FINICKYMUNCHED/BUBBLEFELINED

First of all.

The saga had a closure.

I feel liberated. I feel good.

If only you can see the mesmerising sweet smile on me right now.

But, the talk had took up most of the time I had wanted to leave for this entry. *pouts*

Anyway.

The 2 gorgeous people I had met, by now you would have known, were *cough* two of my favourite bloggers of all time, Bubblemunche(XXXX), and Finicky Feline(XXXXXX).

Yes, Bubblemunche, or fictitious Eddy Neo to some.

Or, a totally fresh character to others, who had located him elsewhere on the blogosphere.

And sorry to disappoint some of you peepz out there, we, the 2 brilliant ladies, had popped his meet-the-bloggers cherry.

We were his firsts.

It could have been me, and just me, only.

Boohoohoo.

It was last evening, after an eventless, homebound day.

BB: I’m scared of all the blog politics too….
BB: That’s why…..
BB: No meet-ups for me :P!
Ting: yah..
BB: Anyway..
BB: This is a bad time..
BB: But..
BB: Wanna meet-up for dinner somday?
BB: Haha..
Ting: yes..
Ting: with FF?
BB: I’m curious about how FF’s like
BB: Eh..
BB: I do things on impulse..
BB: I might regret this.. but oh well…
Ting: Tomorrow?
BB: Can also
Ting: Ok set.
Ting: YOU DIE.

Muahaha. I set the date right on the spot so I could leave no room for him to regret.

Hurhurhur.

Jurong Point. 6.30pm. Outside Giordano, the trio agreed.

*Cough* Obviously, someone was blardy late cos she was blogging slightly delayed. And the other two were *gasp* early!

But no, FF didn’t go up to BB to identify herself though she had spotted him with the description he had provided me with - an ugly green jacket.

I shall not blog about how FF and I were so blardy, freaking shy(yes, shove it into your minds that WE GET SHY TOO!) that, we actually walked into the mall, and immediately U-turned out of the entrance cos we didn’t dare to approach him.

We held our hands, and were a bundle of nerves.

Jitters.

Finally, we walked up to him.

My head bowed. Eyes focusing on the floor hoping he would not realise I was without a hint of makeup.

Handshakes were exchanged, and his amicable laughter, framed by the giant pimple on his chin, broke the ice. I giggled nervously.

Dinner was at Fish & Co.

Audible gasps were heard when we sat down, when the man removed his top jacket to reveal the magnificent sight beneath.

Oh.My.God.

*Holds breath*

Lo and behold. The sight before us.

He had plotted this, I am sure.

We swooned. We got slightly moist from the oozing beads of sweat. We were in need of a cold shower.

*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

UNIFORM, YOU KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We didn’t need to order anything. We then had him for dinner.

I wish No, we were too shy. We are prim and proper ladies. Very demure, too.

We were informed soup of the day was ‘lamb chop’.

I was grossly disappointed when clam chowder was served instead.

We had an animated dinner, filled with explicit detailed insights to post-Eddy Neo days, and we even thought of filling ‘Scarlett, Bubblemunche, Finicky Feline’ on the feedback form.

Woooooooooooooooosh. THAT uniform, again.

Bubblemunche has very nice, big eyes, but a very small face.

Finicky Feline has very hairy arms. Does that make her a very horny person?

Even if she is, you would never guess from her demure Japanese Korean porn star look.

In her haughty words, ‘hey it’s not my fault i look so innocent and sweet. I was born with it, baby.’

Bleah.

Scarlett Ting? She is much more cheerful than what they had expected. Or so they said.

Verdict of Bubblemunche?

Mr Sweetheart.

He insisted on getting the bill(next time, bring him to Equinox or something).

We adjourned to Swensen’s, where we had freaking sinful desserts.

Finicky Feline had a swollen eye, and the sweetheart promptly left his seat, rushed down the escalator, ran into the mall, down the escalator again, to get some eyedrops from the pharmacy.

Imagine my utter flabbergastion when he was back with a pack of lozenges as well, cos I was coughing relentlessly for the evening.

He even requested for a glass of warm water for me.

*Ting cues* Everyone, says ‘Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww………….’ with me.

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww….

*Smitten*

Were we on earth? Couldn’t be. No such guys still exist!

Over dinner, the duo were pretty curious about Jayaxe, whom I had the *cough* honour to meet up many moons ago.

A call was then made to the other sweetie(yes, in fact, Bubblemunche does remind me very much of Jayaxe’s gentlemanly, sweet-soul ways), and the smart one guessed their identities accurately.

We must all meet up for a game of mahjong, or dinner one day.

Must make them wear uniforms.

*ROARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

The 3 of us took the train, and it was on the platform, where I rolled up Bubblemunche’s sleeve to reveal his hard, stiff, thick…. bicep.

Finicky Feline and I, held on to each other for support.

Thanks Bubblemunche. It was a great pleasure.

Seeing you in uniform Admiring your biceps Meeting you, that is.