Time now: Monday, 1.30am — I was roused to consciousness by the series of threatening roars the sky mustered.

Sleeping at 7am today meant that I only had 7 hours of sleep; not quite enough for one who slept only 5 hours to sustain my Saturday.

I had wanted to blog earlier today, but my brain just wouldn’t work.

I did the house chores, did the laundry, scrubbed the toilet, sucked the room of dust, and gave the floor a lick of floor-cleaner wetness.

Finally, I sat down to watch the delayed telecast of MotoGP though I had already known the results.

I was in glee when Daniel Pedrosa won the championship for 250cc, cos I had preferred that chap over Casey Stoner.

They are both brilliant riders with gorgeous attitude to boot, but somehow, the memory of the miserable petite being chewing on his ice-cream cone, and still obliged to take a picture with us(though he had trouble mustering a smile, but he did TRY) after he fell off his bike and ended his race at Sepang.

Today, Casey fell. Dani went on have an exciting last lap, looking as though he had to settle for 2nd position, when he grabbed the 1st position, and Honda’s 600th win, under the nose of Sebastian Porto when he blasted over the finishing line. The difference? 0.027 seconds.

I am not bullshitting when I say I am surrendering to the charms of Spanish men.

Not much surprises from the MotoGP class, with Rossi dominating the race. My poor Max fell off his bike just after a single lap.

Coen messaged to say he is still quite disappointed over Max’s fall though they were all thrilled by Hayden’s brave second.

Speaking about Max, I got the shock of my life when I loaded his site yesterday.

I hyperventilated, when I saw the picture I took with him, up on his webpage. On er, duh, Fan of the week column.

Truth to be told, this is not the first time it happened, cos when I returned from Sepang in late January, I sent him the pictures through email, and he had replied to my mails, AND putting up the picture on his site.

So, when I saw the picture and the reply on the site again this time round, I was dumbfounded, cos it had meant as another civil email, which I had attached even the pictures of me standing right next to him on the grid.

Ciao Ting!
thanks for the picture
You looks always nice!!
Take care and see you next year in Sepang.

Ciao

Max

-Glee Glee Glee-

He remembers!

Anyway, I dozed off after the MotoGP race finished.

It was half past midnight when I finally greeted the day again.

Welcome Monday, goodbye Sunday. Gee. How short Sunday was.

***

Time now: Monday, 4.49am — I find it hard to blog these days.

Total dissatisfaction with myself.

I am.. just, unhappy.

No motivation to do so.

How could it all be happening?

It’s a cold, cold night.

I thought I used to like chilly nights like this.

But tonight, it froze me. And my heart.

***

I wish you hadn’t known me so well.

You are reading me, almost like a book.

It’s scary.

***

I promised I would visit my god daughter, Rena, at the hospital, but the lousy visiting hours meant that I didn’t have the chance to visit the day on her birth cos she chose a very timely 8.06pm to arrive to the evil earth wonderful world.

Visiting hours halted at 8pm, you see?

I couldn’t visit Eileen at Rena at their home today due to the ceaseless storm throughout the day.

So, I missed it again yesterday when I spent 6 hours at Mediacorp, with Janice’s very kind companionship. It was endless wait, and I didn’t even expect to wait that long, ya know?

We didn’t sleep well from the night before, and I struggled to keep my concentration together. We looked like we were deflated of life when we appeared soaked in fatigue when we finally met up.

We even replayed the clip on her laptop out of boredom.

Yes, it was for the Superhost thingy, which unsurprisingly, I didn’t quite make the grade. *chuckles*

The most awesome thing of all, was to see this hunky actor(Qi Yuwu is his name, I believe) doing this shoot, and while he was waiting in the open(cos he didn’t want to stand where it was air-conditioned), I was talking to Janice over the phone.

He was wrapped in a bath robe, but fully dressed beneath. In my favourite -cough- white shirt, pants, and leather shoes.

Suddenly, I saw him picking up one of the mineral bottles off the ground, removed his bath robe, and poured the contents onto his white shirt. The shirt immediately hugged his bare skin affectionately, as it turned opaqued.

*Gasp*

In the next moment, it was almost as cliche as the drama script always goes, he picked up yet another bottle, tilted his head up, closed his eyes, and doused his face with the water, as he shook his head, running his fingers through his lengthy hair as he did so.

He was dripping wet.

So was I Kidding!

Woohoo.

I joked to Janice, this is perhaps the only good thing that came out of the wait.

I tried to browse for cuties in the studio where we sat and waited, and was greatly disappointed. I joked my job was there to get cuties’ numbers rather than anything else.

The horror of the day was when I turned my head and caught a familiar face.

*GASP IN ABSOLUTE HORROR*

It was that of the girl, who later on became my first boyfriend’s girlfriend.

Er, well, Zhiqiang and I were together for a mere 11 days, before I flew off to London back in 1998.

After 3 months, we couldn’t work the long-distant thingy out, and we broke off.

Quite sadly, Miss Ting couldn’t get out of it nor move on. It took me another year an half before I could finally do.

When we broke off, his famous words were that he would not find a girlfriend till he was 21.

By the end of 1999, he was together with her, his classmate back in Junior College days.

Yeap, they are still together. So sweet right?

Interestingly, the last time we saw each other and said hi, was in the very same studio, where I had only been there twice in my life.

Once, when Shisheng’s brother got into some contest’s finals, and we went down to root for him more than 2 years ago. Zhiqiang was there, too.

And the second, yesterday. His girlfriend was there.

I did see them when I was out with Philip once at Isetan Scotts, but I was out of their visual range, I guess.

Anyway, I saw her, and sheepishly turned away.

Janice left around 5 plus, and there was still no signs of us getting over the agonising wait.

I ended up sitting along this linkway, where I could see the setting sun over the serene neighbourhood. That was a pretty sight to behold.

Right then, I felt overwhelmed by dejection, and there was almost no point in waiting. Had wanted to left. But I promised Miss Jan I would stick around to at least give it a shot.

Fine.

It was 2 hours later when I finally got over it.

I didn’t prepare for the required 2-minute item, and the first thing when they got to know I used to be a educator, was a typical, yet a tad condescending, ‘Oh, you certainly don’t look like it‘.

*Cough*

I laughed, and agreed that was the usual response given to me. I wondered what was it that doesn’t look like it. Perhaps I should have asked. Muahahaha.

I sheepishly admitted I have not prepared anything, and it was just a brief chat before I was buzzed out.

Overall, I thought the entire thing was pretty interesting, talking to different people, looking at how everything worked, and yet, I was amazed I wasn’t that nervous nor jittery like how I had used to be.

Perhaps, I had overcame some stuffs along the way in 2005, which I had never dared to think I would do.

Cool.

I walked out the quiet Andrew Road at 8.30pm.

Darn!

I missed the visiting hours for my Rena again. *Sulks*

I was thrilled there is a direct bus that would bring me home, and I ended my night with dinner at the hawker centre nearby my place.

For 1.90, the unfriendly-looking auntie had said she would give me one miserable fried-prawn, a hash brown, and a some meat to make up for the Nasi Lemak set as they no longer had chicken wing nor egg.

Eventually I got extra peanuts and Ikan Bilis, and she very nicely offered to give me some curry gravy, and generously scooped some vegetables from the curry onto my rice.

Such sweetness. Never judged a menacingly-looking auntie by her grumpy looks.

***

I took a short, but tiring walk home, and I just wanna hole up at home with my book.

I dropped by CineNow to get my membership card done, so that I could just walk there to rent a movie anytime when I am in need of a dose of quality time with myself. 6 hours of rental for $2.50.

24/7.

Yay.

For nights like yesterday and today, where I would be spending time at home, without any company.

Since I had plenty to do at home last night, like replying to emails and reading my book, I postponed the thought of chilling to a nice movie.

***

The night ended when I bickered with Nick over who was the cuter baby.

We ended up adding people from my MSN list to be judges.

Out of 3 of them, 2 of them agreed I was the cuter baby.

Only Ivan, chose Nick.

And Ivan had the audacity to send us his picture to compete against us.

They were cute, but just not as cute as I was, ya know?

Fret not people, we will soon hold a Who is the cuter baby? competition in time to come.

As the week progresses, I am sure there is gonna be a fierce fight.

Those sore losers. They just can’t accept that I was the cutest baby among them.

But I admit, there was a picture of Nick sucking a banana(poor banana) that was darn cute.

Tsk tsk. Does that say something about his sexuality, I wonder.

Mr Banana sucker is a… a sore loser!! He said he is a gracious winner, but that doesn’t say anything about him being a gracious loser, nor does that say anything about him being a winner.

*ROAR* I will win.

I AM THE CUTEST!!!

I insist.

***

So, this is the part you guys had been waiting for.

I dragged myself out of on Friday evening, thinking that I would drop by town, before heading to KK hospital to await the birth of Rena darling.

Dave had informed me that I would not be able to go into the delivery suite, so I said I would wait for his call.

But when the call came it, it was past visiting hours, and thus, I made my way to Holland Village instead.

I knew she was there, with him.

***

You sure you will be okay alone?

Yeap, in the public, he won’t do anything to me one la. I just want to demand an apology from him. Since he said it was all misunderstanding.

I don’t think there’s much misunderstanding there. Quite clear cut to me. Just be careful darling, don’t let him hurt you more than he already did in the past.

Ya, I know, I will be okay.

I will be hanging out around Holland Village, so once it’s over, if you need someone around, I will be just around the corner alright?

Wah, everyone so concerned huh? Colin and Ralph had said they would be around the area too.

Hahaha, we all becoming F.B.I. agents like that, stalking out till the moment you emerge from your negotiation.

-You have friends who love you, dearly-

***

Time now: Monday, 8am — I am getting distracted from blogging so easily.

It’s 8am now.

I just finished 3-hour phone call with SBB. Tsk tsk, now I wonder how much does he know about me but is just keeping mum and not saying.

Pablo is on MSN with me. He is in transit in Singapore for an hour, so it is almost impossible for us to meet up.

And interestingly, though his spoken English seems kinda cool, his written English is pretty atrocious since he put the words together to how they would sound like, and not the words’ actual spelling.

Oddly enough, I find it easier to understand him, cos I would just have to read the words to how they sound like to form a proper sentence.

Coen is SMSing me. He might be in transit in Singapore tonight!

It is supposed to be a short fuel-stop, but he is thinking of changing his flight to a day later, so he could spend a day in Singapore to catch up with us.

Now, I am just wondering if the frail heart of my beloved dad could cope with the obscene numbers of SMSes this month.

20 to Holland.
10 to Spain.
3 to England.
4 to Italy.

This is so not good.

And now, I am not able to sleep, but my concentration is slipping away from me again, and I find it harder to blog as I am getting sleepier.

I am supposed to meet my favourite bitches for lunch later, and I can’t wait.

***

Time now: Monday, 6.30pm — I am back from the lunch date with my bitches. A male bitch joined me today and met the ladies.

This post is really taking a toll on me.

Coen wasn’t able to change his flight, so he wouldn’t be able to stopover in Singapore for a day.

Quite sadly, he decided to stop working for HRC, and would be moving on. That probably would mean our paths will possibly not cross in the future.

Take care, pal.

***

Time now: Monday, 9.13pm — Succumbed to a nap, and had thought I would most probably crash till 11 or midnight.

It was barely 8.20pm. Woken by a series of SMSes and calls, and a short chat with SBB before he retired for an early night too.

Missed many calls, and read many messages in my dazed state.

My phone was then left to die under some pillow as we both had a lazy chat and I didn’t realise the huge chunk of messages and calls I missed.

The conversation went like this:

Sweetie… I very tired.

Sweetie, I am so very tired too.

Why don’t you continue sleeping?

Cannot.. I can’t remember who called or who messaged. Interrupted till cannot sleep. You go sleep then.

I will be sleeping soon. I am so tired.

I am so tired, too.

Sweetie, I am tired.

Sweetie, I am so tired.

Gosh sweetie, I am so blardy tired.

Sweetie, howwwwwww? I am very tired too.

Please use a bit of imagination and pepper the conversation with lotsa whinings in baby voices. Lazy drawls, too.

Gee, I could smell his scent all over me.

***

It wasn’t my intention to get myself involved with yet another drama. But uh-oh, I just did.

Darn. Why am I always messing things up?

***

I called up VampTreSS and suggested to meet up at Holland Village instead of town on Friday (14th) night, so that if anything were to happen, we would be around, and she would have somewhere to run to if she needed some form of comfort.

Despite her assurances that she would be able to manage, I didn’t quite trust so.

I called her when I reached Holland Village around 9, before meeting up with VampTreSS.

There, I saw, her, and him, sitting at the window seat, overseeing the streets outside.

She didn’t see me. She ended the call abruptly, and I saw the solemn look on her face as she continued on with what seemed like a strenuous talk.

I was glad I was there, shall anything happen.

***

We adjourned from Coffee Club to T.C.C., where we were surprised to see a table reserved for us. *Gasp in absolute delight*

T.C.C. was further down the street from N.Y.D.C.. Very near.

I had walked past earlier on and told Meiling(the sweet lass who served us the previous round) I might be dropping by, and I didn’t know she meant it when she said that she would reserve a table for us.

The service at T.C.C. was as it was the previous time, absolutely brilliant.

Vamp was joking it was almost V.I.P. treatment, and I agree.

It was then, I saw a familiar figure storming down the street, with a thunder-like face.

She paced down the stretch in heavy, rapid steps, visibly upset.

I left my seat and chased after her.

Despite my few frantic and audible calls of ‘Janice!’, she stomped on without turning back, oblivious to everything around her.

I grabbed her by the arm, and was greeted by the confused, helpless gaze, tinged by a slight hue of anger.

There was no surprise on her face when she saw me, and she looked as if she was lost in a world of her own, badly mutilated by emotional hurt.

I asked if she was okay, and the answer was a confused and incoherent one.

He denied everything. He said he didn’t lie. He said he is a man of credibility. He said the other girls(Evelyn and Kailin) had lied. He said they lied to hurt me. He said he never said those things. I called Kailin for them to talk things out on the spot, he denied, he accused her of lying, she said he is lying. I don’t know. I really don’t know. So what is happening? I don’t know what and who to believe. He refused to apologise. Then what is it now? It started off fine… And he just brushed aside everything just like this. What can I do? So nobody is lying, all my fault? I am just a victim of his lies?!

Girl, you know very well who is lying. It’s very clear cut isn’t it? Don’t let him mess up your mind anymore. You yourself know very well who is lying. How could you even trust his words?!

What can I do? He denied everything. He just denied everything. He said he didn’t say any of those things. I just want to break down and cry now. I wanted an apology and he could just so coldly deny everything.

An embrace was quickly thrown to sooth, and I pulled her to sit down with us at the cafe.

She recounted the evening to us and was on the verge of tears. He was being manipulative and put on a fake front again.

‘I just want you to be happy. I won’t hurt you that way. I don’t lie. I just want to protect you.’

A truck of bollocks.

***

It wasn’t long before Nick joined us at Holland Village, and before he could warm his seat, he had thought it was just another usual evening out.

Just like what he had thought the previous Friday would be yet another peaceful night out.

***

Now, you guys wondered why I did what I did.

With the headache-inducing clip similar to the hit movie, I had thought it would aptly name as, ‘Ting is a witch project‘.

Some people thought it was SBB I did it to. Don’t worry, SBB has kept a clean enough track record, and I doubt I would do it to someone even if he is an utter jerk in my life.

Some had thought the title of Ting with a cup of strawberry milk sounds suggestively kinky.

Kenny says:
Ooooh porno!
Ting says:
Yah, starring me
Kenny says:
And OMM
Ting says:
Erm. I wish. Hahaha.
Kenny says:
no wonder the video clip so short!
Ting says:
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Muahahahaha. Can I quote that?

And some had thought it was Janice in the clip.

And yes, SBB thought it was Janice in the clip.

Duh.

In Kenny’s words: silly guy! How could he not recognise the body he’s been hugging?

Ting: that’s a very *cough* mild word you using.

The gorgeous lady in the clip, is, yes, indeed, yours truly.

The coward who was strawberrymilked(Filee’s term), is Janice’s ex-boyfriend, whom she had dumped almost 2 years ago.

Someone would argue if the entire thing was necessary, or would it make any difference? No, it wouldn’t.

Seriously, like I had mentioned before, I don’t derive any joy nor sense of victory from what I did.

It is just chilling to know that, such a person, would never change, nor admit to his wrongdoings no matter what.

It’s okay. It’s only a matter of time that his life will go down the drain, and I shall await the day.

***

It wasn’t avenging for the past, or being vengeful.

A little summary of his deeds.

On the surface, he is the perfect gentleman. Rich. Nice guy.

BUT.

He, IS a woman-beater.

He hit, kicked, punched and abused Janice physically throughout their relationship.

When a guy looks at her, he would threaten, ‘If he is not going to stop staring at you, I am going to punch YOU.‘

He forbade her, and Kailin(his recently ex-girlfriend whom he tormented with his lies, and had hit her once, but she retaliated) to wear anything non-sleeved.

He forbade his girlfriend to be in her brother’s room during night time, cos he thinks the brother might do something to her.

He smeared their reputation by saying untruthful things.

He said he dumped Janice, when it was her who dumped him after she could take his violent outbursts no more.

He spreaded the rumours about how Janice was raped before, and thus he couldn’t take it, and thus, dumped her.

How could a guy ever do such thing to taint a girl’s reputation?!

He claimed she had wanted to have sex with him, but he didn’t want to cos he couldn’t come to terms with that. And thus, insisted he was a virgin.

When people had read about the true account on Janice’s blog, he lied through his teeth and accused that she was deranged, and had serious mental problem which causes her to hallucinate, cos her dad had abused her.

He claimed all the girls were head over heels over him, and he had hard time shaking them off.

He bitched about Janice in front of Kailin and Evelyn, and did the same to each girl in front of the other 2.

He made KLstop MSNing and stop logging on to friendster.

He counts the number of male names in her phone, and demanded explanations when there is an increase.

When a guy in a crowd accidentally brushes his shoulder with the girls, he would fly into a rage, and pressured them to make police report cos the guy had ‘molested’ his girlfriend.

‘Why did you let him molest you?‘ he would say.

The best part?

The girls were constantly molested by strangers on the streets, butts touched and pinched for no reason.

He will then forced them to make a police report, accusing the guy standing next to them earlier on had done it.

Most of the time, the ‘guy’ whom he accused of molesting them, would disappear before the girls could see them.

Until, one day.

A 4 year-old boy was standing behind the girlfriend, and she felt a pinch, again.

She turned a tad too swiftly for him. She saw it. She saw his hand retracting.

It was HIM.

That moment, she understood.

It was him, all along.

But putting the blame on the guys who had stood near to the girls.

This time, he was sick in the mind enough to want to malign a 4 year-old boy!

He said he doesn’t lie.

Do you believe so?

She had wanted to confront him for saying she was raped.

He denied ever doing anything to hurt her. He denied he ever said those things.

He denied. Nonchalantly. Emotionlessly. Matter-of-factly.

He refused to apologise.

He accused the girls of being jealous, maligning him.

Scars don’t lie. Similar experiences don’t lie.

He is, psychotic. Sick in the head.

***

She sat there, almost shaking from the anger, overwhelmed by helplessness.

I listened, thoroughly disgusted that someone could be so despicable.

I heard the story many times, but he was still unrepentent.

‘I ordered a big glass of strawberry milkshake. I was thinking if I could have the courage, I would just pour it on him. I didn’t even touch it,‘ she said.

I should have, she continued.

She checked with her friend, who was looking over her in the cafe opposite N.Y.D.C., and realised he was still there, alone.

I feel like going back to at least humiliate him since he was always so conscious of image, status and such.

Why not? Perhaps you should. It doesn’t help much. But he disgusts me.

Shall we? But I can’t do it. If I walk in, he would know what I am up to.

Okay, I will do it.

Really?

I tilted my head for a cold come-on, and I was awed by my sudden venture into the dark side.

It was the chillingly stone-faced side, with a silent trait that was untypical. Something dangerous, I was aware.

I shot Vamp a look.

You should go. Just go, she egged.

We both rose, without hesitation.

On our way there, she held my hand. I suddenly came to my senses, suddenly hesitant.

Will you really do it?

Do we really have to do this?

I want to.

Okay, I will do it if you really want me to.

I took a glance. He was sitting there, without an ounce of remorse, on the phone. The melted glass of pink milkshake, sat there, without a hint of threat.

Pink. How innocently pretty.

I pushed the door open, and strutted into the eatery.

I wasn’t sure if my get-up that day was rousing much attention or not, cos I was wearing a black dress and was a picture of poise as I sashayed into the eatery, with a dry smirk on my face.

My eyes weren’t smiling.

I noticed the staffs threw a glance at me in unison, wondering if they should serve me, or perhaps I looked as if I was pretty out of place.

I walked to the corner table.

There, he was, on the phone with Kailin, telling her that she had upset Janice, and Janice left in tears, and she shouldn’t upset her further, and should stop contacting her… and, and, and all those bullshit.

Janice didn’t leave in tears.

I stood there, he looked a tad bewildered, but not without that haughty look on his face.

He creased his brows a little, and asked nonchalantly, ‘Do I know you?‘

It was almost like a soft whisper.

I looked out of the window, and saw Janice there, gesturing me to do the deed.

He turned, and saw her, immediately understood who I was. A friend of someone he had hurt.

It was silly of me, but I actually did think of talking sense to the 21 year-old being before me.

He gave me a side-glance as if I didn’t worth any of his time.

I stood there, disgusted.

I am surprised I even waited for him to get off the phone, before saying in a cool tone, without raising my voice.

‘How could you do that to a girl?’

He gave me a soft, can’t-be-bothered ‘what are you talking about.‘

Come on lah, be a man. If you hit someone, if you lied, admit it and at least apologise. How could you say all those things.

He gave a brilliant display of his acting skills, as if he was puzzled, and nothing I had said made sense.

Total unrepentence.

He just sat there, unmoved. Cool and calm, acting bewildered. Still, that strong hue of haughtiness, stayed.

I took a look around.

Some staffs were looking over, wondering if they should serve me.

I wish I had announced to the whole eatery what he had done, and what a pervert he is.

I was too cold and chilling to be making a scene.

I suddenly caught a glimpse of VampTreSS holding a camera at me.

His impassiveness made me realise how incorrigible such a jerk was.

I reached for the glass of pink fluid, and doused it right into his detestable, pimple-infested face.

He sat there, still unmoved.

I stormed out onto the streets. With too much real anger in me.

Somehow, the first instinct, was to break down and cry.

I know not why.

***

My mind was in a blank.

VampTreSS chased after us. I could only hear Janice squealing in relief and mocked delight about how happy she was.

Apparently, Nick saw us left our seats abruptly, and asked Vamp where we were heading.

As she told him, he whipped out his camera and said it shouldn’t be missed, and thus, she took it and went after us.

Vamp told of how she couldn’t find us when she ventured into NYDC, and how she didn’t know how to operate the camera.

So, the moment she saw me, after she scoured the entire eatery, before she could frame me properly, I had done what I did.

And, she didn’t even know if the camera was on, or not.

The full 1 minute plus clip was like a replica of Blair Witch Project, as she was heard and seen fiddling with the camera, and exclaiming how she didn’t know if she had captured the clip or not.

Talk about good timing.

Perfect timing.

We sat down, and realised I was shaking slightly.

I didn’t quite smile. I did. But, it didn’t feel right.

They reviewed the clip and were left speechless.

They laughed at it, and jibed that I had the courtesy to put the straw back into the glass, after removing it for the bizarre moment. They joked I might as well stay around, arrang the glass and straw nicely, set the table before I sashayed out.

It was when I heard the clip, did I realise what I said before I stormed out was recorded.

This will teach you never to hit a woman again.

Would it make a difference? I think not. But he will always remember his belated 21st birthday present in a yummy shade of pink, from yours truly.

Happy belated birthday, Mr Kelvin.

***

Erm, one thing though. Am terribly sorry for the mess I created for the staffs at NYDC.

They had to clean the table, mop the floor and wipe the window, I suppose.

My apologies. *Sheepish smiles*

***

I am so happy! She laughed in a state of exhilaration.

Really? Are you really happy? I don’t know. Don’t let it bring you to the extreme of emotions, and bring you emptiness at the end of it.

I already felt it, as I spewed forth those words.

What for? There are still going to be ignorant girls gonna fall victims to him, and he would get his evil ways, causing more hurt to others.

Somehow, something was bogging me down the entire night.

***

It wasn’t long, before I saw Meiling.

Somehow, her plight reminded me of mine.

She offered me a ciggie, and as if I still hadn’t got over the initial trauma, I accepted it without much fuss.

I inhaled deeply, and it felt smooth, and calmed me a little.

Janice came over to show the clip, as I stood to chat to Meiling.

I actually found the ciggie indescribly soothing and nice as it paced my breathing, lifting the void within.

Janice gave an incredulous look, and hit me hard on my shoulder, repeatedly.

It wasn’t before long my shoulder turned into a bright hue of scarlet.

I still refused to let go of my fag.

She hit somemore, with full force everytime, demanding me to drop it.

I didn’t.

I went back to the table at T.C.C., and the guys were quick to cheat me of the ciggie, claiming they had wanted to see what brand it was.

Trust no one, I learnt.

Since that day, I seem to develop a strange craving for the bitter taste on tobacco on my lips, as I yearned to lick it with my tongue, feeling like a satisfied little girl who got her sweets.

But, it seems like that particular brand that had got me hooked.

It’s funny how everyone is quitting, and I am getting a kick from it.

But no, I have no intention of picking it up.

It pricks my throat, makes me cough, and makes me dizzy.

So, stop preaching.

***

Janice left for her long walk home thereafter.

We ended the night at T.C.C. after Nick left with Jianming to pick his girlfriend up.

Vamp, her friend and I ended up sitting at the coffeeshop for a quick bite before I decided to head home to retire from the drama night.

Tiring.

Exhausted.

***

Interesting.

That would probably kill off the chances of me finding a boyfriend, and everyone would be put off by such an outburst from yours sincerely.

Muahahahaha.

Janice, if I can’t find a boyfriend, you have to claim partial responsibility.

I scare them all off already.

Not only that.

Mr GCB had told me to remind him not to return to Singapore if ever *choi choi* Finicky Feline and him doesn’t work out.

Good, good. All my friends will be fearfully blissful.

Muahahahaha.

Damn. Except me, since I will not do it to the guys in my life.

And, I would only resort to such when I had to throw my hands in the air in resignation after failing to reason with them.

Suddenly, I feel like Don Corleone from Mario Puzo’s Godfather.

Muahahahaha.

***

It’s quaintly ironic.

The man I love most in my life, is a women-beater too.

Does that explain why I abhor women-beater so much?

***

Spent this afternoon lunching with the girlies.

Jane Doe, VampTreSS, Finicky Feline, and SBB.

The telephone conversation with SBB lasted till 8am, before the 2 of us tried to get some sleep.

Apparently, I couldn’t fall asleep at all.

Darn.

Shortly after, I received a phone call of heavy breathing(MUAHAHA! Darn fake!), and I burst into a series of chuckles before greeting him with abundant zest for someone who had yet to rest for the night.

So, he suggested that he would come over to mine though we had no prior arrangement to meet, and I asked him to join us for lunch at International Business Park.

Jane Doe had picked VampTreSS up from her place, and we would meet for lunch at 12noon with Finicky Feline.

I would say we have immaculate sense of timing.

*Cough*

He reached at 10.30am, and we spent slightly more than an hour getting turned on canoodling and chatting about mindless stuffs before we left to join the girls.

He gave a loud, hearty laugh when he saw Mr Kelvin strawberrymilked.

I suspected he secretly feared for his life.

He sent me down to meet the girlies, and the obscene queues at the food court put us off.

We joined Jane Doe at her queue for the not-so-economical lunch.

I was already in a daze, and so was he.

Day time is just not so friendly to us.

***

FF rushed back to work, after being enticed by the smokers.

She stayed strong and resisted all temptations.

SBB commented FF is quite cute.

Hello?!?! Blind huh? She’s darn cute, alright?!

And SBB’s response to FF’s post?

‘Ooo, I like, ask her time and place? Then you join in alright?‘

Nahbeh.

FF’s reaction?

Ting, you join me and GCB then.

*Chokes*

I am immensely innocently, fiercely chaste, alright?

Actually, wooohooo. Sounds good to me, ya know?

*Cough*

Joke, okay, joke.

***

We accompanied Jane Doe to Acer Center, and I don’t know how I tide the day over cos I was in such a daze, and my legs were soft like jello.

Adjourned to IMM, where we failed to find an open-air coffee place to chat, and Jane Doe had to leave to run some errands.

Eventually, SBB, Vamp and I ended up in Jurong Point, where we sat to chat, albeit in a daze.

***

SBB sent me home when he had to meet up with his pal, and I was too daze to hang out.

***

Finally, I can declare this incoherent post a wrap.

Will try to blog more when I have enough sleep to have a clear mind to write.

I can’t seem to write nor read when my concentration is not there.

Ciao, everyone.