Monday and Tuesday were pretty mundane as I enjoyed days of solitude, away from people, and much forms of communication.

Except for that pretty fruitful and insightful phone call with Mr Pooh Bear(who was hugging his pooh bear while speaking to me) on late Tuesday night, which lasted till 8 plus in the morning.

Life isn’t easy for everyone at this moment, I guess.

Mr Pooh Bear(no, he is not a juvenile, but a male in his thirties) told me earlier today that FF was looking fervently for me after not hearing for me for a couple of days, and not responding to her SMSes.

And a subsequent message that came into my phone had finally lured me out of hiding on a Wednesday.

‘I miss you darling. Zee 10 tonight, 8pm.’

No doubt the ‘miss you’ part was endearing, but the real catch was, Carl’s Jr is right opposite Zee 10, which is at Millenia Walk, and it was a huge temptation I couldn’t resist.

A phone call was placed swiftly to the sweetie, and after confirming that there would only be her and Tetanus, and not too much a crowd, I agreed to meet them for the evening for Carl’s Jr.

Yes, tempt me with Carl’s Jr, and I might just compromise.

Was on the train when she messaged me to ask which station I was at.

She was in the vicinity and had asked me to alight from the train so she could give me a lift on the cab since it was along the way.

We headed straight for Carl’s Jr and here are our glorious burgers:

Alas, we were too darn hungry and the burgers did not survive fast enough for the pictures to be taken.

Each and every bit was devoured mercilessly, in record timings.

Adjourned to Zee 10, where the plush settings mellowed us into a complacent, cosy mood.

And for the first time, I took on a pint of Hoegaarden, ambitiously wanting to break my spanking new record which was just set days ago.

Executives sprewn all over the place, atrociously sub-standard band playing, with us etched in the extreme corner of Zee 10.

We were one of the 2 tables of the extremely casual.

It was a nice setting. The crowd was evenly spreaded, not intrusive.

It was as if we were in a world of our own.

Before long, I was told Gavin and Wallflower would be joining us as well.

I browsed the entire room, registering each and every stranger’s face as they chilled out after a presumably hard day of work, trying to read if any of them feels as empty as me in a place of merry-making and intermittent hearty laughs.

I saw an old pal sitting near the window panel, and brief greetings were exchanged.

Coincidentally, he is from the credit department where I had went for an interview some months ago at Citibank.

As the evening progressed, and more Hoegaardon downed, I was getting my usual giggle fits, and was growing slightly bored.

I turned to tell the sweet FF so, and she offered me a lousy deal, ‘I’ll give you 20 bucks to dance on the table.’

Yes, the table we were sitting at.

What?

That’s too little, up the stake, I joked in jest.

Before long, the Tetanus, FF and Gavin were digging loose change, ringgits, cash, and eventually, an Ezlink card was thrown in to further entice me.

I have my dignity, you know.

What do you guys think I am, huh?!

S$42 + S$8 coins
RM$62.10(yes, a 10cent coin too)
EzLink card with 23 bucks of value
And no, the handphone in the picture is not part of the temptation, sadly.

Those silly mules.

How could they expect me to compromise my values and principles just for such mere material stuffs?

I retract what I said.

I shall push the blame to the evil Hoegaarden, which wasn’t quite finished by me at the end of the night, but good enough to surpass the half pint I had last Thursday.

*Guilt-ridden* Money could buy me…. to dance on the executive-packed bar, on the table we were sitting around.

I shall bow my head in shame right now.

But, for that mere seconds of embarrassment up there, I earn ‘more than a hooker does’ in Gavin’s words, but doing much less work.

I blocked out any thoughts of the crowd, and tried to convince myself no one would actually turn to look at us.

Fat hope.

I heard the next table cheering.

The finale of the night gotta be when I got myself off the table, and stepped onto the cushioned bench before earthing my feet to ground zero.

My feet got caught between two separate benches, and the gap opened up, swallowed me up in the process.

And yes, I fell and my bum hit the ground, hard.

I was sitting on the ground, laughing at the utter goofiness, and hoping I could just get away by acting cool as Tetanus helped me up(the mad lass was too busy laughing to even realise I had crashed onto the ground).

From the way I giggled then, I could never appear too cool though.

Bleah.

It was then Tetanus revealing that his beloved new MP3player was missing.

*Gasp in horror*

Before long, we found it lying on the cold, hard floor, with a newly flawed corner.

Apparently, the mega impact from the falling large lump of lard had brought along the gadget….

Terribly, awfully sorry, pal.

Shortly after, dad was there to pick me up to go Malaysia, and I had to leave the 4 of them, whom I had just warmed up to with the help of beer and adrenalin(and a mighty dose of embarrassment).

I was knocked out throughout the car ride back, not surprising with my incredible intolerance for alcohol.

So, drinks on me next time yuh?

And, may I proudly present my new screensaver on my phone.

I thought we look like cool models endorsing Mp3players, but of cos, the warped minds would think otherwise.

So lovely.

Woo, my curls and her boobies look pretty good from here, don’t they?

***

Today is yet another quiet day.

Had wanted to stay home, feeling great reluctance to leave my comfort zone.

Raf had wanted to meet me, as the overworked babe was desperately in need of a chill-out session.

So we thought, just a private drinks and dance for the night at 10.15pm was cool.

Was all dressed up, makeup all piled up and about to leave home at 9.30pm when she messaged to cancel our date cos she had lotsa work to rush.

It wasn’t too bad an arrangement cos the London terrorism attacks was mood-dampening ‘nough, and I would be too much a recluse to be an entertaining companion for the evening.

Since I didn’t want the makeup to go to waste, I ended up photographing myself.

Muahaha.

How narcissistic can I be, you ask?

Very, I tell you.

***

Vamptress and I agreed that we would both lose weight in the next 2 weeks.

We will.

21st July.

*Inhale*

I must.

A joke jog, perhaps?

***

The blasts still scare me.

Glad to know that my London peers are all well and sound.

It is queer with 4 windows open, and 3 of them are guys from my primary school.

Wenwei is back from *cough cough* UCL, and is a soon-to-be doctor.

It was indeed a trip down memory lane tonight.

Very much.

How impactful, is today.

The world is shaken, once again.

Stay well, peepz.