I’ve got extremely good karma cos I am such a brilliantly nice lass, remember?
I am a happy girl.
Quite.
This post is not for the green-eyed monsters in you.
You have been warned.
***
I am not sure if anyone remembers how excruciating 2nd August was for me a year ago.
But yeah.
I am surviving a year on.
Thank God.
Hello. Happy 1st Anniversary to my singlehood.
Guess what’s really interesting?
Felix, an old friend, asked me over MSN just now:
hey, u still with philip?
Ting says:
nope. we broke up for a year. On the dot. Today. hahahaha
*Utter abhorrence*
I don’t think they have tabloid times to announce my singlehood, eh?
And, someone didn’t forget the day we broke free, either.
Ting says:
eh we broke up for one yr liao. 5 min ago someone jus asked me if I am still with you!
Ting says:
!!!!!!!
Philip says:
today is the one year anniversary right?
Ting says:
yeah man. so fast!
***
Before I go on, *cough* my previous post had triggered a series of discussion on one-minute men.
Like how VampTreSS and Vanisia had a very interesting MSN chat this morning.
Here, Re-minisce shed light on the original minutemen.
And when Friend B finally got to read the entry, I went into hiding, fearing for my life.
For the good of my readers, I let rip of his darkest secret.
Muahahaha.
To salvage the friendship of mine and Friend B, or also known as One-minute Man(OMM), I shall now justify the situation for him.
OMM insisted that the readers deserve the full truth and not judge him for the, *chuckles* miss.
He suffered a huge ego-dent, and recovered promptly to satisfy his girl right after the mishap. Round 2, it was said.
If that wasn’t enough, knowing the girl knew about the entry too, it spurred him on to *cough* perform.
The girl verified that OMM drained her with 4 orgasms, as he went on for 2 hours.
I am not sure how much he paid the girl for the lie though.
Muahahahaha.
So, he is OMM, no more.
First impression lasts, you know?
You don’t, we know.
*Evil laughs*
If there are no more entries coming from me for the next few days, please kindly inform the authorities.
I want to be buried, not cremated. Thank you.
If my body can be found, that is.
***
I have a problem.
After Friend B, every friend of mine is fearful of me.
So, this post is gonna be coded with codenames cos they are too shy to be mentioned.
Nah-b Nah.. it’s not a problem.
***
So. where did I last stop?
Let’s see:
Mark the date on your calendar.
29th July is a day to remember, for all sorts of reasons.
I have yet to sleep(yeap, it was a sleepless Thursday for me), so I shall catch some rest before smothering you guys with my pleasant surprises.
Meanwhile, I shall beam myself silly in my dreams with all the satisfaction like a cat gotten its cream.
Meowww…
Will edit this post tomorrow once I wake up, alright?
Did I mention how much I adore my parents(sometimes)?
For all that happened, I am with positive spirits. So, no dirt on the bloggers, yet.
Except mine, how about that?
***
30th July 2005
It was an almost fulfilling 11 and half hours of sleep to replenish those lost rest on Friday.
Until.
The sky cracked up.
I jumped slightly and burrowed deeper into the duvet, throwing it over my head.
The sturdy holler built on the uneasiness within.
I grabbed my pillow tighter, and threw yet another over my head, burying it under.
The roars were muffled.
Yet, I still got the chills.
***
I am still feeling a tad lazy and extremely lethargic to blog.
Actually, I don’t know what to blog either.
Don’t know what to blog does not equate to having nothing to blog.
I woke up with multiple aches and sore. From my arms, to back, to thighs and calves.
Oh. Did I mention the bruises and patches of blue-blacks, too? All I wanna do is to laze in my bed’s embrace, feeling its softness and comfort.
A massage would be nice.
I am indeed getting on age.
Tsk tsk.
***
28th July 2005
Returning from JB guaranteed me a couple of nights of good sleep.
I could not wait to leave the house on Thursday cos the few days in JB seemed like forever to me.
Appointment was 6.30pm at Holland Village for some *cough* special haircut, and eyebrow plucking.
Was supposed to meet a friend for dinner, and there was some grace in between just before his arrival.
Picked up the phone and dialed for Janice.
Guess what?
She was in Holland Village, too. And thus, I decided to spring her a tiny surprise.
I sashayed right down to N.Y.D.C., staring seductively right into the eatery, at the lone figure sitting right at the corner, next to the street.
I gave her a tiny little wink, and there she was, flashing me a mesmerising surprised grin.
I went in to join her at her table, and thought of doing a little catching up with her.
But before long, the phone beeped and my dinner mate informed me of his arrival.
Let’s call him Soya Bean Milk.
SBM for short.
No, not Some bastardy man. Just soya bean milk.
I left Janice alone for a while and kinda did enough to convince SBM to dine at N.Y.D.C. instead.
Janice gave me a raised-brow when I walked into the eatery with SBM, and I rolled my eyes at her gesture as she was trying to insinuate something between him and I.
Then again, any male around me, gets raised brow from her.
Darling, I am not a nympho, alright.
Over dinner, a friend’s name, Terence, was briefly mention, and there she go again with her cryptic smile, and high-pitched ‘Ohhh…‘.
And for Christ’s sake, Terence is a married man.
*Smacks head*
And, she had the audacity to insinuate something between SBM and I, in his presence, which pretty much induced an ‘Oh PURRRLLLEEEESSEEEE‘ and ‘Duh, that’s an insult!‘ from the both of us.
Dinner was an animated affair.
I shall not mention how the bimbotic Janice didn’t manage to close the toilet’s door cos she thought it was spoilt, when it wasn’t.
And I shall not mention how I didn’t manage to flip open her Mac ibook right before SBM, cos I had tried to open it from the back.
‘Are you opening it the wrong way round?‘ SBM asked.
‘No, of course!’ was my vehement protest.
Imagine my horror when Janice came back and flipped open her ibook the other way round.
The jibe from SBM came quick and swift.
Whilst Janice joined the rest of the bloggers at Wala Wala (wah, why was the whole world at Holland Village on Thursday?), SBM and I left for Bukit Timah for coffee instead.
Sorry guys for not saying hi, will join you guys the next time round.
***
We further adjourned to River Valley for supper after coffee at Bukit Timah, where the clumsy SBM spilled an entire cup of soft drink onto the table.
I believe in karma, you know.
SBM had previously laughed at me for being a doofus at N.Y.D.C., didn’t he?
Hurhurhur. *Smirk*
On the car ride to River Valley, we saw a girl being pillioned on a bike with her skirt blown up, her white cotton underwear-clad bum in full view of us.
I was curious how she could not feel her dress floated up to her waist as the wind swept everything up since she wasn’t sitting on her short skirt.
If only she was wearing a black, sexy thong instead.
***
Was in a zoned out state most of the night.
Just silently indulging in the exchange of views between the guys, and yet enjoying myself despite the reservations.
It’s always cool to be sitting back, daydreaming, analysing fresh people of your life in silence.
When was the last time I was part of an outing like such?
Just sitting at coffee shop, drinking my favourite iced-tea, listening to the biking talks, and chilling to such.
Interesting.
Next stop for the night was actually a bike ride up Mount Faber, where I rarely had the chance to venture up to.
I like the night view, and the peace there.
Cool.
It wasn’t long before we left the place again, to head for town to meet up with yet another friend of theirs again.
We went to where their friend was putting up, and stayed on till 5am.
I wasn’t contributing much to the conversation, but was listening, dissecting every single soul in the room.
Men’s talks are always intriguing. Ego-filled, and testosterone-charged. Lotsa fodders for guys-bashing posts which are the forte of Finicky Feline.
As we cruised on the AYE back to Jurong, SBM asked what was on my mind, and my takes on people based on my observations of them.
I guess I always give people the idea that I ain’t enjoying myself or that I am bored when I am just pretty much within my own comfort zone checking things out.
The talk further continued as we reached the base of my apartment, and we ended up having a long chat at the carpark out in the open.
What’s with me and long chats at the carpark these days?
I didn’t expect the talk to turn *cough* violent.
It turned out to be a big fight.
That’s what boredom can do to people.
What started out was an usual bicker, where we ended up daring each other to jog around the estate, which we did in jeans.
I can be sporty also, alright?
But I lacked the blardy stamina.
I was out of breath just after one blardy lap.
The body-combat sessions I used to go few years back came into good use as I tried to fight him off with my clumsy steps.
Not very good move. Since I am pretty slow with my moves.
So there we were, 2 childish mature adults, mock-fighting as I tried to kick him in the balls.
Yes, I am not your usual prim and proper ladylike girlie.
I shall not name how many bruises I had from his rough grasps on my hand.
And this big patch of blue-black from his pinch.
The ultimate?
He lifted me off the ground and ran towards the garbage trolley, opened up the cover and threatened to dump me into it.
!!!!!
The audacity!
He made a second attempt by firelifting me off the ground(I tell you, firelift upsets the system) and made a run for the recycling trolley instead.
SBM, just you wait. I shall have my revenge.
But he too heavy, I couldn’t lift him off the ground.
We had a break at the water cooler machine right next to the tennis court, and it erupted into a juvenile water-fight.
My pleads for truce always came at the time when the situation proved to be at my disadvantage.
I cheated loads, I know.
But, but, but, I female, ya know? So I have the privilege!
I ran for the vending machine and slotted in a dollar coin.
He read my strategy and fought to keep me away from the machine.
It took me like another 2 minutes of struggling before I could hit the ‘Soya Bean Milk‘ button.
Yes, now you know where the coded name is derived from.
Of course, he wasn’t about to make the entire thing easy for me.
He restrained my arms and tried to fight for the can of soya bean milk, while I tried to raise my knee to hit where it would hurt most.
He jumped away and I grabbed the can, and my slow reaction meant he was quick enough to stole the can from my grasps.
%@#!@#$#!& *curse curse swear swear*
He flicked the can’s ring upright, and I secretly was in glee cos that meant my frenchie would be kept intact.
I snatched back the can from his grip, and did the downright despicable.
I splashed some of the contents onto him. Just slightly, I might add.
Oops.
That triggered him. He snatched the entire can from me, and what came next was a series of sheepish pleas from me, and a chain of insincere apologies to wriggle myself out of the situation.
Didn’t help.
Damn.
He then raised the can above my head, and that idiot went a notch higher by emptying the contents down my head.
The audacity!!
Soaked in soya bean milk, I wasn’t about to let it rest.
I managed to get hold of the can with some of its remains, and it wasn’t enough to do much damage to the horrid man.
We were then both sticky, sweaty and I would suppose, sweet.
Truce, we then agreed upon.
I should have made a run for a can of Coke instead.
By the end of the whole atrocious episode, daylight was seeping in.
The early birds jogging were bemused by our silly antics, and parents shaking their heads in disapproval as they waited for the schoolbuses with their children.
We headed up to my place, and I offered him a towel so he could shower.
Ting, before shower, soaked in Soya Bean Milk:
Imagine my horror when I came out of shower(there’s 2 shower rooms, you see) and realised he didn’t wash his soya bean milk-soaked mane.
I grabbed him by the neck, dunked his head over the bathtub, ran the water, and then shampoo-ed the soya bean milk away.
Oh, I think I kindly threw in a head massage, too.
He reluctantly submitted to it and was self-conscious over how his wet hair was an ugly sight.
To which I remedied by blowing dry his hair for him, in which he burnt his nose.
Muahahaha.
Sounds scandalously kinky?
Absolutely NOT SO AT ALL.
Nothing could have potentially happened cos I was expecting Dad to come home(Dad just returned from Australia that day, you see.), anyway.
Not to say that something could have potentially happened even if Dad wasn’t about to come home.
***
29th July 2005
We spent a great deal of the day reminiscing on our pasts, and the struggles we went through in life.
I find myself incredibly yakkish these days. Very reflective.
The talk went on all the way till, *gasp* 5pm, before he finally made his way home.
It’s either we are brilliant conversationalists or that we were utterly bored.
The chat went on for another 2 hours on the phone after he got home.
All the running and fighting gave me a terrible body ache, and my torn ligament on my right knee is acting up again.
***
So, when Dad came home on Friday, SBM was still around.
So, SBM was around to share my good karma of the day!
Yippeeeeeee.
*Beams like a silly goose*
The ultra sweet daddy of mine got me a Gucci bag!
My first ever erm, branded bag.
I love it. He had sought the opinion of the sales lady at Singapore DFS, before parting a good 1.765k for the splurge to spoil his darling girl silly.
And he got a bottle of Chanel Mademoiselle perfume indeed. Oh! And the Elizabeth Arden Provocative perfume, too!
And throw in a wallet!
And, the sweet thoughts of including a mega bar of Fruits and Nuts chocolate along with the whole paperbag of love, love and more love!
If you’re jealous of me, I forgive you.
Look at the nice manicure I did in JB for 30 ringgits.
Don’t get me started on the number of bruises I suffered under the hands of SBM.
I am such a blardy brat.
***
Friday was also the day I was with, erm, darn, some freaking idiot who wants his identity concealed.
Let’s call him SBB.
Sweet baby boy?
*Shudders at thought*
Some biker/bad boy, he is.
Shall I say, *cough* he is someone I am seeing for the time being?
He dropped by on Friday for a visit and a chat.
I remember some weeks ago at Zee 10, when we were all VERY single and desperate unloved, Finicky Feline and I had a bet on Tetanus, in which she lost 2 bucks to me. -smirk-
She resoluted to find a boyfriend by the end of July.
She done it.
Then, now, these 2 bitches are blissfully in love and what about me?!?! *wails*
Seriously, I am thrilled, and extremely happy for them. It’s almost like watching those romantic movies and being touched to tears when you see people close to you finding their bliss in their other halves who complete them, and immersed totally, wholly, in it.
One week ago, when we were out bowling, we had our 2nd bet, cos she had wanted to get her 2 bucks back.
She noticed the existent of SBB in my life.
She set a bet, in which I gamely took it up, cos I had expected everything to be purely platonic, and I didn’t have a doubt that it would be otherwise.
Confident, I was.
She, was the one who used to find bad boys alluring. While I was the one who find good Christian boys enchanting.
Alas!
Our roles are switched this time round.
The bet was…
SBB and I would, erm, kiss.
So.
I have to justify my loss.
I was with SBB when we were joking about some whatever issue. I burst into laughter and giggled non-stop. It was then when he suddenly, leaned forward and pecked me on the lips.
Was that his tongue I felt? Nah-beh.
I backed off instinctively in shock, and widened my eyes in horror.
He immediately blurted an ‘Oh shit.‘ cos he was taken aback by my reaction and apologised profusely.
Right at the awkward moment, I said the most romantic thing, ever.
‘Cannot! I don’t want to lose 2 bucks to FF!‘
He raised his eyebrows suspiciously and what followed was a persistent attempt to find out what the stupid bet was about.
Of course, that killed off pretty much the awkwardness, and the supposed moment.
Well, at least he offered to pay for the 2 bucks.
Very not worth it, alright?
I mean, it was the last day of the bet, ya know?!
And it wasn’t even a fulfilling kiss that killed the bet.
*grumble grumble*
And no, Ting is NOT in a relationship, thank you.
Applicants are thus, still very much welcomed. *beams*
***
31st July 2005
It was a pretty tiring Sunday for me as I blogged the day away about my Saturday night out.
It wasn’t till late then did VampTreSS and I decided to meet up for coffee at Coffee Club in Orchard.
The need to bitch was overwhelming.
Or else why would we meet up at 12 midnight just to chill and bitch, yuh?
Muahahaha.
SBB called and very nicely would offer me a lift home at the end of it, and I thought no harm asking him to join VampTreSS and I for coffee.
And he did.
So, VampTreSS got to meet SBB.
Wrong move.
Blardy wrong move.
She had thought he was just a friend, you see.
Truth is, he is indeed a friend, you see.
Then.. then.. then.. er..
Hey, why am I getting incoherent here?
This doesn’t quite make sense.
Argh.
Anyway.
He was one of the things/people I had wanted to bitch about, and his presence made it almost impossible.
And the climax of the night came when I was chatting to Vamp about some serious stuffs when he suddenly slid his hand under the table and rested on my thigh.
I seriously have no idea how great a reaction I gave, but I was taken aback by the sudden gesture of affection.
The queen of drama gave a classic dramatic confused look, with her eyes opened doubly wide. To which, Vamp exclaimed:
‘Hello?! You think I blind is it? I can see from here, alright? And do you have to give such a huge reaction to give yourself away?‘
Before I could even justify myself, SBB flashed me a wry smirk smile and VampTreSS gave a I-think-I-know-what-is-going-on impish smile.
I bowed my head in concede, and could hardly form a proper statement except, ‘We are just friends, nothing’s happening, really.‘
That basket.
I shoved him with my elbow and was appalled. I giggled nervously.
‘What were you trying to do?!’ as I blamed him for ‘coming out’ right before Vamp.
Vamp pretty much enjoyed the show, I bet.
It was then, I don’t know how, I morphed into a chameleon, and armed myself with a bright hue of scarlet.
It’s a blardy awful sight when I blush.
And they thought it was pretty phenomenal how I could turn so red.
They even tried to push the limit further with SBB trying to make a grab for my hand, or just staring at me intensively, to see how red I could turn while I put on a futile fight to avoid his gaze.
Thus, it was constant jibing and teasing for the night, which I could hardly handle with a straight face.
SBB, just you wait. Till I have my revenge.
But I shan’t complain cos he sent me home thereafter.
VampTreSS, please believe me, he is just a friend.
An embarrassing one, though.
So what’s your take on him, though? Muahaha.
***
1st August 2005
How quick.
August, again.
Met up with the blissful, yet sickly Finicky Feline in Orchard for dinner at MOS burger.
You won’t believe how quick she was to stretch her arm for the 2 bucks.
She asked about SBB and I as well.
I guess her main concern was whether I might get hurt at the end of it all.
-Shrugs- No idea, either. Nothing’s ever for certain, remember?
Thanks darling, fret not.
The sweetie was soooo blardy sweet.
She had to pamper me with these from her recent Phuket trip:
Told you guys I am so blardy spoilt and pampered.
And this shows she is an absolute darling, not like how some people who had been branding her rude bitch just because of her refusal to be tomorrow-ed.
And I do hope people get their versions of story right before passing such comments.
Why? Dare to comment on other blogs, don’t dare to comment on her own turf?
Such cowardice, you know?
Thanks darling, I really do adore the bag and the shorts!
The shorts fit me just nice.
Hurhurhur, so it would be a constant reminder for me to keep my weight in check.
Met up with her beau, Gavin and his friend thereafter.
His friend is this lovely girl who is leaving Singapore soon, and a darling to be around with.
SBB asked if Gavin’s friend is cute. Yeap, very cute, I said.
But he didn’t know it was a girl. -chuckles-
It was a tiring night which we ended early.
I spent the entire Tuesday recuperating at home from the hectic weekend, sans internet access, though.
And now, I shall take a rest from the intensive recap so I could go for a swim with my biking clique later.
Phew.
What a long read it was.
Confusing?
You bet.
That’s the deliberate intention, you see.
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