It was 1am when I finally covered the 1.5km with a brisk yet leisure pace.

Music blasting in my ears, and I stretched my vocals to match its roaring volume.

Nope, I wasn’t afraid of any form of mortals overhearing mytraumatising crooning in the dark.

I didn’t have to.

That plot of empty land that linked Bukit Batok and Jurong together, was of pitch-black darkness, and not a single soul was in sight.

Except for the passing traffic, zooming pass at high speed, either freshly exiting or eagerly entering the Pan-Island Expressway at the gigantic junction I was waiting to cross.

The buzz, the swoosh, or even the growls from above(the flyover of the expressway) were muffled out as I tapped on the ‘+’ for the volume.

I enjoyed the peace I spared for myself.

It didn’t quite matter that I had missed the last train by 10 minutes, and didn’t think there would be any direct bus that would still head to Jurong at that time of the night(12.05am).

I jaywalked(or rather, jayran) across the road when I saw a Route 174 coming to a halt across the street, which I know would stop somewhere near my place.

Just not quite near enough.

***

I took my time to leave home today, knowing they would be having a long session of gaming.

I realise how dressing up, or not, reveals a state of mind of my own.

I think the hormones are running amok today.

I felt great reluctance to be heading out despite it being a Friday, and the crankiness and homeliness could be easily identified.

I shall not mention how I locked myself further in, in a world of my own by stuffing my ears with earphones, to shut all the other mortals out of my reality.

I read the magazine of boxy Chinese characters, taking a break from the usual English novels I had used to fill in my time on train rides, head bow, refused to look around at the people around.

I sat myself down at Burger King for a short dinner, and I suddenly felt the urge to head home.

I felt a surge of tears rising to the brim as I was looking down on the Mushroom Swiss Burger’s sesame.

I swear I was thinking of nothingness, and the suffocating mix of emotions came out of nowhere, taking me by surprise as well.

I didn’t even feel irritated, but was thinking how cool it is that hormones have such a hold over us ladies.

I then decided to linger a bit more by myself, enjoying my own company, taking a slow read of the magazine.

I slowly sipped the last bit of water before I left for Level 9, where all the actions were.

I joined the guys slightly at half past 9, in the midst of their war.

I had fun, venting all my hormone-induced vexation on the opposition.

My shooting skills still suck big time!

And I still scream in the face of gunfires.

Bleah. So… girly.

Can’t stand it when I am so girly. Must be macho.

I kinda like using silly player names, so that when the experts are killed by the newbie with the cringe-worthy moniker, they would feel extra rage to it.

Imagine that you are killed by ‘IKnowUKnowImCute’ or ‘DonchaAdoreMe’. You get the picture.

Muahahahaha.

After around 3 hours, I left in the midst of the game, and it was as if I was a phantom player of the day.

Cool.

Wasn’t in my most sociable mood either(Yeap, sorry friends, if you find it rather hard to contact me these days).

No extra spending other than necessary.

Good girl.

SBB called when I was just ending my game.

I suspect he is some sort of jinx.

I went to thaw myself at the stairs exit since it was incredibly freezing at the caged area where we battled ourselves silly.

I was thinking of exiting, say, a storey or 2 down, to the mall, so that I could take the escalator.

The horror struck me when I the door shut itself with a loud thud, and I ventured my way down.

4 flights of stairs down, I saw the tiny notice.

It says that the only exit is at, yes, you guess it, level 1.

%#!$#!%#!

I was at Level 9, okay??

Apparently, all the exits could only exit, and have only one-way doors.

So I skipped, wobbled(legs tired, ya see), stormed down the stairs, all the way until 1st storey.

And there wasn’t a single living soul in sight throughout.

I wonder how scary it would be if there wasn’t anyone on the phone.

Just as I exited from the 1st storey, I opened the door of victory with such great force, as if I finally gained my long-awaited freedom.

Never did I expect that someone was sitting right in front of the door, cos he didn’t expect anyone to be using the stairs.

I feel ouch for him, cos the door must have had hit his back hard.

Oops.

Hopefully, the late waking hour of mine today would last me through the night, with more recaps to come.

I have like…. 7 entries in mind, which I do not really feel like leaving them past new year, ya know? And to think it’s already the last day of 2005.

I really do wish to do a glance-back at this extraordinary year.

For me, that is.

Friday.

Ahh… such a simple one.