I was superbly tired at 11pm and I drifted off for a half an hour nap.

I woke up and decided I was hungry. I craved for chocolate when I was speaking to SBB on the phone.

I searched the fridge, and found a life-saving bar of Mars. I am surprised it wasn’t put to other use(ahhhhhhhhheeeeemm) and survived long enough to fix my craving.

I was full after my snacks, and I ended up editing pictures for my next Minibean posts.

And then….

Someone, tried to turn me on over a late night MSN exchange by telling me what he would like to do to me, and asking me what SBB did to me. Cough.

I would say he did a pretty impressive job there, which frankly, got me pretty in need of some hot, wild living.

My honest take is, I really wouldn’t mind jumping him. It is like a concept that is conceivable. But yet if the conversation has taken place in reality.. it seems barely likely.

And in this 2 years, I guess the only person I would not mind jumping is CBB, but yet I chickened out anyway.

Alas, as usual, when the invitation came in, I only could muster a wry smile and stack it to the back of my head.

I met him for the first time at an event a year and half ago. We carried the same bag and he’s tall, skinny, and boyishly attractive despite of his age of 32(haha, what we always joked about not being in our ‘era’).

He asked me couple of weeks back if I hadn’t gotten pregnant(he did ask me out for drinks back then when we first met, but I was already 4 months pregnant and I kinda just gave excuses to wriggle my way out and we never met up again since the first encounter), would we actually end up dating.

This man is wild. Surprisingly, he reminds me of a combination of SBB and CBB(looks and flirting wise).

All 3 are male sluts. Dammit.

And I think I have just found the common traits of the guys I am drawn to. Yeah. Male sluts. Not exactly good news there.

***

For the 2nd time in a week, I have been asked if my nose is fake. I am not sure to laugh or cry, cos I have hated my nose with a passion for the longest time and I would love to get it fixed. If this is the kind of results I get from a nose job… I will demand a refund.

And the person who insisted I had done is, is annoyingly my mum.

And she wanna act smart as she eagerly asked if I had done it, and assumed I did.

If I really did, people would not be saying Charissa has gotten my nose, cos hers is simply too flat to be her dad’s.

HMPH.

I can’t seem to sleep. And momentarily, I have once again forgotten that Comex is just a day away.

That moment, felt utterly brilliant.

See you guys, at Comex.

Thursday, 30th August 2007, 12pm – 9pm, Suntec City.

I am sure I will look friendlier then.