The past few days had drained the last bare essence in me.
I am not sure why with the amount of fervent searching, I find myself gaining more weight rather than losing it.
I am not sure why with the intense walking, my calves and thighs are not becoming more shapely than they should.
I am not sure why with the fatigue that sets in thereafter, I can find myself awake at 8.45 on a Friday morning, and not able to sleep on more than I should.
I am not sure why with the amount of travelling, my Christmas shopping is not even half done.
I am not sure why that the past 3 days had left me with so much frustration that I was on the brink of stabbing people in the guts for that brief moment of satisfaction before going on with my search.
I am not sure why I had been shopping alone for a few days and I am enjoying my solitude even more than usual.
I am not sure why without making much purchases, I ended up getting broke even before my shopping is done.
I am not sure why my head doesn’t seem to be working today.
And it shall be day 4 of shopping today.
I think I have done enough shopping to put me off shopping for the rest of my …. 2005.
Yes, I HAVE to find whatever I am looking for today, or looking for substitutes for something, and something else.
***
You think without having an idea of what gifts to buy for Christmas is bad?
I used to think so that the aimless walking and searching whilst you exhaust your brain juice was the worst it can get.
That is until the past 3 days taught me what is the absolute nightmare.
Knowing what you want to get, but you just simply couldn’t find it anywhere.
Then you go to Destination A to look for it, they refer you to department X, before they bounce you to department Y, and then deflect you to depart Z. After hours of ping-ponging, then do they refer you to Destination B, where the whole process repeat themselves.
Then you are referred to C, then someone told you to look for it at D….
You walk, and you walk. You feel like a squash ball, cos wherever you go, you hit the concrete, hard, cruel wall, with no substantial, positive results.
Conclusion?
You couldn’t find it ANYWHERE.
And you were told that you probably wouldn’t be able to get it anywhere either, after 3 days.
Then, you decided. You shall try one last shot at it, today.
At the terrifying location of outrageous Orchard.
Obstinate stubbornness is passed down somewhere through the blood, I think.
Well done. Well done.
I am contemplating of bringing myself an oxygen tank as I dive through the maniacal pool of human traffic.
I certainly wouldn’t want to be drowned.
***
Despite the immense agitation that came out of everything, I still had fun doing the last minute mad rush by myself.
The satisfaction of getting something worthy at the end of it, till the process of passing it onto whoever you are getting it for, is nice.
And I wonder if the person is closer to you, the more difficult it is to find something you know the person will like.
I find it the hardest shopping for my girlies, cos I had been trying to shop for them individually, instead of heading into the store and take the easiest way out — ‘Erm, hi, can I have 6 of these in different colours?’.
Anal retentiveness is what they call it, I think.
Though I had probably muttered the worst of cusses countless times throughout the past 3 days, I have a feeling I might succumbed to them even more so, later on today.
O Lord, forgive me.
***
I had long decided on getting something, and something else for SBB this year.
I happily smirked to myself, marvelling my absolute brilliance.
Until, I can smirk no more.
Cos, I might need to come up with a contingency plan, which I don’t have, and unlikely to think up of with the bugging headache.
The headache that made me hit the sacks at 2am last night, wow wee.
And that explains why I am up at 8.30am, but doesn’t quite explain why I couldn’t sleep on anymore.
I had an incredibly weird dream last night.
I was doing my Christmas budgeting in my dreams.
ARGH. And I woke up.
Well, at least I had a much more pleasant dream earlier on, though it is going to sound so warped.
I dreamt that I had a lesbian tryst(!!) with Angelina Jolie.
I kissed her luscious, and I got physical with the buxomy her.
Gosh, where did that come from, really???
As if she would ever wanna bed me.
***
I woke up yesterday after 8 hours of sleep, at 1pm, and muttered a silent curse.
The room was in a gloomy hue, and the splatters could be heard on the glass of the window.
It was thundering slightly and definitely not a perfect day for me to venture out.
Uh-oh.
But I had to.
And it definitely isn’t a picture of good news out there as I could see the sky cluttered with dark clouds at this moment. I just hope I can finish this by noon, before I make my way out to town.
***
I was in search of something else, for SBB.
In fact, I was quite confident of my search, ya know?
Perhaps a little over-confident, actually.
I walked out into the rain(slightly heavier than a drizzle), and had to abandon my plans of lunch cos the rain meant that I couldn’t quite walk the distance without looking an outright mess at the end of it.
Train ride.
(Have to refrain from mentioning the exact places hereon forth, in case the himbo intelligence SBB led him to make out his surprise, which might not even take place.)
I realise how I never failed to be surprised and amused when I am out these days.
Reached town, and was advancing towards the escalator, when this guy in red tee came up to me.
For the first time in my life(honest!), such an incident happened to me.
He spoke to me in Mandarin, that carries an accent that doesn’t sound quite local.
‘嗨， å°å§ï¼Œæˆ‘å¯ä»¥é—®ä½ 一个问题å—？’
(Hi Miss, can I ask you a question?)
Feeling a tad puzzled, and thinking that he is a tourist asking for directions, I nodded slightly, and was a picture of bewilderment.
‘我å¯ä»¥è·Ÿä½ åšä¸ªæœ‹å‹å—？’
(Can I make friends with you?)
I choked on my saliva at the cheesiness of it, and stared in disbelief.
My moment had finally came.
For the first time of my life, I had finally encountered the classic line of cheese, ever.
I didn’t quite believe there would be any sane human who would still resort to such an god-awful pick up line in these days.
It was obvious that I was left in a darn awkward situation, as he tried to walk right by my side, striking conversations I had absolute no interest in.
He said he is a pure Singaporean bred, and asked me in Mandarin am I an -cough- Eurasian(duh, a bit stupid to speak to me in Mandarin if you don’t think I am a pure Chinese right?), and doubted that I am a pure Chinese.
Erm.. alright.
He asked if I am local, and I replied no. He told me he was out in town alone, and I lied that I was in town to meet a friend.
The moment after we tapped our EZlink card, he stopped right next to me, as I desperately dialed for VampTreSS’ number.
As I was dialing, he asked for my number.
Hi dear, where are you? What time are you reaching?
Huh? Oh, someone is following you huh?
Yeap.
Do you want to meet me there? Okay, I will walk over now.
Actually the phone call went on longer than it did, and I was stalling for time, hoping he would take the obvious hint and scram.
He didn’t.
He stood there and asked for my number again.
-Gasp in horror-
Eventually I said I would leave him my email instead, before I scooted off in opposite directions to his.
And yes, I returned home to see his email in my mailbox, which I cruelly chose to ignore.
***
I started walking around in town, in search of something else.
I went to the place I thought they would carry it, and was told that they did, but they won’t, anymore.
I was devastated.
One of them told me to leave my number, and they would call me if any of something else arrives.
I told him I wouldn’t have the time to shop if the results prove negative, and he promised that he would ask his boss to get a response soon.
Just then, the boss was right before me.
He told me that it was almost impossible for me to get it anywhere, now.
Not in the future, either.
In fact, not in Singapore.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh….
The disappointment was evident.
I frowned, sulked, and pouted like a hurt child.
He told me to try my luck at Destination A(which is out of town), and told me not to kill him if I couldn’t find it there either.
Don’t kill me, he repeated many times(serious!). With bright smiles thrown in, too.
I wonder if my wrath was so evident that he had to plead for his life constantly.
But.. but.. but.. you told me you would have it before I came down.
I whimpered with a soft, quivering voice, as I tried my best to well up dejected tears in my eyes so I could somehow get some hope out of this.
He was apologetic, and said that he would give me a treat the next time round to make up for it.
Damn. I thought he would offer to check for me, but I got a meal offer instead.
That’s not what I want!
I left, with head bowed, and very sore feet.
I shouldn’t have wore heels.
***
I scooted around town to get something for Jiali, and perhaps, looking for other alternatives to replace the something else, which I might not be able to get.
I bumped into Yueyang, who was looking good in a white shirt and work pants, together with his colleagues.
*Ahem*
I scouted the entire mall with them, before they had to get back to work, and I went around hunting alone, again.
It took me couple of hours, before I could finally settle for something for Jiali, before I messaged SBB in glee that, at least the trip wasn’t wasted.
I had wanted to get something for Finicky Feline, and went to the place where SBB told me that I might be able to find it, and realised that the place doesn’t carry any of such, at all.
I was angry. So angry that when SBB called to check on my Christmas shopping, that I didn’t know what to say, and ended up saying, ‘I am so angry. So angry like.. like.. like.. a potato.‘
Duh.
How is potato like when it is angry, by the way?
I was glad that at least I managed to find something I was looking for before I left town.
So glad that I forgot that I haven’t had anything to eat nor drink at 5pm in the evening.
***
I took a train out of town, and stopped by the station nearest to where I was supposed to go, following the boss’ directions.
Since I didn’t have any idea, I blew 4 bucks on cab fare to the secret location.
There, I was met with more disappointment as confusion, fatigue, and clueless salesmen proved a fatal mix.
Especially when I was referred place to place, given mixed directions.
When I finally found the place, I was told they don’t have it either.
Well done.
Right then, it was late, and I had to go.
Shopping mission failed terribly.
Something else, couldn’t be found, and is unlikely to be.
***
The sky started to build up, and it started raining again.
Without a bus stop in sight, I walked in the rain, feet bruised and sore.
I didn’t expect to walk so much yesterday and had unwittingly put on my heels.
I didn’t what bus to take to Tiong Bahru, and decided to walk on.
The walking was killing me. And I still couldn’t see any bus stop in sight.
Until I saw a bridge in the rain that blurred my vision, and ventured up it.
To my absolute surprise, when I emerged from the bridge, the first bus that came along, is a line that goes to Tiong Bahru, and I muttered a prayer of thanks in my exasperation.
Met up with Jiali at slightly past 6, and I was glad to meet up with the babe again.
In fact, so glad that, besides saying that I went home a very happy girl, I just couldn’t think of any thing else to say.
Though this is the 3rd time I meet up with her for 2005, we both concluded that the frequency is higher than any other.
It is odd.
8 years ago, we both first watched a movie together on 28 December 1997.
Titanic.
That was days or weeks after we had became inseparable friends.
The connection, and the telepathy between us left many friends amused.
She, was my first ever female buddy. Like I said before, I had decided to make her my life-long buddy right then.
A different sort. Someone of the same frequency, with that spontaneity in her.
Perhaps because, we were young.
Since then, I left for UK, and we kept in constant contact through snail mails and IRC.
Almost 8 years later, our lives took very different paths.
We don’t meet up as often, probably because our courses of life is different, or perhaps how I often refrain from picking up the phone cos… her significant other doesn’t fancy me that much.
But it is just incredibly touching when you met up with someone you deem close all these while, and realise nothing quite change when you both meet up again.
The chemistry.
The I-don’t-have-to-explain-much-and-you-would-know-exactly-what-I-am-trying-to-say.
It was as if we could pick up where we last left off, and the warm and fuzzy feeling is still there.
We had met up for the Chronicles of Narnia, cos her company had a Christmas event and had booked the entire cinema for it.
I became her date for the free movie, and free popcorn. More than happy to. Not because of freebies, because of the brilliant company.
We caught up over free popcorn just before the movie started, and SBB would really hate to hear her response when she realised who he is.
She burst into fits of heinous laughters, and I followed suit.
She updated some aspects of her life and I was glad to smile at those revelations with a twinkle in my eyes.
She is always the strait-laced one, and me, the kooky one.
She is always the quiet-looking one, who has a sparkle of hidden mischief in her. I am always the wild-looking one, who has a sprinkle of hidden quietness in me.
Somehow, we always bring out the spontaneous nature in each other.
We went into the cinema, and I realised how my 5th movie of the year, is again, watched together with a female.
Bleah.
So sad ah?
And the intriguing Da Vinci Code trailer is out, and I so want to watch it.
***
*Spoilers ahead*
I didn’t think I would enjoy the Chronicles of Narnia cos it is really not the sort of movie I would go for if not for the free tickets.
But, I actually enjoyed it a great deal.
I am not sure if the dishy King Peter(oh no, I am such a paedophile! He is only 18. Or perhaps, 15 or 16 when the movie was filmed) has anything to do with it.
Or maybe the faun played by the absolutely gorgeous James McAvoy has something to do with it.
But I remember the audible gasps from Jiali and I when we saw the adult version of King Peter at the end of the movie.
‘Oooooooooo hmmmmm,’ we both cooed at the same time.
Not bad, at least our hormonal levels are rising at the same pace after 8 years.
Muahahaha.
I have heard how Chronicles of Narnia is Christ-inspired.
I didn’t know why until I watched it.
Lion. How it was slayed like Christ was cruxified. How it resurrected thereafter.
Anyway, I thought the Queen of Narnia was so absolutely gorgeous.
***
I was actually very tired after the movie as we sat down for a cup of tea at the golden arch.
But her presence made it so comfortable that I spoke more than I would have.
We laughed, we pinpointed each other’s denials, and we just… caught up.
She had seen me when I was the tomboyish, ugly one.
I was told not to lick my lips once too often, cos my hair.. and my lips.. well, is sending out vibes.
Though I would have wanted to rush home before midnight, but I didn’t, cos it was just great to be spending time with this old buddy of mine.
From the time I started collecting female friends, I never thought she would outlast everyone.
8 years back, we always said we only know each other for ‘days’ only, because our friendship blossomed really, just in a couple of days.
Then, I left for UK after few weeks.
Now, we could claim we have a thick 8-year foundation.
There was never rivalry. Never judgment. Never jealousy. Never betrayal.
At the end of everything, we just want each other to live life to the fullest, and we want nothing but happiness for each other.
We even talked of how we would be meeting up more frequently if she is single, which I think the boyfriend might not be very happy about us talking about the prospect of it. -Sheepish-
Really baby, I wish you the very best.
Merry Christmas, my very, very, dear friend.
***
She loves cats.
And thus, this.
***
It was midnight, and I relented to raising my hand to hail for a cab.
I reached home, bushed.
I collapsed to the floor, and refused to rid of the jeans.
I rested enough, before I stood up to head for the showers, rinsing away the fatigue.
Still no nice calves.
***
The headache bugged. I went to bed.
I tossed and turned most of the night, and woke up at 5.30am.
I forced myself back to sleep and could no longer do so when it was 8.30am.
I forsee a very tiring day ahead.
In fact, I am not sure if the rain yesterday did something to me.
I am feeling not very well at this moment.
Oh no. I still have to head town to shop.
Oh no. I still have a dinner to attend tonight with a bunch of gorgeous ladies.
Oh no. I still have to party with the girls tonight.
Oh no. Oh no.
***
My adventure into JB on Wednesday was to look for something for SBB, and perhaps, something for the ladies too.
I managed to get some stuff for the guys, but have absolutely no luck with the stuff for the ladies.
I reached JB at 2.30pm, after a half an hour direct bus from the bus stop outside my place.
And, I didn’t stop walking for another 7 hours thereafter.
And, the search for something, failed terribly.
I had reached City Square in search of something.
When I first stepped into the busy mall, I had allowed myself to stray.
Well, there’s quite a bit of time on hand, I thought to myself.
And it is not my fault that MNG was having a SALE.
I thought I could find something for mum or any of my girl pals in it.
And the range of winter clothing screamt for my attention. So pretty!
I told myself I shall not allow my will to waver after I walked out of the place with a red, long sleeved, turtle-neck top.
SBB went WTF when I told him of my purchase.
He nearly puked blood when I told him how I had gleefully took a puffy winter jacket off the rack and walked towards the cashier, only to remind myself that I was doing Christmas shopping for my pals, and that there isn’t winter in Singapore either.
I reluctantly put back the jacket that would have cost me less than a hundred Singapore dollars.
The very same one I tried on, when I was out shopping with FF at MNG a month ago!
Self-control, I have.
So I settled for a RM50 top, which on hindsight, not very practical to be worn here either.
I told myself I shall not buy anything else for myself for the rest of the day.
I managed to do some fruitful shopping for the guys, and left City Square in a haste when I realised I couldn’t find something there, and I was craving for Sushi at Holiday Plaza.
I hopped on a cab with SBB on the phone, and made my way down to the next destination, still looking for, something.
I walked the entire Holiday Plaza, only to realise my Genki Sushi is closed for good, and I had to settle for McDonald’s.
Woe is me.
Disappointed is me, too.
Angry is very me.
I scoured the entire building, and couldn’t find what I was looking for.
I was tired.
I am not joking when I say I walked the entire complex, hunted every corner.
Eventually, I only managed to get a ring Nick asked me to buy on his behalf.
I spent hours there walking from end to end, demoralised.
Nothing for the ladies, either.
I went into the departmental store, and was referred from first floor to 3rd, 3rd to 2nd, 2nd to 1st and 1st to 2nd, 2nd to 3rd.
And I stupidly followed instructions, as the language barrier handicapped me.
The staff were mostly Malay, and I had to gesture to them what I was looking for, which no one could quite understand.
Could someone just pass me a knife? I either would stab them or stab myself to end my agony.
I should be glad no knife was in sight. I am not sure if I should be glad either.
***
I sinned, yet again.
I recalled how my contact lens was running low on supply, and I succumbed to temptation.
The only concrete stuff I left Holiday Plaza with, is a purchase of contact lens, for MYSELF.
Gosh.
No, no. No more. I cannot spend on myself anymore, I reminded myself.
Self-control baby, self-control.
Mission to look for something, failed.
***
I was directed to somewhere else, which I followed the instructions, and jumped onto the cab to.
I didn’t even know where I was heading, and was sitting in the cab for a few extra seconds when the driver had stopped for me.
I was slightly embarrassed when I realised he was waiting for me to get off, and exclaimed, ‘Oh, here is it huh?‘
I ended up at Giant hypermart.
Duh?!
Giant?
What could I possibly get here?
I was thirsty, and bought myself a drink.
I walked past OSIM and was stopped by the overzealous young sales person.
He tried to recommend me the UZap and his sales pitch was giving me a hard time as I tried hard to stifle my laughter.
As he rattled on endlessly, he then pointed to the poster to drive home his point.
On the poster, it was written, for Tummy, Butts, and Thighs.
He pointed to the 3 words, and said, ‘It is good for losing tummy, butt, and.. Tits.‘
I frowned. I stoned for a moment. I thought I heard something wrongly, as he repeated himself.
I realised why.
He pronounced Thighs, as Tigs.
For a moment, I nearly wanted to say, ‘Sorry, I don’t really want to lose my tits.’
I thought the instructions couldn’t be wrong, and as usual, I walked the entire hypermart to look for something, which is quite impossible to find in a hypermart.
I walked out tired, and disappointed.
I hopped on a cab, and had wanted to go to this place.
I couldn’t recall the name, and said Pelangi.
It wasn’t the place I had wanted to go, though I recognised it as the place I had once been to.
I thought I have some time in hand, and needed to rest my feet.
So it was no wonder, and totally understandable that I had walked into a shoe shop to take a breather.
What is unforgivable is the fact that, I walked out of the store, with a pair of new heels.
Dammit.
I ran out of cash to buy my Christmas presents.
Oh no!
This sucks.
I made a last minute mad rush around the plaza, and something was nowhere to be found, either.
I could have broken down and wail in despair.
By then, most of the shops in Plaza Pelangi were closing, and I was too breathless to continue. 10pm, it already was.
I didn’t even have the time to head back to my JB place as I had initially planned to.
I hopped on a cab that brought me to the custom, only to be greeted by the horrific tons of human traffic waiting for the Singapore-bound buses.
I contemplated to walk across the causeway.
But thank God a bus that arrived shortly had enough spare room for me.
***
Christmas shopping for friends, failed miserably.
Shopping for myself, wasn’t too bad a haul, really.
Wait, what was my main motive for going places these days huh?
Oh yeah, shopping for something and something else.
Someone has to remind me to get my priority right, ya know?
***
The problem is, I had seen things in JB that I would love to get for my friends.
Like the bag I know FF would like.
The ring with the gemstone Vamp will adore.
Or the bling bling Raf would fall for.
Such and such.
When I saw those on the shelves, I picked them up with fervent enthusiasm, and then I realised I had picked things that worth more than 300 ringgits, and were the most expensive stuff amongst their fellow peers.
I simply couldn’t afford.
I can’t help but think how I always have the best taste in stuff.
Though the same can’t be said for the guys I dated.
Muahahaha.
***
I waited for 20 minutes in the warm environment, until the bus 160 finally arrived.
I embarked on a long and excruciating ride back, and was devastated when I had to stand in the packed bus.
I was so glad I was wearing my most comfortable pair of Nike prestos.
Even wearing that, doesn’t stop my toes from bruising badly.
I muttered yet another prayer of thanks when someone got off, and I could finally rest my abused legs.
There was a very interesting family sitting behind me, with this teenager, who struck me as a very filial boy.
He was a bit ah bengish, but was careful to make sure his mum got onto the bus without anyone pushing.
On the ride home, I was eavedropping to their conversations(he was travelling with his cousins, and relatives I supposed, and it was quite a big group), and I was giggling to myself.
He was a joker. He was talking about how many girls have much sexual interest him, but he has never thought about them in that way.
And how he decided not to go for one particular girl cos it would mean making all the others (many, many others, in his words) disappointed.
His family all laughed, and went ‘Eeee yeeer‘ at him.
I could have joined in and smacked across his head. But it was cool to see them talking about such in such a close-knitted manner.
***
I alighted from the bus at 11, and walked a long route home.
I collapsed onto the floor and sat there for the longest time, not wanting to do anything before I garnered enough energy to head for my shower.
I wanted to blog but I was too tired to.
Way to tired.
My legs don’t feel like mine anymore.
***
Tuesday was relatively interesting.
I woke up early to head to town for some Christmas shopping.
Was chatting to Dexter over MSN and he suggested lunching in town.
We got Nick down to join us at Far East, and the arranged time to meet was 12.45pm.
I took a train down, and the guys were worried that I would be late when I was still online at 12.10pm.
I reached before they did, at 12.50pm.
Bleah. Idiotic people.
We lunched at Far East Plaza, and I quite like the food, actually.
Nick with his trademark stare.
And Dexter looking spastic here.
We joked that Vamp would still be sleeping and didn’t ask her along.
Just as we spoke of her, her message came in to tell me that Jane Doe and her would be hanging out, and asked me to give her a call when I woke up.
I called her back to tell her I was already up and was having lunch in town, and would drop by after I shop around for a while.
The 2 chaps returned to their work, and Nick and I took a train to Tanjong Pagar and City Hall respectively.
***
I alighted at City Hall and shopped around for some Christmas ideas.
I walked, and walked.
And then when I was in the ladies, I dropped my lipstick and stained my white dress.
Gr…
It left a blood-like stain, and my dress is gone for good.
Oh well.
***
I did my brows before I walked down to Purvis Street, where Miss Clarity cafe was at.
I didn’t do any shopping cos it would be rather silly to meet up with them when I was actually shopping for them.
VampTreSS and
Brian were already hanging out there.
And I joined them.
Apparently, Brian’s bike was sent for repair, and he could only collect it at 7pm, and thus, he was gatecrashing the girls’ day out.
The place is quiet and nice, and with the gloomy weather, it wasn’t too warm to hang there.
We emailed the work-bound Finicky Feline a picture of the 3 ladies, just to tell her what a relaxing afternoon we were having.
Jane Doe so pretty here!
VampTreSS had ordered herself a cute cup of latte.
We were trying to figure out what it was, and the variations came up as ‘Love’(the piscean in me thought it was that at first sight), ‘Cafe’, and since it’s Vamp’s drink, I thought ‘Late’ was appropriate too.
Latte, it was.
The klutz in me acted up again.
To add on to the lipstick stain, I dropped a piece of cake onto my dress.
No wonder I resented white garments.
Smoke couldn’t be seen. But the expression on Brian was a tad lusty. Muahahaha.
The ladies went to get their car into a nearer lot, and they had asked the act-cool one to reserve the lot just in case someone wanted to park there.
His *ahem* pride made him reluctant, and he tried to shove the chore to me. I refused, and we saw the lot taken up.
Oops.
So when another one was freed up, he begrudgingly headed to the lot, as Jane Doe drove her car there. A lorry wanted to park in the lot he was standing at, but his cold, frosty stare had drove the uncle away.
Brian, the parking lot reserver.
Jane Doe left shortly after, and it was left with us.
It started drizzling and the weather became cosy.
Someone was really bored there.
And started snapping away.
Brian and Ting.
Ting and VampTreSS.
***
We headed towards Bugis in the light drizzle, and realised it was just a street across.
I am not sure if it was my imagination or something when the 3 of us were crossing the busy junction, I felt someone smacking my butt or something.
Hmm, how strange.
***
The 3 of us shopped around for a while, and ventured into the very packed and humid Bugis Village.
Brain directed us to this small shop tucked along the stretch of compact shops, where they sell nice, genuine Adidas stuff.
I saw a very nice pair of black Adidas pants with bright pink stripes going for 35 buckeroos and had to take all the self restraints I had in me not to be tempted.
Whee.
I want!
***
It was when we were in Bugis, looking for a ATM machine, when someone stopped in my path.
A gentle-looking, skinny, soft spoken lady.
Hi, are you Ting?
Erm, yup.
I read you blog.
-Gasp gasp gasp-
Oh hi. You are…?
Churra.
Oh! Churralife?
She had left comments in my blog, and I had even received a couple of emails from her.
I giggled nervously, and remembered the fact that I was in a state of paleness.
Eee yer.
Next time wait for me to put on some make up can? So I won’t scare the hell outta you.
Thanks babe, for stopping by to say hi, and it is great to finally put a face to the emails you had sent me.
So nervous, can?
And I am still too socially inept to respond to such situations.
I introduced Brian and VampTreSS to her, before we bade her goodbye as her backview diminished into the crowd.
***
I told them I must make sure I have my war-paint on every time I head out in the future.
VampTreSS joked, ‘I wonder when will be the day when someone will stop me in my path and ask: Hey, are you Vamp? Can I eat you?‘
I rolled my eyes until I heard what Brian had got to offer.
‘I wonder when will be the day when girls will stop me in my path and ask, Hey are you Brian? Can you Bukake me?‘
I shall not elaborate what is Bukake cos I am too innocent for that, ya know?
I am just wondering when will be the day when someone will stop me in my path just to give me a slap.
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We sent Brian to the bus stop, trying to figure out which bus would send him to where he was going, and I was amused by the 2 brats ignorant ones, when it comes to bus routes.
We bade him goodbye and continued on with our shopping, and Nick joined us again shortly after.
It was evening.
We were hungry and settled for noodles at the coffee shop across the street.
It was there, when Nick suggested that we head down to Serangoon Gardens with him to meet up with Brian and Shulin.
VampTreSS and I decided to scrimp on cab fare, and decided to embark on an adventure.
We took bus!
We searched for a bus stop that would bring us to Serangoon, and changed yet another bus to reach Serangoon Gardens, a land that is foreign to me.
We were so clueless that we asked the bus driver where to get down, and he had asked us to follow this elderly man in orange cap.
Clearly, his instructions worked, and we found ourselves at Serangoon Gardens shortly after.
VampTreSS and I were so proud of our feat, and we actually like the place well.
And yes, that obvious mark is the lipstick stain.
I was too tired to speak, and I was in a zone-out mode most of the night.
After Shulin and Brian left, we were sitting at Cafe Cartel, playing with the camera, again.
Roy had taken this, and I realised what he was trying to take.
The couple behind me.
Eeee yer. Trying to say I am unwanted is it?
So pretty!
Roy took this, and we thought it is pretty cool.
And I think Vamp is incredibly sexy when she pouts.
Whee.
Whilst we were all tired and sleepy, Nick pressed us to act cute for his sake.
I gathered all the energy within me, just for this shot.
And of course, we had a champion for the night.
The undisputable act-cuteness.
I had to secretly freeze-frame a video just to get this on my site.
Now, I fear for my life.
And yes, if you would excuse me, I shall drag my arse out of bed to head to town, now.
