There is a war between ‘need-to-blog’ Ting and ‘lazy-to-blog’ Ting.

I haven’t been consistent with my blogging these days, I know.

Occupied you see, darlings.

SBB wanna claim credits for contributing fodders to my recent posts.

If only he could contribute those that are as juicy as OMM’s.

Then again, SBB’s stamina couldn’t be doubted.

Conversational wise. What were you thinking?

Remember his 8 and half hours of phone-marathon with me from 3.40am-12.10pm some weeks ago?

Don’t you dare to smirk there. Got karma one, alright?

After reading through the comments, he jumped onto the bandwagon, interrogating me, ‘So, who do you prefer? SBB? Or SBM? HUH?!‘

Guess what? SBM asked the same question, too!

Shallow people, are of the same vibes.

Hurhurhur. *dry laughs*

Okay. Fine.

I do prefer the guy with the bigger….. heart.

It’s rare that guys nowadays have big, erm, hearts you know?

So, whose bigger?

*SHRUGS*

***

So, I guess everyone wants to hear about the date meetup with Mr Ex Philip on Friday.

It certainly wasn’t a date. Not when his very close female buddy and male buddy was right with us.

It wouldn’t have been without them, either. Muahaha.

I met up with Philip, Shivonne, Kenneth and Patrick at Philip’s chicken rice stall in early evening, to finally try their chicken rice.

The stall is located right opposite the bike accessories shop at Kelantan Lane, which most bikers would know about.

I fell for the evil ploy.

They were trying to make me fat.

The 4 of us(excluding Kenneth) didn’t manage to clear the gigantic plate of chicken meat.

So, he insisted that we should take a picture together right before the stall.

Tsk tsk, Philip, I know what’s on your mind! So I can post here and blog about it right?

I want 10% commission, okay?

It’s not too much considering how I accomodate to your height by bending down, you know? Hehe.

***

The 2 of us sat around and had some small talks, whilst the rest engaged in some conversations of other topics.

The baby blogger naturally brought up the recent hype of bloggers in the local media and such, and we discussed the influence of them.

The topic was then brought on to how recently bloggers were being approached to endorse campaigns and such.

And he added in with zest, and solemnly suggested, ‘Eh, why not you start to advocate for Anti Pre-Marital Sex in your blog?‘

I widened my pathetically small eyes, and before I could respond, he went on, ‘And you ah, the things you write on your blog ah, all the sex, sex, sex stuffs.. the contents…‘

Uh oh.

Someone then broke into the conversation, asking him some unrelated questions, and I spit out my tongue like a guilty child narrowly escaping an interrogation from his folks.

So er, for that, I shall make up for it.

So children, and people, please, please, please, refrain from pre-marital sex.

Gavin jokingly suggested that after the above caution, I should throw in this:

Yes people, abstinence is the way to go.

It doesn’t matter that I just had sex yesterday, and it was all good.

*Cough*

Hey wait, you sleazeballs! You don’t really think I had sex yesterday, do you?

I didn’t, alright? It was a joke.

It was the day before.

That was a joke, too, in case you didn’t notice.

Or was it the day before that?

I think it was Monday to be exact.

Okay, the joke is getting a bit too dry.

Now, how many of you genuinely do think that there are people, who are non-malesluts, wanting to shag me?

Erm, the answer is of no importance.

Back to the main point.

I mean seriously, it is wise to hold on to that faith and carry your virginity into marriage.

It’s not a bad thing, really.

I know some of you might find this a tad hypocritical, but I did regret some choices I made in life.

Some of which, became a vicious cycle that I couldn’t get myself out of.

I don’t know, really.

Of course I am sure there are some of you who find it of no absolute importance, and that it is only natural for your bodies to respond the way they do when desires kick in.

So, I can only say, be safe, be wise.

And, I am terribly sorry if my blog has been too provocative for your likings.

***

Left his stall, and got myself soaked in the disgusting, awful smoke from the burning candles and incense as I stepped out into the main road, crossed it, and hopped into the waiting van.

I didn’t even bother to walk round the offerings, and had gathered quite a bit of hostile stares from those causing the air pollution as I cut across.

I wished I had brought my perfume out with me.

I shall remember to, for the next 27 days.

Philip then pillioned Shivonne, while I hitched a ride on Kenneth’s van to make our way to Indoor Stadium.

And yes, we were there, for the Festival of Praise 2005, featuring Hillsong and Delirious.

After last year’s incredible experience, I didn’t really want to miss this year’s.

Suddenly, the thought of an old friend who had never once left my mind, crept back in.

I hope she is well.

And then, yet another thought of an old, old friend sept in, too.

Hmm.

Oh well.

Anyway, we reached at around 6.30pm.

The obscene crowd scared us.

Shivonne, the real nurse, and me waiting in the queue.

The queue snaked around the staircase behind us, and it moved a bit to under the bridge.

Me and Philip, with the extended queue behind us.

To which, we cheekily joked we should start praying.

Muahahahaha.

Lord, please make the queue move faster!

Erm, okay.

But the queue did move pretty swiftly.

See! We moved further away from the staircase!

Oh yes, that is a prim and proper holy Ting with that doe-eyed look.

Kenneth and act cute Ting.

Wait, I don’t need to act. Truth is, the unmasked picture looks absolutely demure and adorable.

So tempted to post it up without the effects, you know? So unlike me.

Yeay! We were further away from the stairs already.

I shall not mention how humid the evening was.

And I tarnished the tai-tai image when I asked for tissues from Philip, and started wiping my *cough* armpit in the public.

Muahahahaha.

So much poise, right?

I had wanted to make use of the chance to take pictures for the One Singapore Minute meme since Singapore is all about queueing for free things, isn’t it?

The guys cracked too much corny jokes that time passed with ease.

I shan’t mention how my corn-factor would rise in their presence.

Finally, we managed to venture up the stairs to the entrance!

On my way up the stairs, I saw an old friend, King Huei, whom I knew many years back, from Hwachong.

It is nice to see old friends under such circumstances, really.

By the time we finally got into the stadium, we were ushered to this staircase, and there, we waited, and queued, yet again.

Superstar in the house.

Am I freaking cool, or what?

No, those shades belong to Philip, cos I don’t have the habit of acting cool.

We waited.

And waited.

Until someone told us we were waiting at the wrong stairs, and tried to chase us away from there.

Of course, we were all too lazy to move, cos a long queue had already formed at the stairs.

Then, someone else appeared and very sweetly told us they would open the gate for us.

Erm, the arrangements were pretty screwed and inefficient, really.

Seriously, I preferred last year’s organisers.

Philip and Kenneth then joked that I might erupt some ‘gang fight’ with my insensitive comments.

Woops.

Finally, we got our seats!

Don’t ask me why I became the gooseberry in between Shivonne and Philip.

I totally loathe the stairs in the stadium. My phobia of heights and stairs gave me endless jitters and incredibly wet palms.

Victor, my cell group mate, joined us shortly after.

I remember how everyone would gush to the front of the stage, and everyone seemed to be rather subdued this year, rooted to their seats instead.

Still, Delirious was a breath of fresh air, and the lead singer was darn freaking good.

I guess lotsa guilt caught up with me over my relationship with God(yes, it’s gonna get religious, darlings), and I was reminded of the darkest days ever, in the same period last year, and how He had pulled me through all these poo.

Guess what?

8th August, would be a year, from the day of my baptism.

And I think back of how awful I had felt throughout the event last year, and how great it is to be released of all those hurt and sorrow a year forth.

The constant inner battles…

Gee.. what quaint timing, eh?

It was nice. Refreshingly so. Touchingly so.

***

At the end of the event, I saw a familiar figure.

An old acquaintance, who used to be from Hwachong.

Jiada, is he.

We stopped for a chat, and caught up a little.

We exchanged numbers and am looking forward to a catch-up dinner some time soon.

Funny thing is, we were never close, and I only remember him as the hostel-mate of my primary school classmates in secondary school days.

It was nice.

***

Did I mention SBB PROMISED he would attend church with me?

Muahahahaha.

We shall see.

Now it’s recorded on the sheets, we shall see.

Yes, we shall.

***

Adjourned to Old Airport Road for food, and those evil ones refused to eat.

It is not surprise that I ended up as the only one succumbing to the temptation.

And the oily, lardy Hokkien Mee was just too tempting for me to say no to.

Neither could Victor, who pinched from my plate.

Yes, I can multi-task well.

Talking when your mouth is full is rude, I know.

But it didn’t stop me from yakking away for a good half hour.

SBB what.

The very kind Victor drove me home, after we bade goodbye to the rest of the clique, since they decided to call it a day despite initial plans of staying out.

***

It was on the car, when Victor threw in a couple of suggestions.

‘Have you ever thought of serving in the ministry, or becoming a cell group leader/pastor? I think you should.‘

I widened my small eyes in disbelief yet again.

Erm, me?

Lemme ask again.

Erm, ME?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

I will end up leading everyone astray without setting a correct example.

*Bows head in shame*

***

My Saturday was a pretty nostalgic one.

Met up with my NPCC mates from secondary school.

The last time we met up, was a year ago.

Why am I doing things I did a year ago repetitively these days?

Hmmm.. *ponders*

The turn up was great.

We had almost 20 out of 23 turning up.

I felt… erm.. out of place?

But as usual, enjoyed drifting faraway, watching the buzz.

Felt that warm and fuzzy feeling seeing some people who matter to me.

And strangely, I only took a couple of pictures, and didn’t take any group pictures at all.

Xiaozhuang, and me.

It was nice catching up with them again, really.

I am amazed that I could only come up with this little about this bunch of old friends.

***

Perhaps the only thing that etched a deeper impression was the word I heard twice in the evening, describing me.

I guess, I was the only girl in the group who is still pathetically single.

One of the guys said in jest that Xiaozhuang looks so demure, working in a bank, and me, the wild one.

Wild.

Hm.

I raised my left brow slightly at the word.

What followed was a little frown and a bewildered smile.

Really?

The tactless one went on, ‘Yah la, see you know already, sure wild one.’

Coming from the sleazeball more wolf-like one in the group, it certainly wasn’t a compliment.

Later in the kitchen, Felicia and I engaged in a small chat.

And she asked why am I still single.

I shrugged and said that no guys seem to fancy me in that sense.

She thought to herself for a while, before suggesting that perhaps I should go for an image-makeover, to tone down my looks.

It gives people the impression that I am wild.

Wild, again?

Coming from her, it was something that intrigued me.

Is it the curls?

Or is it the foxy eyes?

Or the bee-stung lips?

Apparently, I don’t have a co-ordinated image.

I look different from the way I sound and behave.

I am kooky, clumsy by nature.

My voice is squeakishly sweet and cute.

But I look cold, icy and sharp.

My thoughts are innocent but I talk dirty.

Total clash, you know.

So which 2 should I change to accomodate to the one quality?

Unless I make an effort to smile, which I do, cos I had too many people telling me how snobbish and bitchy I look when I don’t, in the past.

Think I should start acting cute, and have some surgery done so I would look sugary cute and sweet.

Seriously, I don’t think I am that wild.

I certainly ain’t a wholesome innocent chick, but I doubt I am the wild lass people perceive me to be.

Somewhat innocent. Somewhat wild.

I seriously don’t know who I am, really.

It doesn’t help that I have the intention to dye my hair blonde.

***

Left Felicia’s place to meet Finicky Feline and Gavin at Wala to do some catching up over some drinks.

Benson messaged to ask where I would be heading, and then said he might drop by.

And 1.84m giant did.

In glasses.

Whee. Another vain guy who waxes his brows.

Tsk tsk.

What’s with guys these days? So gay So metrosexual.

VampTreSS‘ guy friend whom I photographed does this too, I recently blogged.

EEEEEE YERRR..

The only reason why I don’t like is because of jealousy.

They have neater brows than I do.

Other than that, I thought it’s pretty cool for guys to groom themselves.

Quite nice, actually.

Anyway, his friend, the very sweet Marcus, had emailed me, telling me how it took him hours to finally locate my blog online.

Darn.

He didn’t even know I am a blogger to begin with.

Kudos for the patience and the efforts.

Darn. I should start hiding my site away from prying eyes. I didn’t know it’s THAT easy to be located online.

Me and my darling FF.

I jealous she gets all the saccharine affections from her guy, whilst I looked on with jealousy.

Get a room, darlings.

They left early for God-knows-what reason, and I called it an early night too cos I arranged to meet Dad at 11.25pm.

The very nice Benson gave me a lift back home since he’s staying just a few blocks away, and I hopped onto the waiting car right after I alighted from his.

Dad had thought he was SBM, the evil one who doused me in Soya Bean Milk, cos he came home the other day when SBM was over at mine.

Dad, wrong person.

Dad is usually a silent observer, and it was pretty unlike him to be so nosey over SBM.

Even in the past, when I was dating, he never quite ask. I think it must be the silly coffee-shop auntie’s influence.

Whee.

Finally, I can end off this entry.

Will be pretty busy tomorrow, I supposed.

Will try to update, soon.

Till then, people, refrain from having pre-marital sex, alright?