And its joy.

I am very happy these few days, and I am not sure if there are some things I had already came to terms with.

But all’s well, and I am looking forward to 2006 with abundant optimism.

Whee!

***

I have just graduated from the world-renown college, University of Toa Payoh, the Faculty of Social Sciences, with a PhD in Psychology of the Twisted Minds – Discernment of Acute Lameness and Terminal Corniness over the weekend.

The intensive course, revision and examinations had exhausted me to the max.

Professor Kelvin Tan, Professor Nicholas Tang and Professor Roy Tan had drove me to the brink of insanity heights of erudition with their professional insights to the Philosophy of warped humour.

Associate Professor VampTreSS Q, who has worked closely with the above mentioned deans for 13 years, had kindly imparted her proficiency of Filtering through the Crap to me, which complemented the core course impeccably. Thus, I graduated with a diploma in Crap Filtering to top off the prestigious degree conferred on me.

Her accumulated studies over the years, with the indepth researches done with fellow professors, were rewarded with the birth of the theory to Twats Management, which made the course perspicuous.

Rule of thumb – Gauge everything with a 10% scale. Believe in only 10% of what was said.

My eyes were either constantly rolling or narrowing with contempt whenever lectures and case-study were conducted. And after 30 hours of mugging and sleep deprivation, my efforts were well paid off.

I hereby would like to thank the above-mentioned academicians for their ruthless jibings relentless patience when dealing with a student with learning disability like me.

Yesh, my learning disability is what is widely known as -cough- intelligence, and the occasional gullibility.

The convocation was held at the University of Toa Payoh last Saturday, with an overwhelming attendance of 11 people.

***

12 December.

He needs to be reminded of tonight.

Tonight, he had seen more clearly than before.

He needs to do his examinations.

He needs to run away from here, and he needs to leave.

And yes baby, if you are reading this right now, be reminded, again.

Go to somewhere where your heart is, and perhaps only then, you know who you truly are.

I wish you… abundant of blessings.

***

He is a pipe dream, isn’t he? It wasn’t a question. He remarked as he ask of the favour.

Uh huh, indeed.

Don’t we all wish we are younger?

But, we could all look beyond that. I learnt that today, when a sudden revelation hit me.

And ironically, that song by David Tao is randomly playing on the MP3 again.

Do be reminded again, you will get there, in another year’s time.

Soon, baby, soon.

Hang in there.

***

Time is 4am, and I doubt I would be able to sleep anytime soon. Not with the horrendous amount of sleep I accumulated since last evening.

I only slept for 4 hours on Friday night. Or more accurately, Saturday’s 11.30am to 4pm.

Since then, I was awake till 7pm of Sunday. Hyperactively, I might add. And I slept for 2 hours, drifting in and out of consciousness, covered in a coat of sweat, before waking up at 9 plus.

Deprivation of sleep + 27 hours of uninterfered perkiness.

I got home right at midnight last night, feeling a surreal influx of adrenalin, that had kept me awake for most of the day before.

My brain was working on a hyper-overdrive, and couldn’t seem to slow down nor rest itself.

I should be darn tired, but I just couldn’t find enough exhaustion within me to fall asleep. I finally fell asleep at 2.45am, with my brain still very much on alert-mode. I could feel my body giving in to the fatigue, but I was 3/4 conscious and aware of my surroundings, that caused much discomfort as my body engulfed in an internal battle with the obstinate mind, each wanting its own way.

I woke up at 10.40am, when some mortgage banker from Standard Chartered called up, looking for Dad.

A cold call, I supposed.

I replied in gibberish and he gave up. He should be glad that I didn’t chew his head off from my blissfully fulfilling sleep.

I sat up at my computer and saw SBB online, and we spoke on the phone for an hour plus, most of which I was in a state of trance, before I headed back to sleep at 12pm.

1.45pm, and the shrill from the house phone woke me up once again. I reluctantly reached out for it and the darn phone stopped ringing.

My handphone beeped ever so softly, and it was SBB.

I was still in a state of delirium, and the phone dropped, and bounced off the floor when I was talking on it while lying down.

Don’t ask me how did I manage such a great stunt, cos I seriously have no idea.

***

Ouch. OUCHIE.

What did you do, Sweetie?

Nothing. *whimper whimper*

So what silly thing did you do this time?

I flicked my duvet up, and the handphone flew up into midair, I was lying there, and the phone fell onto my throat and my collar bone. Damn, does it hurt.

Why didn’t you move away?

(Actually, the truth is I was too lazy and too slow to move away) I did cringe slightly.. it was supposed to land on my chest, and it ended up on my throat. Bleah.

So brilliant.

But.. but.. but…

***

Was catching up on some topics of irrelevancy.

-In high, sardonic pitch- Oh guess what sweetie, you are my new-found best friend! Hurhurhur. -dry, evil laughs-

Of course, when I said that, I am up to no good.

Hmm, I thought I am your lover, when did the status change to best friend?

When Christmas is round the corner, perhaps? *GRIN*

***

Yadda, yadda, yadda. Topic was brought to blogging.

Am I very different from my blog persona?

Somehow, the 2 don’t seem to go together for me.

Hmm, why so?

No conclusive answer.

A while later…

Tsk. You should be honoured that you are the only one I ever left comment for on blogs.

Oh really?

Yeap. I never did comment on anyone’s blog. Period.

I am sooooooooo honoured. Duh.

Ya, you should be what.

Eeee yer. Darn egoistic.

Sweetie, you said you would give me the password by the end of this month.

I caught the ruse almost immediately.

No! I didn’t. I so, so, so, so wouldn’t say such a thing.

You did! You promised, he insisted with babyish righteousness.

No, I didn’t. I promised I would give it to you some day, but not when! Tell you what, I will give you the password in exchange for another 30……

Shh, I won’t tell you what was that I asked for.

Hurhurhur.

***

2 hours later, when the phone call ended, I was eager to jump him back into the duvet to grab another fraction of rest, but it was barely 2 minutes when I shut my eye, and after SBB had hung up, that my handphone beeped again.

It was Eileen.

She called to ask if I was around, and that they were on their way home from Tuas, and might drop by. With baby Rene(Jiayu).

Yippee.

I scrapped my plans for a short nap, and crawled up from my bed.

Dave, Eileen and the baby reached shortly after.

I learnt how pampered the little princess is. In fact, she is never short of affections, and that the moment she is rested on the bed, or whoever is holding her is sitting down, she will start to yell and bawl in protest.

Apparently, she would only be appeased when someone carries her, and he/she has to constantly walk around with her in his/her arms.

So when they put her down on my bed to change her soiled nappy, the signs of irritation sprung up almost immediately.

Furrowed brows, wrinkled nose, and the face scrunch into a look of misery as if my bed was a nailbed instead.

I started chiding them for spoiling their daughter a tad too much, and they shouldn’t have given in to her demands whenever she wails or cries. Cos, that is the precise reason why she is highly pampered now, and wants everything her way.

Tsk tsk.

Her cryings didn’t stop, and apparently she wanted her milk.

And I fed her.

Um, no, not breast feed, thank you.

I awed myself when I realised how I, who never quite have any experiences in taking care of newborns was almost a natural when Eileen passed Rene into my arms.

I didn’t even display any usual signs of clumsiness when I sat her up after popping the nipple of the milkbottle into her mouth skillfully, propped her neck onto my hand, and burped her.

It was almost too natural.

The 2 cursed that it shall be my turn next, and I touched and caressed all the wooden stuff in sight.

I am thankful that they have yet to acquire the jinxed mouth, like I do.

I thought it made more sense when they said I could probably become a part time babysitter or some sort.

They had even wanted to bring me home to bathe their baby.

Heh, the picture is a tad too blurred.
Frontal profile + no makeup + camera’s flash = eye bags, flat nose, is too scary.

Look at the precious darling in my arms.

The moment she finished her milk, she threw a tantrum to show that she didn’t want to be burped. And the one who had just chided the parents, immediately stood up to bring the baby for a walk around the house, coaxing her with all the tender loving care I could muster.

The parents shot me 2 pairs of rolled eyes when I didn’t heed what I had preached to them, spoiling Rene further.

Her bright eyes closed and she quietened down to sleep.

The moment I sat down after much coaxing and walking, convinced that she was asleep, she immediately could sense that I wasn’t walking, and opened her eyes, contorting her face into a picture of misery, and burst into fresh wails.

It was then, I started swaying my body while talking to her parents, to bluff her into thinking that I was indeed standing up and walking.

Muahahaha.

I am such a cheater. Apparently Eileen had said that when she does that, it didn’t quite work on Rene. But I was such a professional bluffer that she slept on well, only opened her eyes, giving me a threatening stare of protest, and I would start swaying with her in my arms again, so that she wouldn’t start wailing again.

They left shortly after, and didn’t stay for long.

I crept back into the bed by 5.20pm, and the next time I opened my eyes, the horror struck me.

It was 9.30pm.

Darn.

No wonder I am still blogging at such twisted hours.

***

It was 4 in the afternoon on Saturday.

Someone was scheduled to browse the apartment, and dad was home.

I got up, showered and such, and the property agent was late. She was only here with the prospective buyers at 5pm.

Headed out with Dad for dinner. And subsequently, he dropped me at a bus stop before heading back to Malaysia.

Didn’t manage to down much for dinner, and I realise how poor my appetite has been these days.

Took a bus to Holland Village, darn proud of myself that I didn’t succumb to a cab.

It was 7 when I reached Holland Village, and I went to the 2nd hand bookshop to grab myself a read, and holed up there till the shop closed.

Took a walk down the stretch of bustling street with a brisk pace, enjoying the evening by myself.

Saw the ever-friendly waitress at T.C.C., and popped in to say hi.

The utter sweetheart deserves a mention here.

She invited me in for desserts since I was roaming aimlessly alone, and insisted that it would be on the house.

I could choose between a pot of tea, or a dessert.

Can you imagine that the chocolate fanatic in me actually rejected the offer cos I really didn’t have the appetite to eat or drink anything else?

So sweet of her, isn’t it?

When I declined, and said that I should make a move, she asked if I had applied for the T.C.C. card yet, which I didn’t cos I had discarded most of my receipts.

She immediately took a form for me to fill on the spot, and offered me the membership card.

She is so brilliant that she litted my slow-paced Saturday night.

I waved goodbye to her, and promised that I would be back before Christmas.

***

I dropped by Essential Brews to say hi to Hongsheng, and met his girlfriend for the very first time, and she reminded me so much of Jayaxe‘s So Cute.

After a few verification questions, I was glad they weren’t the same person. Hahahaha.

She is such a sweetheart too. Shortly after I sat down, she got me a glass of kiwi smoothie tea. I gasped in utter amazement when she told me she is 19. Didn’t know Hongsheng has become a paedophile. Tsk tsk.

Had quite a long talk with them before I left to meet up with VampTreSS at slightly past 9.

***

I then took a cab to Killiney to meet up with VampTreSS who was already waiting there, and we headed down to Toa Payoh together, to Nick’s place.

The arrangement was that we would meet up for a movie marathon, and the supposed turn up was 3. Vamp, Nick and me.

We got there earlier, and sat at the coffee shop beneath his place cos he was still out.

The air was pretty chilly for the night.

Shortly after, we were told that Kelvin would be joining us, their friend, Ah Boon, would be joining us too, and Roy would be joining us later, too.

Whee. The more the merrier.

As we were waiting for VampTreSS’ food order, we saw an incredibly adorable feline.

Darn gorgeous, I tell you.

I was once told how if a person who adores cat, that would say something about his character.

I was never a fan of cats, until this year, and I wonder if it was due to a change in character or something. Heh.

The little darling’s side profile.

And I shall dedicate these pictures to Lingshen, who experienced a recent heartache after his mum(yes, I agree with his conspiracy theory actually) plotted for the adopted cat’s sudden disappearance.
An upclose look of the cuteness of this little being. Look at the cow-like patches on its limbs!

Awww…. and the gentle, innocent eyes.

***

It was Godfather Trilogy night.

I have never watched the film before in my entire life.

Nick had planned for the DVD marathon, which was estimated to last more than 10 hours, since each movie would be around 3 and half hours, after he had read the book which I had recently passed him.

I heart, heart, heart Mario Puzo’s writing.

Apparently, Nick fell for the book as well, and we had vaguely planned to watch the movie(since Miss Ting has never watched the show before) last week, but had to postpone the arrangement cos he was down with a bad flu.

Shortly after, Ah Boon joined us, Ferris and Shulin turned up as well, and Kelvin reached just in time for the beginning of the show.

Nick let us tried some of the pasta Serene cooked, and it was utterly brilliant. But my lack of appetite meant that I took little of it.

Max and Bibi reached halfway through the show, and left before it was finished. Roy then joined, and Joo Yau was the last to reach, and stayed till the end of the show.

Toa Payoh Cinema.

Nick was being irritating(yes, you were) by discussing much of the show, when some of them have never watched the show before. Spoilers are NOT fun!!!

Though I shall admit that the movie followed the book pretty closely. But, the book gives room for more vivid imagination, as well as more space for the plot to develop, and I find myself enjoying the book more than the movie.

I especially like the part in the book when the author built up to Santino’s death. I was quite shaken when I read it, and actually teared. But the movie didn’t have the shock factor as much as the book.

And perhaps because my mind had directed its own version of the movie, and the sorrow from Don Vito Corleone wasn’t as chilling as the one in my mind.

Nonetheless, the movie is indeed, good. No wonder so many people claim it to be their favourite film of all time.

Halfway through the movie, Nick gave us some odd facts that we realised were a truckload of bullshit.

When he tried to convince others that why did Michael Corleone regained his good looks eventually was because his wife insisted he go for surgery to correct it, or else he wouldn’t want to do so, everyone thought he was in one of his lame moods again.

I giggled, cos I know what he had said was true.

It was then we realised how ugly Lucy Mancini was in the show, and Santino’s wife, Sandra, was so much more gorgeous, and everyone found it illogical that he would fall for her.

He then spoke of how the reason is because Santino is known for having a gigantic manhood, and Lucy has a huge you-know-what to accomodate him.

He was greeted with ‘Yeah, right‘ and ‘stop bullshitting‘, and I was giggling yet again.

The crap he had given earlier on had made everyone believe in him no more. And he would point to me and said, ‘Don’t believe, you ask her!‘, which I would nod and responded how it is indeed in the book.

With friends like this, you need a very good filter, to filtrate which are the nonsense, and which are facts.

And now, I know the exact reason why Al Pacino and Robert De Niro are so HHHOOOOTTTTT. Cos they were indeed freaking drop-dead gorgeously sexy when they were younger.

Ooooooo.

And when they spoke in Italian in the movie….

OH.MY.GOD.

***

By the time the first movie finished, it was already 2, Ferris, Shulin and Joo Yau decided to adjourn elsewhere.

Joo Yau did agree that the movie was crap, and the book is way better. Comparatively, I am sure.

And the 2nd DVD was popped into the player.

Shortly into the film, my lack of rest overwhelmed me, and I fell asleep for 15 minutes.

I was told that I didn’t snore at all, except for the deep breathing.

I told SBB how I didn’t snore despite being so tired, and how it is odd that he always insist that I snore when he is around.

Now, I know why they branded 15 minutes of nap as powernap.

It was indeed powerful.

So powerful that I think the rule should be that everyone require not 8 hours of sleep, but 15 minutes, a day.

After that 15 minutes, I carried with the less than impressive 2nd instalment of the trilogy with full attention, and felt the same chill and disappointment when Michael divorced Kay, and eventually ordered the killing of his wussy 2nd brother.

I actually liked Fredo’s character in the movie than the book.

Eventually, before the film ended at 5am, and I went into a hyperactive mode, jumping around, pacing up and down the hall, and looking for food.

We thought we saw the sky as misty, only to realise that it was raining across the road, but the rain had yet to hit this part of Toa Payoh yet.

The studious Ting.

Nerdy nerdy nerd nerd!

Oh, compare this to the picture I found in Roy’s phone(tsk tsk. I joked that he must be secretly in love with me cos I found it in his phone and he didn’t send it to me!)

The night at New Asia bars on Dexter’s birthday.

Make up does wonders, doesn’t it?

The night view from his open balcony. So nice right? I also want to move to Toa Payoh.

(Dad had thought of moving to Jurong West and I gave him the most vicious stare ever, saying that Jurong is isolated enough, and Jurong West is even more so!)

Shortly after the picture was taken, the rain hit us, and turned the night into a cosy, enclosed one, as we scrambled to close the windows.

SBB called at a very apt timing, just after the 2nd film’s credits rolled, and I was checking my mail on Nick’s computer.

I holed up in his room and chatted on the phone for a while before venturing into the hall to find a mess of people strewn across the couch/floor.

‘I…. see…. dead… people…’

Since I was still darn energetic… I annoyed the hell out of them by posing with them for a picture.

One of the sole survivors of the night.

The 3 awake ones were bored, and we started playing with the sunglasses found on the table.

I learnt why people who didn’t sleep well or put on makeup worship sunglasses.

Look at this, at 5.40am in the morning, without makeup, without sufficient sleep, and in an absolute fatigue state.

Wah! I shall now be a fan of sunglasses. Can someone buy me such retro looking ones for Christmas? Very much appreciated! Hehehehe.

Even with flash it still exudes such glam-factor!

Ah Boon seems to carry the retro look darn well!

Nick showed us the right way to don a pair of sunglasses. We should be giving a menacing scowl to look cool.

The epitome of narcissism and absolute boredom.

Then, I tried on another pair of funky retro sunglasses, which I thought look fine too! Can you imagine we sat around the table till 6.30am, just to play around with the sunglasses?

I was bored enough to lit a ciggie but found the taste absolutely repulsive, and started coughing. Um, gee. And I almost forgot how to inhale. So I didn’t manage to finish it either.

We sat around, bored, and went into Nick’s room, leaving the 3 corpses lying there.

So they decided to upload Roy’s snoring clip, and I decided to be narcisstic yet again. Alas, the fan made a mess outta my hair.

It was 6.40 in the morning. And I realised how my face slimmed down a little. Muahahaha.

It was then I joked that we should be playing mahjong or something, and Nick said that he has a set of mahjong lying around.

We decided the others were too dead to join us, and settled for a 3-persons game instead.

And since the others were outside, we decided to play on the bed instead.

Ah Boon was the newbie at the game, and we had to be extremely patient whilst waiting for him, but he actually won big a couple of times round.

Tsk tsk.

Our stakes were really small, 5 cents – 10 cents.

I lost heavily in the beginning, and joked that the winner shall treat breakfast.

I think the conspiracy soon came up. I kept winning the the guys kept losing.

Eventually I wrapped the game up at 11am in the morning, with 9 dollars of winnings, which was rather impressive with the small stakes.

And yes, I lost them promptly when the rest woke up around 12noon, and headed down to the hawker centre for breakfast.

Strangely, I wasn’t in a daze at all, and I was even alert enough to catch the gibes and tauntings coming through.

Gee.

Eventually, we sat around in Nick’s place thinking of where to go, what to do, and I thought I should be returning home before I was too tired and lazy to go back that I would rely on the cab.
They managed to convince me to stay, and declared that I was abducted for the day, and I could only leave when they called it a day.

!!!!!!

Kidnap!

Death sentence-able, you know?

But they were kind enough to offer me dinner and cab fare home, which I took up neither.

We were then into a mode of endless chatters, which some were pretty lame, and some were pretty insightful.

They then launched into a lame mode to wind me up by saying they had said something me and sent it to my email.

Silly me actually walked up to the computer to want to check my mail and the guys burst into chains of laughter.

And they started saying I am gullible.

Hello? I am not gullible, I am just a trusting person, alright? Hurhurhur.

(Whee, raining heavily out there right now, and it is such a blurred sight out there. Tip-tap, tip-tap on my window. So nice!)

Nick then brought up how I had asked him out of all the people I have met or haven’t met in the group, who is most likely to be the person I would get along with.

His answer came as a surprise, cos it was someone I haven’t quite had the chance to interact with the group, and I seriously do not know what kind of chemistry(or perhaps, the lack of) I would have with her.

He said since I adore girls who ride, I most probably would like her.

He then told the group that he thought I would get along well with Mindy, whom I had met briefly, only once, on Vamp’s birthday, with minimal interaction. Or quite a shame, almost none.

VampTreSS thought otherwise, and thought that I would get along with Kelvin’s girlfriend, Michelle, whom I have never met before. I curiously pressed on to ask why, and interrogated Kelvin why he had never brought his girlfriend out.

I saw this sneaky, cheeky exchange of glances, and odd stifling of smirks between Vamp and Nick when I said that, and I grew suspicious. Hahahahaha.

I was curious why the group thought that I would get along with the girls better, cos from experience, girls normally would hate my guts(or the lack of) more than anything else.

The group decided to wind me up by saying I am stupid/bimbotic, and out of nowhere, said that, ‘You are like Brian, you know?‘

For a moment, I wondered why. Then the realisation hit me when they started labelling him the himbo, and the stupid one of the group(or rather, act-stupid).

So when I said something lame, or didn’t sound too bright, they would launch into a ‘You are so Brian‘ sort of attack, where I will protest vehemently cos I didn’t want to be labelled stupid.

Then I just went into (since they say he is stupid, I don’t think he will read blogs, right? Hurhur) I-don’t-want-to-be-in-the-same-league-as-someone-you-guys-deem-as-stupid.

I started questioning if they think that I am act-cool, clumsy, stupid, bimbotic, or such, and they turned the table around and accused me of thinking of such of Brian.

………………

Eventually, it was forced-to-tell-the-truth time about my opinion about the one who was used by them to wind me up.

I have nothing against gayish metrosexual stupid act cool Brian seriously. Though I did admit I thought he was a tad act cool, er, act(yes, core word is act) stupid, but still, seems like a not-as-cool, and deeper person than he really is.

Just a casual observation from the first couple of times I met him.

Then, Nick decided that I would get along the best with Brian cos our frequency is low down there, and we are most likely to click since we are equally lame.

Hello?!

Muahaha, we then decided that Brian must be sneezing non-stop somewhere out there throughout Sunday afternoon.

I think they are just jealous of my good looks(*cough* What good looks?) when they said that.

Ah well. I forgive them.

***

They kept me in suspense of this talk they had of me some couple of months ago, at Roy’s place.

Kelvin, Nick, Mindy, Roy and Brian were present.

After constant pressing and after the jitters made me find fagging like the most natural thing to do, they ended the agony of keeping me in suspense(suspense kills me more than truth, actually).

It was a night where I heard, it was someone’s *cough* mood swing that prompted the discussion.

Apparently they had wondered if I was a bad influence on Vamp, or if my presence was pulling her away.

Eventually, three votes to two.

Three said no. Two thought otherwise.

Bleah, and I got myself jittery for no reason cos they had used it to wind me up, and see me getting all curious and exasperated to know the truth.

SO LAME.

Ironically, that was the period of time I saw the least of VampTreSS. How strange, eh? Heh.

***

They then scrutinise how broad and thick my….. no, not my lips, but, my tongue, is.

Roy then commented how it would be good for.. duh, blow jobs.

Then VampTreSS rolled her eyes and then said my lips themselves, are already made for such.

Great. Now I have the great tongue and lips combination.

I wouldn’t really know, would I?

***

There was this part when I was looking all stoned and slow, and said something lame, when Roy gibed, ‘Stop behaving like Brian.’

I sulked and asked, ‘Am I that bad? Or is Brian really that bad? Muahaha.‘

He then went into how Brian is actually not that bad, and he feels he has hidden intelligence. When I said that I thought he seemed to act-cool quite a bit, he started saying how most people in the group tend to act cool to those new to the group, and to the group, Mr metrosexual is never cool.

‘You are new and you don’t know him well, so you won’t see what we see him as, so we have never see him as cool.‘

So I decided to decipher that as I have hidden intelligence. Muahahaha.

And perhaps he meant that in the act-stupid sense as well, and then he said something which made me raised my brows, and eyed him with suspicion.

‘You should get to know him better,‘ he said, and I gave him a look of bemusement, cos he started launching into how I wouldn’t understand some stuff, and ended up confusing me further.

‘You need to f**k him, then you will know,’ he suggested.

‘Or else you won’t know him one,‘ he continued tenderly, looking out of the window into a far distance.

I froze for a moment and stared at him in disbelief.

‘HAR? Um, that is too much to do to know a person huh? Is that your personal experience? Muahahaha… Don’t tell me you……‘

I stifled a giggle, and wondered why did Roy know so much….

Now we know why Roy knows Brian well.

Maybe cos, Brian sucks well.

Hence, Roy’s look of ecstasy.

***

Okay, so eventually I realised what he meant by f**k, was more of lecturing Brian to his senses, in his face, when he does something silly.

I still thought… literally, you know?

***

They then asked me a series of psychological test questions, and asked me to think of a body of water.

I thought of mist.

I was then asked to use 3 words to describe.

I thought of mysterious.

Non-conforming, as in, it doesn’t conform to the norm.

And free. As in free-spirited, freedom.

I thought of the 4th word, which was everywhere, anywhere.

Eventually, they then revealed it was a question on how I view sex.

Of course, the response of free and everywhere was….. the butt of jokes again.

Of course, mine are not as powerful as Nick’s answers. Waterfall. Everlasting and on and on and on and on going strong. Muahaha.

***

We left the flat for a while around 5pm, whilst Nick grabbed some sleep.

I was hence, the last woman standing from the long night.

We went to Toa Payoh town central and believe it or not, that was my first ever trip to Toa Payoh.

We walked around and packed some dinner, and my lack of appetite bugged me further, and I decided to skip dinner.

We decided Nick is officially a jinx.

When he had wanted Kelvin to help him to withdraw money from his POSB account, we realised the bank had moved, and it was boarded up.

He had wanted to have Delifrance for dinner, and guess what? It was boarded up as well.

He had wanted Kelvin to help him to buy his usual brand of ciggie, but by the time we arrived back at his block, the provision shop at the ground floor, we closing up, and we had to drive out further to the petrol kiosk to get his fags for him.

Jinx, you are, NICK!

***

We strolled around NTUC Toa Payoh, and it wasn’t at all pleasant cos Roy lost $100, which he had just collected from Singapore Pools.

***

We finally left for Nick’s place again, and reached back around 6 plus.

I reposed on the couch, and slowly drifted into some thin sleep.

One thing about me is, I can’t sleep with fan, and in smokey places. I tend to fall sick when that happens.

And I have to have a blanket over me, however warm and hot the weather is.

And I ended up sweating non-stop and felt the couch sticking to my skin.

Throughout the 2 hours sleep, I was told, yet again, that I DID NOT SNORE!

Not even when I was dead tired or whatsoever.

So I really suspect if I really did snore when SBB is around.

Well, SBB insisted that I did, and justify by saying that he always relaxes me well enough, and maxes me out enough…

Duh.

Oh well.

But Kelvin said that I moaned(!!!) in my sleep, and asked what did I dream about.

I don’t moan in my sleep. Hello?!

Okay, fine. I mean, I do whine/purr a little when I sleep, which SBB verify that I do. Bleah.

Must be the weather too hot.

When I woke up, my hair and body was soaked in sweat, and it was incredibly uncomfortable.

Kelvin left after a slight while, and I stayed on till 11pm, before it got too late for me to venture home by public transport.

I walked to the bus stop, and was glad that there was a direct bus I could count on.

And I felt a tad sickly. I did something I would never do.

I bought myself a bottle of mineral water, and downed 600ml of it at one go.

I boarded the 157 at around 11.20pm, and was still energetic enough to stay awake throughout the ride.

I realised how Toa Payoh is so near to Jurong. Only 35 minutes of bus ride, and I was home.

I could smell how much odour I carried with me, no wonder no one sat beside me throughout the ride.

I am so proud of myself that I didn’t succumb to a cab ride. Yay.

I did myself proud, and I deserve a pat on the back.

But I did leave my lip balm before at Nick’s place, and my lips are cracking badly without it.

***

Spent a good deal of my Monday sleeping and recuperating, and I almost forgot I didn’t quite eat.

Strangely, my appetite is still at a low, and I didn’t even finish the instant noodle I cooked past midnight, which was supposed to be my first bite.

And now, looking at the time, I doubt I am see much of my Tuesday by the time I wake up.

Heh, but still, I will have some work to finish off when I wake up to greet my Tuesday with full force.

It felt like secondary school days all over again.

As if the end of year period is compulsary to have some sort of chalet, where we stayed up all night, playing mahjong, watching television and such, to see who has the best stamina to stay up throughout the night.

Cool.

***

Did I mention it was slightly strange when I met this guy whom I lost my first kiss to when I was 16?

He didn’t quite become my boyfriend cos I thought I was too young then(muahaha, yah, that was what I really thought), and I had someone else in my mind(oh yes, Mr KG, was in my mind when I was 16! So juvenile of me).

And he had placed such high importance on qualifications that his constant naggings of how important studies are, turned me off, bit by bit.

Okay, to be fair, I was a rebellious teen, so we had a great divide in our thoughts, and he was the nerdy, studious type.

Anyway, oh yeap, what was strange wasn’t meeting him, but to see him with his girlfriend.

Now, I wonder, would he tell her who I am?

Gee, gee, gee.

I never quite remember seeing nor aware that he has a girlfriend since 16, and am quite happy for him, really.

But then it’s odd.

That the past snuck up behind me, and I stuck out my tongue mischievously and went ‘WOOPS’ at the thought of the past, as it was the most embarrassing that ever happened to me.

By the way, did I mention I remember him as quite a good kisser despite it was his first kiss too?

Muahahaha.

Alright.

Enough of such.

Have a great start of the week, peeps.