.

3 hours.

They will be there for another hour, the most.

I was then introduced to the other charming lad sitting next to Raf.

I was slightly shy, cos I had commented he was cute over MSN to the former guy, and he was right beside him when I said that.

Woops.

I wasn’t quite aware of what was it, there was this point when he head was tilted up and our eyes met.

Those eyes.

Man.

Gorgeous.

That stayed for a split second longer than it should, and he was oblivious and didn’t respond when his companion had called out to him.

Gosh. Sizzling hot.

FF didn’t quite share the sentiments I guess hehe.

We headed to Coffee Bean nearby.

We had a good laugh when the charmer had accidentally spoke in a train of words, foreign to us, and I turned to him, frowned, ‘Tsk tsk! English! That’s rude!‘

He flashed a megawatt grin and apologised.

Ouch. My eyes. So sparkling beautiful.

We laughed when the shorter charmer struggled and masked his embarrassment with his boyish, cheeky grin.

Mesmerising.

The shorter chap had juice, and the charming lad had tea.

The treat was on the hosts.

And may I present to you, our guests.

Toni Elias, on a stopover transit in Singapore.

He was in transit in Singapore for a few hours from Frankfurt, before he would fly to Melbourne for his race in Phillip Island, and *cough* had wanted to meet up with our gorgeous babe, Raf.

So, a call from him to her, woke her from the midst of her dream, which freakingly coincidental, was of him.

And his companion, fellow Spaniard, Pablo Nieto, of 125cc class.

His scruffy look, I like.

*Wipes drool*

And he was exceptionally yummy after he had cut his hair short.

I had earlier called Qiwei to inform her that I would be rushing to Changi to meet up with these 2 chaps, and if she had wanted to join, knowing how she had gushed about Nieto just weeks before. She had thought I was joking.

It was a series of laughters as we had animated expressions on our faces when we hit a wall over our ineffective communications.

Their boyish, helpless smiles, and totally clueless looks were priceless.

Toni Elias had received endless jibes from me, when I kept joking how it wasn’t a surprise he was in a daze cos he couldn’t understand us at all.

Pablo was definitely the one with more ease with English.

But it wasn’t too bad for Toni since he just need to give his hurt-puppy look to Raf as they flirted through eye-contact.

Awww.. the sweetness!

Woo, look at those muscles and the pearly whites!

We ended up being lost in translation as I mindlessly took his pouch and dug into his belongings to see what was in it.

For once, I know how does a Spanish passport look like.

I am pretty amazed how someone like him wouldn’t mind me lifting up Raf’s camera for a shot of his passport with all his details and identification number all within.

And, the 1.6m Toni, has extremely small feet.

Remember how I had said I have extremely small feet, even for a girl?

4 and a half.

Remember Marco?

The Italian whose feet roused our speculation of his… size.

Hmmm….

Shoe size.

And now, FF said, ‘Haven’t you heard about guys with small feet?‘

‘They have small shoes!‘ she answered with glee, after I raised my brows.

LOOK!

Toni’s feet are so incredibly small!

Geee!

And now… we wonder….

Hmmmm.

*Cough*

Anyway.

Toni was wearing an Alpinestar top, whereas Pablo was wearing a Dainese top.

Raf joked that she likes another rider who wears Alpinestar too.

Pablo had a glint in his eyes as he nodded knowingly, ‘Ah! I know who. The boy from USA.‘

‘Smart!‘ I laughed.

The girl opposite me was sheepishly admitting it with her giggles.

Yeap, Nicky Hayden, is her absolute fantasy(besides Robbie Williams, that is).

I sprung from my seat, and joked, anticipating a reaction from the lass, ‘So, do you have his MSN?’.

The 2 chaps nodded in a cryptic way, and the cheeky Pablo lifted his hand, rubbing his thumb to his middle and index fingers, suggesting that we would need to bribe him for that.

His expression was hilarious, and it was yet another round of laughters from us.

It was then I was trying to say the only Italian phrase I learnt was, ‘Vaffunculo’, which literally means ‘F*** you’.

Yesh, those guys speak Italian too.

Right after I had eagerly flaunted my limited vocabulary, I turned to ask Pablo what it meant with great enthusiasm.

‘Vaffunculo?!‘ he gave a hearty, conceded laugh. He conveyed it to Toni, and Toni too, gave a loud chuckle.

He gave a mocked ignorant look, a slight shake of his head, and went, ‘Oh, did you sayVaffunculo?? I don’t know, I really don’t know.‘

He said it with a straight face, while stifling his laughs.

I immediately regretted how rude it must have sounded. I don’t know how it happened, but I suddenly bowed my head, looking embarrassed.

I actually, blushed.

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

Pablo looked on to me in amusement, and starting sprouting Spanish to Toni, intrigued that I was actually blushing… from swearing in a foreign language unknown to me.

He then taught us how to say it in Spanish.

‘Keh… tar… lien… Por.. da.. Cu.. la…’ Or something like this.

I struggled, and he exclaimed an encouraging ‘Perfecto!’ which certified me an official Spanish swearer.

Muahaha.

I looked at Toni, and I practised my newly-learnt word on him.

He pointed to himself in disbelief, piecing his broken English together, asking if I had meant to say it to him.

I nodded, and he crossed his arms on the table, and buried his head down onto them and shook his head, as if he was hurt.

Aww. So cute.

I now, know how to pronounce Real Madrid the way the Madrid people do. My tongue was unable to unroll itself after learning it.

Barcelona boy is Toni, and Madrid man is Pablo. Whee.

We had joked that we were purposely delaying them so they would miss the plane and we could keep them with us in Singapore.

Possibly as hostages.

MotoGP riders kidnapped by Singapore ladies.

How cool is that for a broadsheet’s headlines?

Finally, it was time to bid them goodbye, before they embarked on yet another tedious plane ride to Melbourne, after 12 hours from Frankfurt, and couple of hours from Spain.

I had asked to take the picture of 3 of us together, and I heard a cheeky ‘Threesome eh?’ from Raf babe.

Wooohooo.

And I had wanted to take a solo picture with Pablo when he had mistaken that it was the 3 of us together.

I pouted and went, ‘Aww! No one wants to take picture with me only?! How sad!‘

He immediately gave a sympathetic ‘Aww…‘ and opened up his arms.

What a charmer.

And I sneakingly, took yet another shot.

Muahahaha. *Lusty laughs*

They had to go.

We sent them to the departure gate, before we waved them goodbye, and saw their backs diminishing into the sea of crowd inside.

The usual kisses on the cheeks, that friendly hug to wish them all the best for their trip and the coming race.

Pablo gave a forced look, and I could understand why after Toni had said Pablo has a shit bike that limits him on the track.

Ah well.

I gave Toni an encouraging hug, and wished him all the best after he had mustered his best ever results the previous race, and we would love to see more coming from him.

On top of that, Raf had her surprise. *wink*

FF and I could hardly contain our hunger, and Raf, bowled over with her thrill, didn’t even bother to break her fast!

I owed FF, that darling, a big one, with her patience, and her tolerance with putting up with our SPGism. Muahaha.

Too bad, nothing in this picture shows that we were at the airport. I love the airport! But it’s darn far away from me.

We made our way to Popeye’s at Terminal 1 by skytrain.

I squealed in delight when I boarded the train, and I was told by the 2 embarrassed ladies with me that, the tourists looked on, amused by my over-zealous joy, as if I was some country pumpkinbumpkin who had never been on it before.

Er, I did travel on it before, but, but, but… seldom, you know?

The biscuits at Popeye’s were so nice!

Finally could catch up a little with FF, whilst Raf zoomed in on the pictures and reviewed them over and over again.

I was eager to show Raf the picture I like of Pablo, and here, I present to you, a VERY flattering picture of the charmer we had met on that day.

Hold your breaths, ladies.

Yes, he is the same man as the one I smooched above.

Breathe, Ting, breathe.

I am not bullshitting when I say how I am bowled over by Spanish men recently.

Those eyes!

The smile!

Oh no, my eyes! I need sunglasses.

Did I mention that I was told recently that the most daft male from MotoGP is actually.. *gasp in absolute flabbergastion* the Spaniard, Carlos Checa?

I can’t believe it cos he had came across as a man of charm, confidence and wits.

Looks are deceiving. Sigh.

Finally, the 3 of us got tired, and hopped on the cab, FF with me, for an excruciating long ride home from Changi, back to the west.

FF was even so considerate to come up with 10 bucks for the fare despite the fact that it was my fault for dragging her down to somewhere so far away, and sapping her bare energy dry with the long distance.

I finally got home at 11 plus, ending the night with a call from SBB.

Whee, it was cool night.

***

Perhaps, I should be blogging about my Sunday, since I have a bit of spare energy, and not knowing when I will be blogging again.

I suspect I would be spending my day at the hospital tomorrow, Saturday out in town, and Sunday drooling over gorgeous guys.

By then, I would be ‘owing’ SBB a post(my Monday night recap), and ‘owing’ Eileen a post I promised her, to express my undying love to her on Rena’s birthday, after she lamented over my ‘Thank You’ post to SBB.

I can’t wait to cuddle the little bundle in my arms.

She should be having her first glimpse of the world tomorrow(or rather later today since it’s already the 14th).

EEEEE YEEER. I no longer blog for myself anymore. Muahahaha.

Anyway, last Sunday was pretty interesting, as I met up with Janice, who followed me to Cineleisure to catch a glimpse of people taking part in the Superhost contest.

$50, 000 prize money, you know?!

I chance upon Sharie, who was my secondary school mate. I last met her last year, when I met up with Hongsheng for coffee, and she was meeting him, too, then.

She is already in the media, working as a full-time deejay in a local radio station, so I was surprised by her taking part in the contest.

She didn’t make it though, sadly.

She came up to me, and suddenly asked, ‘Hey, were you on TV recently?‘

Perturbed by her sudden inquiry, I had thought she had seen me somewhere, which I didn’t know of.

I gave a very puzzled look, asking what she had meant.

It was suddenly, she asked if I was in Malaysia.

‘Oh…. MotoGP huh?‘ I answered a tad sheepishly

‘So IT WAS REALLY YOU?!‘

I had never expected her to be watching MotoGP, and she is actually a fervent fan of Rossi(who isn’t?).

She started raving how she had told her boyfriend it was me, and the boyfriend waved her off, saying, ‘Yeah… RIGHT.‘ when she exclaimed she knows me.

He asked how did she know me, and she replied through secondary school.

He further dismissed it with a laugh, saying how absurd it is, cos it is rare for a River Valley girl to be interested in MotoGP, and it’s impossible for someone from Singapore to be the brolly girl for the event.

I would have thought so too.

It was nice catching up briefly with her, seeing her going green with envy as I showed her the pictures of me smooching Rossi on the cheek.

Janice and I bitched in the queue(yes, she filled up a form for me), and it took a long while before they informed us that we could go back some other time, say, this Saturday.

Er, which would pretty mean I would be too lazy to give it a shot.

I was saying how embarrassing it is if someone recognises us and thought we are fame crazy.

No, we are just money crazy.

50 grand, you know?!?!?! Throw in a car too!

Suddenly, as we walked away from the queue, my dreaded moment came.

‘Scarlett Ting?’

Uh oh.

UH OH!

A pretty, sparkling-eyed girl said hi, and introduced herself.

Apparently, she had seen me around Chinese Garden area twice, and I remembered her leaving a message some time back.

What a coincidence.

I went into shock since I wasn’t quite used to someone identifying me as Scarlett Ting on the streets.

Now, I should really stop being lazy and pop in those contact lens the next time I head on.

Oh, make sure I am made up and presentably dressed too.

Sigh.

We sashayed to Apple Center after that, and spent the evening strutting around town, sitting at Cream Bistro at Pacific Plaza, having 1-for-1 dinner, and reminiscing the days we were working together, hanging out together almost everyday.

As we were going through the underpass, a Hispanic guy, probably an Italian with dark, smouldering look walked past us, and Janice saw how his gaze was plastered to us for a distance, as he turned his head to prolong his gaze and it looked as if he would walk into a lamp post or pole if there was one right before him.

Droolsome.

*Slurp slurp*

We started doodling on the napkins, and we recounted the interesting people we met over the course of the past 8 months, since we first acquainted with each other.

We walked past the Jewellery fair, and it was a major mistake.

I walked in and walked out 80 bucks poorer, with a new ring purchase from Lee Hwa.

My penchant for chunky rings should stop.

I had wanted to get a nice chain for necklace, but it is pretty hard to get one these days right?

Apparently, most sales people were quick to zoom in on us, thinking we look glamourous and such. We honestly admitted we have no buying power, and would just like to try the rings.

I particularly like one, which costs, 15, 000 bucks.

I was told it was an Italian brand, and I decided that I have a flair for recognising and falling for all things Italian.

It was late after we had an extended conversation with the pretty down-to-earth salesman, who reminded us of Mr BR.

We walked down to Takashimaya, before we ended up sitting at the MRT station, chatting to each other, until a cute teenager came up to borrow my phone.

A girl.

She ended the call, and passed the phone back to me, before declaring to me, ‘My friends are arseholes.‘.

Guess what? I know many people like this too. That applies to my exes and most of my friends, you see.

Joke, okay, joke.

We ended up sitting on the streets of Orchard, before heading to Swensen’s for supper.

I am always guilty of gluttony whenever she is around.

This is no good.

We strolled down to Somerset, and finally ended the night around 1-ish, when I took a cab back home, exhausted.

I enjoyed the night, babe. Where are the pictures eh?

Ended the night with a standard phonecall from SBB, with him gushing out details of his work stuffs.

Woke up to a phonecall from dad on Monday, telling me that he would pick me up to collect my employment pass.

We made a wasted trip cos apparently, it was not processed yet though it was approved. So I will be holding my breath for the next couple of days till everything is finally settled for good.

Dad sent me to Orchard, and I took a long walk from Pacific Plaza to Plaza Singapura.

Next time, I would tell dad specifically which part of Orchard I am heading to.

Met up with Raf for dinner after the babe dated me to meet up late noon.

She had her hair trimmed while I waited for her, and it was yet another extensive chat on MotoGP related stuffs.

Chatted to SBB over the phone whilst waiting for her.

Finally, dinner was settled at Cafe Cartel and I was disappointed over the shrinking portions from there.

They used to be so much bigger and nicer.

Brownie for desserts.

Tea at Starbucks thereafter!

Headed home after that to wait for SBB to come over.

Erm, so.

I guess that’s enough blogging from me today.

Excuse me while I shall continue to indulge in my read.

It’s just starting to get interesting.