A FRACTION OF THE PAST

When there is no one else online in the middle of the night, you find yourself easily succumbed to such lame quiz to pass time.

Perhaps, we are always trying to know ourselves better, and all routes will seem enticing to us.

Get to know yourself better (Courtesy of Tetanus)

Get to know yourself better

Your view on yourself:
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don’t like conflict. Because you’re so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.

My take?

I am not usually interesting to people.

Intelligent? Nah.

Honest? Okay, somewhat so. Hurhur.

Sweet? Muahaha. Nope.

Friendly to everyone? Not true!

I am not cheerful nor fun!

The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are a true romantic. When you are in love, you will do anything and everything to keep your love true.

What do you think, peepz? Muahaha. Tsk tsk. Truest statement of all. I am a blardy sucker for romance.

Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You are ready to commit as soon as you meet the right person. And you believe you will pretty much know as soon as you might that person.

Used to be true. Not so sure about now. Until, the right one comes along for me to establish the truth.

The seriousness of your love:
You are very serious about relationships and aren’t interested in wasting time with people you don’t really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.

*Cough* So, people whom I don’t really like, what do YOU think?

But somehow, I think I fit this more:
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that’s why you’ll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?

*Cough* FF, what do YOU think? Muahaha.

Your views on education:
Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.

How. Not. True. I don’t believe in that bull, really.

The right job for you:
You’re a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you’ll be set for life.

So. Very. Not. True.

I am the least practical person anyone could find.

How do you view success:
You are confident that you will be successful in your chosen career and nothing will stop you from trying.

Why am I not so sure about this? Hurhur.

What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don’t ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.

*Nod nod*

Yet I am always so dependent. Tsk tsk. *wags finger*

Who is your true self:
You are mature, reasonable, honest and give good advice. People ask for your comments on all sorts of different issues. Sometimes you might find yourself in a dilemma when trapped with a problem, which your heart rather than your head needs to solve.

The last statement is spot on.

***

So bored.

I am blogging a tad too much these days, you know.

And what I had been blogging about, has so much to do with the past, isn’t it?

Right on.

It has been 5 days since I left home for some social gatherings with friends and such.

Was pretty much looking forward to the weekend after a couple of plans didn’t work out through the week.

Say, chicken rice lunch with Shivonne and peepz on Tuesday, and coffee with Vamptress and Tetanus on Thursday.

The former didn’t take place cos I was too groggy to leave home. The latter didn’t take place cos
our schedules didn’t quite fit.

Coincidentally, today’s plan was a combination of both.

Was already all dressed and out to head to Philip’s chicken rice stall(yeay, Mr Ex-boyfriend is now a chicken rice stall owner) to meet up with Shivonne for chicken rice dinner.

Quite embarrassed to say that I have not patronised their stall since its officially opening due to the evil bout of flu.

Okay, fine, and a substantial bout of laziness, too.

Shivonne, is actually this pretty nurse, whom Philip was rather interested in for a period of time.

Likewise, she fell for him too.

But things didn’t work out, I guess.

I took comfort in the fact that I don’t feel anything weird nor particularly upsetting when she added me on MSN and befriended me.

Vamptress thought the whole arrangement was pretty bizarre.

Hurhurhur. The thought of it is indeed bizarre, but since there wasn’t an ounce of awkwardness(honest!), I didn’t think it wasn’t appropriate or anything.

I see that as a sign that I moved on, well. (Yippee!)

Anyway.

Plan was I would meet up with Vamptress and Tetanus after my chicken rice dinner.

I packed my stuffs before heading out.

Whilst on my way, I was informed everything was sold out, and it would be pretty much pointless if I make my way down.

Ah well. I shall just hang out in town then. I thought no harm checking out the MNG sale before meeting the others.

The aggressive crowd put me off, and I backed off after only 5 steps into the shop.

Anyway, bad news came swiftly, and Vamptress had called to raincheck the meetup.

Alright then, seems like it wasn’t quite my day.

Just as I was wandering aimlessly around the mall, hungry, the phone rang.

Royston. Philip’s friend.

Someone who hadn’t called me since the cretaceous age.

What a surprise eh?

So, it didn’t quite come as a surprise when he actually called up to ask of a favour.

He asked where I was, and was rather amused by the fact that I was alone, just walking aimlessly.

Hung up after I said I would try to help.

It was then endless trips up and down escalators, checking out stores which I had no interest in, and browsing at all the fanciful menus to decide what I wanted to eat.

Wasn’t in the mood to club.

Didn’t know what to do, where to go.

Surprisingly, Royston called back, and said he would pick me up from where I was, to have dinner with me.

It was porridge(how exciting for a food choice) at Chinatown, as we caught up with whatever had been happening for the past months we haven’t been in much contact.

I am pretty amazed, and amused with certain twist of events.

People who had read about the series of events that happened back then, would know how dramatic every had been.

I didn’t expect the drama to last till now, today.

Apparently something had happened before he met up with me, and I realised how draggy the whole issue had evolved.

Still, I wish the 3 of them would realise what is best for them, and everyone would be happy at the end of it.

Is it possible?

I think it is.

Maybe I am just an idealist.

***

The talk over dinner was pretty long.

He then suggested that we would go over to EskiBar to meet up with *gasp* Philip, Kenneth, David and gang.

Wouldn’t it be weird?

Not exactly how I would want my weekend to be.

Just not feeling up to it.

I mean, it was just that I was in one of my quiet moods, and I didn’t want any misunderstanding to arise from it.

I would still very much feel alright meeting up with them on any other days, I am sure.

Was feeling a tad affected by what Royston had shared.

Was just feeling a tad affected by everything, I guess.

And didn’t feel like heading home early for the night.

***

The brilliant Finicky Feline was a darling.

She came down to Boat Quay to meet up with me.

At Boat Quay.

I met the guy of my nightmares dreams.

The man I wanted to marry.

The gorgeous one I wanted to shag.

The handsome one I wanted to…

Okay, okay, enough of mushy stuffs.

I saw the Chao Ah Beng(must be FF’s influence) of my exquisite taste.

Peepz, meet the new man in my life, who caught my fancy.

*cough*

First thing first.

*&#@!^$%#%@^%!#%!@#

*curse curse swear swear*

I am blardy in need of a diet.

I swear that this picture set the alarm bell ringing.

I look almost, or even, fatter than him in the picture.

I feel like a blardy whale next to him!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*Utter abhorrence*

HOW CAN?!

And yes, if you didn’t realise, the guy above is, in fact, the same one below.

So, I wasn’t wrong when I had all those past tense in the correct places when I introduced him.

Don’t ask me what happened that spur his new image. *chuckles*

I feel like killing myself over how fat I look next to him, really.

Oh, side track a little, FF cringed endlessly when I tried explaining to her that how the one of the left was nicknamed ‘Sweetie Honey Pie’ also known as ‘Hippopo’, while the right was sugarnamed ‘Sweetie Pie Pie’ also known as *cough* ‘Potamus’.

And, Hiphip.

*Sniggers*

Muahahahaha.

So cool huh.

Still, I insist it was pretty sweet.

And oh yah, Janice, I still insist my ex-boyfriend is cuter than yours. And, it’s pretty scary to see that Philip shares certain resemblances to me as he slims down.

Anyway.

What I didn’t realise was, EskiBar is actually in *gasp* Boat Quay, until Royston enlightened me.

Royston then walked over to EskiBar, where the others were at.

Since FF had not reached, I popped over to say hi.

It was inside there, I was introduced to some of their friends, and the freezing temperature didn’t quite faze me, despite the filmsy dress I was wearing.

I was pretty glad that some of the knots were untied when Kenneth apologised for removing me from his friendster.

All’s well.

And I should apologise for whatever mean things I had said against him in the wake of the petty insensitive deed he did.

Philip then suggested that I take a picture with Kenneth and we did.

After which, he said, ‘Eh, Kenneth, help me take a picture with her. Very long time never take picture with her already.‘

*Cough*

Why? Wanna make me look fat, is it?

And, we have 2000 other pictures in the archive, how many more you want?

Muahaha.

Anyway, it brought a rather warm and fuzzy feeling.

An unexpected one.

We took a total of 4 pictures cos his camera was pretty cranky (tsk tsk! Don’t use Olympus, I say).

He then exclaimed that I was still using the old camera he bought me some Christmases ago.

‘Yah what, nobody buy new one for me what.’ I retorted.

As he put his arm over my shoulder(wah! his waist really slimmer man!), I heard some teases, and someone behind us actually pushed him close to me.

I swear I blushed when Kenneth kept saying ‘Closer, closer’ suggestively when he was choreographing us for the shot, in which I responded with bashful giggles.

All in all, it was nice seeing them again.

I feel kinda good actually. That I blushed, and not feel hurt nor awkward.

Cos the latter might mean that I still could not hurdle over the past.

Then again, blushing is not exactly a good thing.

Muahahaha.

Don’t worry, I don’t like ah bengs.

***

It was an extensive night of talks with FF, as we sat by the river, and later went round and round Boat Quay to look for an ideal place to sit down.

We finally settled for T.C.C.

It’s a good place, I say.

It has nice strawberry tea, and I had a nice warm fudged brownie, with a scoop of chocolate ice cream.

The manager made a brief comment about me being an all-chocolate girl or something.

The babe with me had blackforest with vanilla ice-cream.

The deprived one(read: me) went on for a 2nd treat.

When the ice-cream was served, I looked at the waiter puzzledly, and said I had only wanted a scoop of strawberry ice-cream.

He told me not to worry and that it was okay, which means it was complimentary.

Yay!

I shall praise the nice staffs for giving me an extra scoop of chocolate ice-cream though I had only ordered a scoop of strawberry ice-cream to go with the shortcake.

Soooooooo nice!

The cake, the ice-cream, and the staffs.

We then sat by Fullerton, and then on this bridge, continuing our explicit juicy kinky insightful talks.

Swissotel looked so tantalising from where we were.

The moon was mesmerising too.

I am sure she will agree.

Hurhurhur.

If only we were watching the world from the balcony of Swissotel.

I am sure, it would be real, sweet.

***

Guy friend who messaged me weird messages yesterday messaged me again, today.

He asked why am I missing in action.

I said I was out with a friend.

He then replied, ‘miss you.’

Gosh. Please let this be nothing more than a joke.

***

I just have a major cringing session.

I was clearing some stuffs in my cabinet, when I stumbled upon, horror of horrors, a 10cm-thick pile of compilation of photographs, possibly chucked aside, by my mum.

Many of which, were old pictures of mine.

I almost forgotten I had been to New Zealand before, until I saw those pictures.( I felt so inferior cos I look so ugly in the pictures that I never got them framed/albumed)

Many pictures of past scandals, potentials, crushes, and crushees of mine. Many of Philip, too.

Days in United Kingdom.

Days of me looking butchy.

Don’t believe?

And you might have realised, the other butchy lady at the right hand corner, is actually *gasp* the Rafflesian, and the recent bride, Adrianne.

I even found a letter written from an old friend, whom I last saw when I was 17. Oddly, he wrote a letter to me from UK, to confess his likings for me, when I was 20.

3 years after not seeing me, and not even a single phone call, nor much letters(once a year, perhaps).

Amazing.

An old diary recorded names of people I once knew, and I noticed a familiar name, Peifen, and her address scribbled within.

Yeap, she’s the 93.3FM DJ. An acquaintance from IRC, I think. She is darn sweet a girl, I tell ya.

Many names I wonder, if they still remember who this lass by the name of Huiting is.

Pictures of how Philip and I spent our 2nd anniversary.

The ones that made my hair stand, and felt that slight tug within?

One blurred picture of me, and KG.

Another picture of me, and KG, possibly the only pictures of us, ever.

And, Shubin.

And?

Past boyfriends.

And those-who-didn’t-work-out.

Now, that was too much a shock.

Breathe, baby, breathe.

Feel so weird.

I am indeed flabbergasted.

***

Last, but not least, something that gave me endless chills.

Read this report.

Then, read this blog, the last entry dated on 12th May.

Gee, such is life.

And, who would have thought, the answer to his question of ‘don’t know why I sign up on this(referring to blogging)‘ in 2002, is in his final entry?

Life.

Quaint.