Whee. Back!

Couldn’t muster enough energy to blog after the mammoth-sized entry, and the fact that I am down with a bad bout of flu.

My mind is pretty much starved of oxygen from the stuck nose, and my lungs are exhausted from the intense coughing.

Head is heavy, breathing is heavy, eyelids heavy, even my weight is, too.

The horrid thing is, I am constantly craving for chocolates.

For the past 3 days, I had downed 6 bars of chocolate, and one family bar of Cadbury’s Fruits and Nuts.

And miraculously, the bad sore throat I had on Saturday(I sounded like a man!) was instantly cured after the sinful indulgence.

Who needs lozenges when you can just stuff yourself with chocolate to cure the bad throat?

I am very thrilled just now when the phone rang. Was on the phone with SBB, when the handphone had a private number coming in.

The sexy Italian drawl puzzled me at first, until I heard him say, ‘Paolo.‘

Ahhhh!!! That darling was in transit in Singapore, and was at the airport for an hour, and he took the time to call to say hi.

If I have known earlier, I wouldn’t even mind heading down to Changi to have a quick meal, and give him a quick cuddle before he flew off.

He was with Francesco, he said. And most of the conversation was inaudible cos I couldn’t quite understand his English, masked by the thick, smooth Italian accent.

Darn, I should be learning Italian.

But, it was soooo incredibly nice and exciting to be hearing from him again that I put SBB on hold for quite a while as he listened on to me dictating English forcefully down the receiver.

I haven’t been doing my recaps religiously, and thus, I shall blog whatever that comes to mind today, and touch on a bit of everything that perhaps, doesn’t make sense.

Random gibberish.

I couldn’t quite get any good rest for the past week, too.

Had been waking up before noon everyday, and I even woke up at 9am on some days.

You would think that’s normal, right?

But it isn’t when I only doze off at 5 and to find myself sick and uncomfortably awake at 9, and not able to fall back into deep slumber again.

I only slept at 9am today, and by 1pm, I was up and about.

So what should I blog about today?

Alright, let’s see.

I spent Monday recuperating at home after returning from Sepang, before meeting up with SBB on Monday night when I received a huge dose of affections cos I wasn’t feeling too well emotionally.

I had Raf for lunch.

I had FF for dinner.

And I had SBB for supper.

Raf had dropped by to watch MotoGP’s repeat telecast, but we were immensely disappointed when we failed to see ourselves on screen cos they had edited out the grid actions.

She had bought Old Chang Kee for me for lunch. That sweetie.

FF dropped by in the evening shortly after Raf left, and played around with her nail polish. I became her guinea pig and had my thumb nail awkwardly painted.

I thought it was sweet and didn’t remove it, not even until Cat’s wedding on Friday. Geee. How out of place it must have looked.

Was too lethargic to head out to anywhere the next day, and I stayed home to rest on a lazy Tuesday, until it was late at night, when I called up VampTreSS to meet up at Coffee Club in Orchard cos I was hungry.

I took a cab down cos I was simply too lazy.

Wrong move.

I got onto the cab and felt terribly nauseous, cos of the overwhelming piercing scent, which I guess was of relation to his religion.

The big, burly Indian driver then tried to engage in some lame conversations which made me feel uncomfortable.

I replied civilly, giving short and crisp answers politely, most of the time.

As I was getting off the cab, I dug out a 10 dollar note, a 2 dollar note, and a 1 dollar coin for the 12.90 cab fare(it was already midnight).

As I was getting off, I saw him peeling open the 10 dollar note, and I thought I saw another note wrapped in between it.

That means, I had given him 23 bucks instead.

I got off the cab, and he seemed a tad confused, mumbling for a dollar.

I placed the dollar on the platform between the passenger seat and the drive seat, but he had failed to see.

He dug for a 10 cent change for me, as I was getting out of the cab, and his delayed reactions seemed a bit odd.

Normally, I would rather forgo the money than to engage in a confrontation.

But something tugged me within, and before I closed the cab door, I asked the driver, ‘Uncle, did I give you 2 $10 notes instead?’

As I was standing up, I could see whatever that was going on in the front seat. I saw him slipping one 10 dollar note onto the passenger seat, and he held up a 10 dollar note and a 2 dollar note to show me 12 bucks, and then mumbled something about that’s what I had given him.

I then pointed to the front passenger seat, ‘Noh, what about that?‘, and he mumbled something inaudible again as he pretended that he had held up the 10 dollar to return to me, instead of showing me that it was all that I gave him.

I reached for the 10 dollar note, and he got defensive and mumbled loudly that I didn’t give him enough.

I pointed to the dollar coin rested between the seats, and he shut up.

I closed the door, walked away, feeling indifferent about the entire episode. In fact, I was pretty cool and thought it might be the fact that he had made a mistake.

It was on hindsight that I realised he was trying to cheat me, and I started to feel indignant about the whole episode.

Brian(a.k.a. Evian bottle man) was also joining us, and I saw him at the carpark just as I reached before we managed to locate Vamp.

My first words were, ‘I think, if I am not wrong, the cab driver was trying to cheat me, but I am not sure.‘

After I had illustrated the story, he went, ‘Oh, guess what? He was definitely trying to cheat you.‘

Great. And I wasn’t even sure if I had wrongly accused him or not.

I met Vamp, and related the episode again, and she gave the same answer.

It was then I started to feel great injustice that I had almost been cheated.

Talk about delayed reaction.

I was in a state of trance throughout supper, though my cravings weren’t daunted because of my fatigue.

That is bad.

I ended the night with 2 plates of pasta shared with Vamp, iced tea, chocolate truffle dessert, and had wanted an Earl Grey to go along, but decided against it.

Was out of sorts, and didn’t say much for the night, I think. Or maybe, I was just mumbling gibberish which they both couldn’t comprehend.

That was the night I was drained, after blogging the ‘I am…‘ post, which had gathered quite an extensive feedback from all over.

SBB was on the webcam with me when I was typing the post, watching me suddenly burying my head into the duvet, looking a complete wreck, and had called to hush the crybaby. How sweet.

I had read the posts of people who linked to the post.

Thank you, is all I can say. Thanks for crying with me, not for me.

And the sudden influx of MSN messages from you guys, whom I haven’t heard from for a long while.

Thank you.

And the bunch of people who messaged me to tell me, ‘Eh, your that post about yourself is so blardy long and boring, I can’t be bothered to read.‘

Thank you, too. I realised what kind of friends you guys are.

Met up with SBB at the carpark for a while as he had came down despite his fatigue. To offer a squeeze of the hand, a stroke of the hair, a peck on the lips, a sturdy shoulder, and a bundle of gentle cuddles.

How sweet. Thank you.

I was looking out of place in Orchard with my FBT-style shorts, slippers, singlet and glasses. Handphone and wallet in my grasps.

Hopped on a cab, got back and chatted with SBB for 3 hours till the sun came on. He was incredibly sweet. I don’t need to elaborate, since you would have read about it, and gotten endless neck cramps from the extensive cringing.

Wednesday was spent resting at home again, and was too lazy to head out anywhere. Sleep deprivation had became an everyday thing.

Woke up only after a couple hours of sleep, and finally was able to nap for a while in the noon.

Didn’t have much energy to start on my MotoGP entry, and didn’t have the time either since I was supposed to meet up with Kenneth, Cat’s polytechnic classmate, to rehearse for Cat’s big night.

We ended up taking a huge chunk of time memorising the speech, and doing runs after runs, until I was starting to get stressed that I might not be able to do a good job on the day itself.

Was too tired to start blogging, thus, didn’t.

Woke up at an obscene 9 am on Thursday, and I started blogging.

Did some house chores in between.

By the end of the night, I clocked almost 10, 000 words.

If only I wasn’t easily distracted, I could have finished my MotoGP post that very day.

I grew restless and lost my concentration along the way.

Friday was the big day.

I was a ghastly picture of pale when I woke up with a bad sore throat, and overwhelmed by nausea.

I didn’t even want to put on any makeup.

I was in a daze.

So daze that I boarded the cab without enough cash. And I had to call Cat for help, and she sent one of her friends down to rescue the cashless me.

How embarrassing.

Miss Cat, please be reminded I owe Aixin 3 dollars, and you, 10 bucks.

I promise I will not be such a klutz again.

Imagine that I had wanted to help her carrying her photo frame, and her face was painted with worries that I might not be able to handle the heavy frame due to my clumsy nature.

Muahahaha.

That aside, the bride was a dazzling sight to behold.

The girls had helped to guard her room so that the guys would not have an easy time. But the cortege of males had opened up the gate with a spare key the groom held.

Us and the bride, acting all demure and sweet.

Aww… such angelic beings.

And now, a kooky one.

Erm, yeah.

I was in a semi-dazed as we went on from one place to another, and the only consolation was that all the areas we graced, were within Choa Chu Kang area, and we didn’t have much travelling to do.

But we were baked under the sun as we went around the neighbourhood for phototaking.

So I now, have a darker hue of tan, which I kinda like.

In Pepe’s words, ‘have a bit of sun on the face and shoulders is nice’.

Yes, sun = tan.

It was almost 2 when we finally finish lunch at her parents’ place, and a friend of hers very kindly gave me a lift back.

I was struggling to stay awake and blog, when I was just too tired to go on.

SBB did enough to convince me that I should take a power nap, and that he would wake me up, I did, for an hour.

I didn’t realise he actually stayed up from his nap just so he could wake me up. So sweet.

By the time I woke up, I was refreshed and feeling totally charged.

Cool.

Got ready, dressed up and left home to take a cab to World Trade Centre, where Kenneth and his girlfriend were waiting, so they could give me a lift into Sentosa.

The wedding dinner was by the sea, a pretty sight of Sentosa, sea, sand, stars.

Kenneth and I had wanted to be there ready to check out the sound system and get ready for the evening.

Kenneth’s girlfriend, Mag, and me.

Sleep deprivation had made me exceptionally goofy and I was giggling nonstop for a good half of the night.

I was rather excited to be in Sentosa, cos if my memory didn’t fail me, it was my 7th trip to the island.

So, to me, it’s a rare occasion, ya know?

So princessy eh?

The evening went on pretty smoothly and saw a lot of familiar faces.

We didn’t sit at the same table as the guys, cos to avoid some form of awkwardness.

Cos, that table consisted of the guys, and our table, their exes.

How quaint.

Me and the pretty bride at the reception.

Thanks to Mr Philip who kindly took the pictures for us.

It was at the reception, where Philip and I took a picture too.

Muahahahahaha.

Whilst we were taking this particular picture, a few common friends were nearby. When they saw us taking the picture, they joked that it was as if it was our wedding, and we were taking bridal shots together.

Muahahahaha.

The irony!

Me with Lilly and Michelle.

At our table, Joanne, Meiling and I had fun catching up.

Lilly was at the other table, and as much as she would like to join us, it was not to be.

We joked that if only we could boot away one of them, and we 3 could just join the table.

Michelle, Joanne, Lilly and me.

I used to be the skinniest amongst them, alright.

Sigh.

Woe is me.

While we were chilling to the pretty night view of Sentosa, Meiling took this shot of me, deep in thoughts.

Though it’s blurred, I thought the effect was pretty cool.

The dinner finally ended past 11, and the very kind Joanne gave us a lift back.

It was on the car, that they further reaffirmed that I am incredibly ‘Teyh‘ and am unbelievably flirtatious… towards GIRLS.

How nice.

I have great pals.

I crashed out early that night.

And woke up to a male’s voice the next day.

Saturday was mundane.

I blogged.

And blogged.

And blogged.

Till I finished with my 20, 800 words post.

I crashed out.

Yet I woke up early on Sunday again, at 10 plus, and this is serious sleep deprivation.

Did a shoot with Vamp in the evening when she came over to Jurong, but we had missed the setting sun by a bit, and we had shifted the location into the comfort of my own home.

I tell you, it’s pretty awkward when your dad comes home to see you doing a shoot. Muahaha.

The shoot made me have the constant urge to pee.

Will upload the pictures once I get my hands on them.

It was quite a harsh Sunday night for me, and I guess the flu bug had messed my mind.

SBB called and as usual, was the obliging listener as he hear my laments nonstop, and offered nice, soothing words.

Once I put down the receiver to the call, I had this urge to bawl.

But I didn’t.

It was real sweet cos I received an email from Coen, who is an engineer with the Honda team, whom we met in the pits over the Sepang weekend.

He intelligence flowed and I was immensely impressed.

And his flawless use of English broke down the communication barrier despite that he is from Holland.

That perked me up tonnes.

Spent my Tuesday chatting on MSN nonstop.

And met up with Joanne in the evening, and I was feeling too darn sick to want to head down to Eileen’s.

I don’t want to pass on my flu bug especially when her due date is drawing near, in 2 odd weeks’ time.

Joanne came over and we ordered McDonald’s, and reminisced about the old days when we were still part of the group.

She left around 10.30pm.

Okay, boring recap.

I guess I missed out something here and there, will add more in days to come.

Such a boring post.

Shall switch topic.

Oh, I did promise I will post more pictures of Mr HornyToni Elias for the benefits of the female readers of this blog yuh?

I shall keep the MSN/SMS exchanges between Raf and Toni and Toni and me confidential.

Muahahahaha.

Anyway.

The pair of mesmerising eyes I had been talking about.

Absolutely gorgeous, aren’t they?

The lashes are yummy yum.

Gosh, look how they twinkle.

Man, darn hot, ya know?

And more pictures of the hottie.

Woooo, this is my absolute favourite. The intensity of his eyes… and damn! Who’s the hunk beside him?!

The boy within.

Last but not least….

A picture he sent to me through MSN couple of days ago.

DARN FREAKING HOT.

Look at the collar bones and slightly parted lips.

*SLURP*

Darn. I sound like a pervert now.

Besides him, Raf and I were swooning over this gem whom we met at Sepang.

Someone who was always ugly in most pictures he had taken, but was incredibly hunky in real life.

All 1.83m of him was of such poise and charm.

Mr Ruben Xaus. RX11.

We thought the picture didn’t really do him justice, as of many others of his pictures online.

In fact Mr Ruben Xaus is also a Spaniard, and is Elias’ team mate.

I wonder if Elias has his contact or something.

Muahahaha.

Anyway, we managed to see a couple of pictures of Xaus, and I tell you, my nose stopped its greeny flow of mucus, and bled red instead.

Christmas colours. Yum.

Anyway.

May I present. My newest crush, who might not race in MotoGP next year anymore.

Awww.

He blushes and flushes easily. So cute.

And finally, the picture I went crazy for….

OH MY GOD.

Now, may you excuse me. I need to stop the bleeding nose.

Ciao.

Ooops. My bad.

Adios.