Sleeping pattern for the past 4 days:
Saturday - Woke up at 1pm, with only 5 hours of sleep from 8am.
Sunday - Woke up at 11 plus in the morning. Had slept at 7 in the morning.
Monday - Only managed to nap for 1 hour after falling asleep at 9 plus in the morning. When I woke up at 11 plus in the morning, I was unable to get back to sleep anymore.
Don’t ask me how I survived the night without feeling an ounce of fatigue. I was very awake throughout the day, in fact.
Napped for 2 hours from 5pm - 7pm, feeling totally zoned out.
Today - Woke up at 11, after falling asleep at 7am.
I can’t get back to sleep at all! I think it is time I depend on sleeping pills.
I am just too tired to carry on my day-to-day task, but now, however tired I am, I am still unable to get enough rest for the body.
Yes, I know how some of you are going to nag about my screwed up sleeping pattern being the culprit. But think of it this way: The culprit to the warped sleeping pattern is something else.
Sleeping too much, or sleeping too little. Doesn’t that sound awfully familiar?
Despite for the past 3 days of sleep deprivation, I was either out or had been extremely active.
But yet, nothing seems to max my system out enough for me to feel enough fatigue to be knocked out totally.
And, I seem to develop this resentment for my desktop.
I don’t seem to have a want in me to linger around it, or to use it. Except when I needed to catch up some news, search for some sort of information, figure out my direction with the street directory, or for the occasional blog hop.
It will take a tremendous amount of discipline, for me to get through this entry, really.
Did I mention my back hurts? I seem to pull/overexert a muscle or something.
***
Wednesday. 2nd day of the 11th month.
I did something for the very first time.
I only managed to fall asleep after lunch time on Wednesday, and woke up few hours later in the evening, in a complete daze.
In a ghastly state, I headed out in the damp weather, short of makeup and depleted of a boosted spirit.
Clad in glasses, hair dishevelled in a sluggish bun, randomly bit into by the pecan clip. Splotches of rashes publicised across my face audaciously.
Yet again, helping friend out with phone calls and such in the Central Business District. Something I had grown very sick of. Some kind of torture I had subjected myself to.
Perhaps, it is a good thing that my mind was pretty much in a blank. I could switch off the compartment holding my pride, ambitions, and emotions, shifting my gear into auto-pilot, devoid of any expectations from myself, getting on with the chore mechanically.
It’s sometimes interesting who you get to talk to over the phone.
I gave a slight encouragement from a certain person, whom I realised, was from the same secondary school I was from.
A mere stranger. A mechanical engineer who had just started on a permanent job despite 3 years my senior.
Anyway, that wasn’t really the point.
I got a call from VampTreSS, who was having a shoot in Tanjong Pagar as well.
She was meeting up with Nick and Kelvin in the drizzle, and they said they would pick me up later to meet up.
I left the office building at 9pm, strolling in the drizzle, as I tried to navigate them to where I was.
Nick and Kelvin had decided that, they would expose the ignorant one(that is, me) to….
*Drums roll*
Counterstrike(CS)!
Yes yes. For the 1st time ever in my life(!!), I was going to play LAN game.
Excited, was the little girl in me.
Obviously, there was a hidden agenda behind the game.
You see, my friends had always thought I would be such a joy(ahem) to watch when I turn all panicky and clumsy with the keys as I try to eliminate my opponents.
So, off to Marina South, we went.
I could hardly contain my enthusiasm, and was starting to plan, albeit a tad prematurely, how I would kill everyone who had mocked at me.
Coincidentally, Brian and Mindy were having dinner there, and the 4 of us had planned to meet up with them there.
It was just Brian when we reached there, cos Mindy was still with her colleagues at some steamboat buffet place nearby. Shortly after, another pal of the group, Charles, joined us.
Nick and Kelvin had indulged in some arcade games, whilst Vamp and I roamed around.
It was then, when I bumped into Stefanie, one of the female riders whom I had really great impression of.
The horror sept in when she commented I had gained weight.
It was really nice to see her again.
Later that night, Nick was telling me that they were driving around to look for me to pick me up, when they saw a female figure, and the thought it was me.
Kelvin had commented, ‘Don’t think so, too big(as in, the figure was too big a size to be me)’.
Eventually, Nick had claimed, it turned out to be me, indeed.
Double horror.
And, in the very same day, Poo had messaged me on MSN, showing me the link of a picture I had took with Janice, and made some brilliant comment on my bulging tummy.
3 blows in a day!
I meditated and refused to eat for the next couple of days, cos, food brought guilt and disgust.
But as usual, I could never put off the temptation for long.
Vamp insisted that I should eat something, and I succumbed to a curry puff and a stick of sausage.
As we stood outside the entrance of the game centre chatting and munching on our snacks, I realised how it is impossible to eat a stick of sausage without being the butt of suggestive jokes.
As usual, I nearly dropped my food, and in a rare occasion of precise reaction, I swiftly rescued it and popped it right into my mouth, much to the amazement of Vamp.
‘Did you see that? That was sleek! Gee.. She’s good with her mouth!‘ she mused to Brian, as they fagged by the entrance.
I was really trying hard not to read into the innuedo that was encrypted.
Darling, I can be real swift and sleek with my movements, alright?
Always Sometimes Rarely Sometimes.
Finally, the 3 of us ventured on to get started on the game, as the 2 of them tried to coach the impossibly slow one.
My fingers stubbornly refused to cooperate with the keys, and my marksmanship… er, what marksmanship?!
Before long, the group of 3 expanded to a group of 6, and the game rolled.
I shall not mention how when an enemy appeared right before me to start shooting at me, I would cringe and retract my hands off the keyboard and mouse, just so that I could cover my ears in horror, at a loss what to do.
‘AIM AND SHOOT!‘ Vamp shrilled.
‘RELOAD!!!!‘
‘BUY WEAPONS!!‘ Vamp reminded.
‘KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE KEYBOARD AND MOUSE!!‘ Brian roared.
Occasionally, they would reach over and help with the game. In fact, there was this point when I was the sole survivor(I don’t know how), and I was supposed to denote a bomb(tsk! No one told me that I have to, since no one would think I would ever be the last survivor) by pressing the ‘E’ key, and I was so clueless that Brian exasperatedly reached over to take over the keyboard aggressively.
‘Oh. You won the game for the team,‘ he announced, as I cluelessly nodded in amusement, smiling gleefully at this achievement.
But, darn, the honour wasn’t quite mine, was it?
There were many voices from the far side telling me where to go, and I got disoriented from walking in the maze-like game scenerio.
In fact, I swear I had motion-sickness, feeling the queasy nausea overwhelming me.
Kelvin zero-ed in on me and I was murdered X times by him.
There was this part when someone came up to me and all I could do was to shrill and fluster.
‘AIM!!! SHOOT!!‘ was the chorus from Nick, Brian, Vamp and Kelvin.
I did, and I don’t know who I killed.
There was another time that I aimed, and instead of a pistol, I ended up dancing a knife around right before the enemy, and I was in a state of horror when I didn’t see my pistol.
Stab. Stab. Stab. I can’t even remember how I mutilated my enemy.
I ended up shooting at my team mates most of the time.
I shall not mention how I was caught in the cross fire between one of my team mates and the opposing team.
Until I heard roars of laughter from 4 of them, and Brian raised his voice in exasperation, ‘OI! Get lost! You are blocking my view! I am trying to kill him!!’
I didn’t realise he was trying to aim at the opponent, and my character was sashaying aimlessly to and fro, blocking his view, shielding the enemy instead.
The vehement of laughter from the rest were merciless. Hmphf!
I may not be a brilliant CS player, but I was a great entertainment, alright? -consoling self-
Jeff came and joined us, watching the game by our sides.
***
It would have been quite a relaxing evening on a holiday eve, until Roy called, and the joy was slightly dampened.
Oddly, I don’t feel any irritation as my night was cut short, cos seriously, I think I could understand how awkward a position the group was put in, and how he would inevitably feel left out, or slightly affected when the group has to split just to accomodate the 2 of them.
Vamp then left with Jeff, and I declined their invitation to join them, opted for home instead.
Nick and Kelvin left Marina South immediately too, whilst Charles and Brian stayed. Since Marina South is pretty inaccesible, I had asked for a lift to get to the main road, where I could grab a cab before midnight.
But, the 2 darlings were incredibly sweet to give me a lift back home, when in fact, they were heading towards North and East to pick up their respective girlfriends, when I actually stay in the extreme West.
We had stopped by somewhere along Bugis so Nick could finish a phone call with Roy, before we continued on the journey.
The sedan cruised along the expressway, scattering my thoughts, bit by bit into the night, until, my night finally concluded as it negotiated the bend, into the lobby of my apartment.
My first time.
The guys were right. I do suck at the game.
Give me some time, I would awe everyone with my brilliant tactics and precise, ruthless marksmanship.
*Cough* Yah, right.
***
Interestingly, a mail awaited me that night.
An apology.
Woops. I should have an inkling what was happening when I saw someone being referred to my site from Netherlands, searching for ‘Joewei Ting‘.
Actually, the apology wasn’t necessary, really.
It was just a difference in views, cultures, lifestyles, and people. No one is to be blamed or whatsoever.
I really do think so.
It was just something, I had anticipated.
Horror of horrors, I admire whoever who has the patience to pore through my archives.
I bet he had finished till June 2005 by now, perhaps?
***
Slept throughout Thursday. Read throughout that night till Friday noon.
For the first time, I actually knew.
That someone had devoured my entire archive. All 3 years of it.
Imagine my utter flabbergastion when SBB matter-of-factly mentioned that he had finished my ENTIRE archive of 3 years plus of rubbish.
I cringed at the thought of that, and I couldn’t stop ‘eeeewwwwwww‘-ing down the phone at this piece of revelation.
I know my archive is free for all to read, but then I have this fear of looking back at my own past, and made it a point not to read them, cos a lot of things, I would rather not remember.
And what’s with their sanity? Who in the hell would read through such lengthy posts with barely any hint of substance in them?
Their patience awes me.
Yet, I feel exposed, naked, and susceptible to scrunity and judgment when someone reads me too much and feel that they know me very well, simply from my words, or worse, my kooky talks and thoughts.
Seriously, those past posts were written by someone else, not me. I hired someone to write for me, really.
So you are not reading me, really.
*Cough*
***
Saturday. 5th day of November. How swift.
It was 1pm, and I could hardly sleep anymore.
I stripped my mattress of its modesty, and did laundry for my sheets.
I scrubbed the tub, did house chores.
But the highlight of the day, was when I finally decided to diet no more, cos I had this immense craving for chilli kangkong.
That, was fulfilled, when I met up dad for dinner at 5 plus that afternoon.
It was great to see dad again. And when I hopped onto his car, I had exclaimed, ‘Gee! Long time no see!‘.
Says something about how often we see each other eh?
Even though sometimes he does return to the apartment, I would either be occupied with my own stuff in my room, or that I would be sleeping.
Had a talk with dad over late lunch, catching up a little, and scrutinising how age had taken a toll on him.
It was almost painful to gaze at those fine lines that weren’t there in the past.
The greys.
For a 60 years-old 4 years ago, he had a vigourous head of black, unlike many balding or greying men of his age.
And now?
The haughty grey is pushing the black away, staging an intrusive invasion.
The thought of that the silver and grey will soon reign, was enough to bring me close to tears.
It was a slowpaced, but ultimately sweet Saturday, cos I had a brilliant company out of Dad.
***
He gave me a lift to the nearby neighbourhood to Alvin’s.
I sat at the void deck, waiting for Alvin and Denise’s return, and enjoyed the quiet buzz of the neighbourhood, in the slight breeze, dwelling in the lingering unspoken affections earlier on.
My thoughts ran to my dad, and mum.
And rarely, do I feel that I want to be near them.
That day, was one of the rarity.
I miss the feeling… of home.
Or perhaps, the concept of home.
I know, things would be different when I am place in the situation, where the constant bickerings would drive me up the wall once more.
Home, in my mind, is an ideal.
***
Alvin and Denise returned half an hour later, with their friend Eric in tow.
Mahjong session!
I joked that they always chose the right days, when I have barely enough rest and sleep prior to the game.
Eric was having a good hand throughout the night, and all 3 of us ended up pathetically broke after losing to him consistently.
A $17 damage was bestowed unto me at the end of the night.
It was fun though.
Had a break of McDonald’s, and I ate again. 2nd time for the day. Darn.
Alvin gave us a lift back home after the game, and it was already past midnight.
***
Weekend night. Feeling aimless.
Was supposed to meet up with Nick and Vamp for coffee, but Nick was last minute bugged by a tummyache, and it was just Vamp and me for the night.
Orchard Swensen’s. Where I gave in for a beef burger. Well done to my diet plans.
Spent the night stoning, chatting to Vamp, watching her SMS, and seriously, I can’t remember what we had talked about throughout the night.
Everything about that night was hazy.
I only remember how I had needed a walk, which means something was bugging my thoughts, which I now can’t remember what.
We eventually walked down the stretch of streets, to be greeted by the ongoing Subaru Impreza Challenge. Amusing, I say.
I am too old to endure through such physically demanding task, and was duly impressed by the energetic youths, at almost 5 in the morning.
And, I saw someone familiar. This guy who wore braces, and is slightly shorter than I am. Some guy, who asked for my number back in last year when I was clubbing with Eileen(who is now a mother of Rene! Gee! And yes Eileen, I remember this Sunday!). Of course, he didn’t recognise me.
As I walked away, I saw a girl who caught my eyes. Plain, but striking. I pointed her out to Vamp, and Vamp, I bet you didn’t expect that she and her boyfriend ended up as the winners.
I saw a sight which I was greatly disturbed.
What disturbed me more was my inability to react appropriately.
I saw someone pushing the bikes on the pavement down onto the floor.
As I was across the wide road, I didn’t do anything, but to stare at the guy. I had wanted to shout at him, or perhaps walk up to confront him. Stop him, call the police or somjething.
But I just embroiled in a staring match with him as Vamp said that there’s nothing much we could do anyway.
I abhor it when I give up doing something I ought to do.
And now, the guilt of not doing anything that night, haunts.
I shouldn’t have walked away, not doing anything.
We walked to a bus stop, where we continued our talk, about how families shaped us to who we are today, and how people would never see a side of us that is hidden, protected from the eyes of the public.
That night, we heard Unwell.
We heard Superman twice.
Interesting. Nice songs.
I was tired. Very.
I finally hopped on a cab, at 5.40am in the morning, though I had wanted to scrimp on the cab fare by waiting till 6. But my body was giving up on me.
The cab ride was interesting. I saw a BMW with its 4 wheels in the air as we passed by Holland Village.
***
Sunday. The 6th.
However, my fatigue did not help me with a good sleep.
I woke up just after a few hours, just unable to go back to sleep however I forced myself to.
I tell ya, it’s an extremely uncomfortable and unpleasant feeling.
I finally decided to head out.
Alone.
On a Sunday afternoon.
Town.
It had been a long while since I am out in town. Not to mention on a weekend.
I had almost forgotten how a Sunday crowd in town is like.
I was tired. Very tired. But had wanted to run some errands.
I left home, contemplating on wearing just a pair of shorts and a casual tee. Slippers. Glasses.
Eventually, I decided I shall not be an awkward sight in public on a Sunday.
I donned a loose top, and a flowy skirt, and reluctantly popped in my contact lens.
No eye shadow, no eyeliner, no mascara, no lipstick, but only a thin layer of powder to conceal the disgustingly flawed face, and a lick of lip balm to sooth the painfully chapped lips.
Rashes come with sleep deprivation.
Made a stop at City Hall to pick up a card which I had in mind for FF(welcome home, darling!).
Hardly stopped by any other shops except for MPH, before I strutted down to Funan IT Mall which is in the vicinity.
Oh, gotten something for SBB from there, and the ungrateful brat accused me of having perverted thoughts.
Which simply, isn’t true.
Tsk tsk. How perverted can IT gadgets be?!?!
Only perverted people would twist the pure intentions of innocent people. Innocent people like me, obviously.
I felt as if I floated through the day, with the occasional unstable footings causing a trip or two, possibly stemming from the unfulfilled rest.
Took a train down to Orchard, and made my way to Lido to Strip Co-ed, where I did some personal grooming.
Now, I have neatly plucked…. brows.
It was a nice day, warm but tame.
I exited from the building, looked around me, and enjoyed the cheery weekend sight, secretly envious of the shopping mass in twos, threes, or groups.
Can you believe it? I did not walk into any boutiques at all.
I think I am few of the rare women without the shopping genes in them.
Since I was in town, I dialed for a few girlies, and asked if they happen to be in town.
After 5 phone calls, Roumin responded positive, and I asked if she wanna meet up for a short drink. She agreed and said she and Ryan would walk over.
Cream Bistro at Pacific Plaza was the meet up location, and it was the first time ever, I met up with Roumin, not in a group.
I sat there, indulged in my book, as I sat next to the glass door, temporarily shelled away from the world.
Shortly after, the both of them turned up.
A group of youngsters full of vigor soon arrived and took one of the alfresco seats, right diagonally opposite to where we were.
As I caught with Roumin, asking about the recent up-tos of the girlies, I thought I saw 4 pairs of eyes looking in our direction from that table.
‘Your friends huh?’ I asked Roumin.
She took a peek and shook her head. In turn, she asked if they were my friends which I wasn’t able to recognise through the glass due to the reflections.
Feeling puzzled, I thought hard and tried to recall if I had forgotten the people I had met before. Were they some acquaintances whom I failed to remember?
I looked to the couple sitting to our far left, and thought they might be looking at them instead.
‘Or is it my hair looking weird and out of place? Is there something on my head?‘ I combed my fingers deep into my tresses, shuffling them consciously.
Roumin laughed and assured me it wasn’t the case.
They might be the couple’s friend, I thought.
Janise called in the midst of our conversation to ask for my bank account number, and as I was occupied with the phone call, the waitress made a small talk with Roumin.
Suddenly, Roumin mumbled something which I didn’t quite catch, as if saying she doesn’t think so in respond to the waitress’ question.
‘You don’t have an English name called Scarlett right?‘ she assumed.
I nearly shook my head since my concentration was on the phone. Then her question hit me. I stared at her with momentous disbelief, and wondered where did such a question come from.
‘Ah?!‘
I took a pause from the phone, and nodded a tad hesitantly.
‘Er.. yeah, I am,‘ I answered a tad sheepishly.
‘HUH? You are?!‘ she gave me a wide-eyed surprised look, and turned her head to look at the waitress.
I realised it was the waitress who asked. I blinked in amazement, as she pointed to the youths at the other table, saying that she thinks they are my friends or something.
At the same time, I was trying to thank the waitress, speak to Janise, deal with Roumin’s look of suspicion, and trying to catch the eyes of the youths to give a polite wave(actually I don’t know if I managed to do so).
‘Oh God,‘ I mumbled down the phone to Janise, ‘someone just asked if I am Scarlett‘.
She got what I mean immediately, and laughed.
I whined, ‘Gosh! NooOoooOoo! This couldn’t be happening! I didn’t have enough sleep. The horrors! Dark eye rings! No makeup! And I didn’t bother to suck in my tummy!‘.
The immediate reaction as I said that, I sat up straight and took a deep breath in.
As the phone call ended, Roumin grilled me when did I get such a cheesy name as ‘Scarlett’.
I had to explain it wasn’t my real name, but an online persona, just like how Wenmei is Pishako, if she does read Wenmei’s blog.
‘Oh! So you blog!‘
‘Um, yeah, I do.’
‘You posted your pictures on your site? How did people recognise you?‘
‘Yeah, I do. I don’t know how they did that either. Now this would be the scrutiny of how photogenic I am, how I am in fact flatter and fatter in real life, and how my bulging tummy is worse in real life. The dark eye rings.. Oh no… I am shy.‘
*Bites nails nervously* *Gulps in fear*
‘Scarlett… Scarlett… Scarlett…‘ she teased as I scrunched my face in return.
It was immense awkwardness. Conceivably stemming from the inadequacies I felt.
Should I say hi? Should I wave?
When Roumin and I stood up to head for the ladies, I turned to smile, but when they held my gaze, I immediately felt an utter sense of shyness and looked away with a bundle of nerves.
‘Gosh, darn, I am shy… Should I smile? Should I go over and say hi? So awkward.‘ I muttered to Roumin as I felt my face flushing up.
‘Scarlett.. Scarlett.. Scarlett! Wahahaha,’ she was amused as she repeated it. I cringed at the sound of it, too, oddly.
We sat around Cream Bistro until it was around 7 plus, and I made my way home.
Just as I was waiting for a cab, 2 familiar figures were waving at me.
It was Denise and Alvin!
They had kindly offered me a lift after their dinner, but since I was rushing home to catch MotoGP and do some chores, I opted for the more expensive alternative.
Back home, it was vacuuming, mopping, before I collapsed into the bed, a picture of fatigue.
SBB dropped by late, and we spent a good half of whatever that was left of the night, chatting.
I chuckled as he tried singing the Doraemon theme song with that babyish voice, which was rather cringe-worthy.
I was informed that some creep had posted my pictures on www.sggirls.com, the site that I had totally abhorred when it posted my pictures 4 years ago.
It was the precise reason why I had fiercely guarded my pictures’ privacy for the past years, without revealing my pictures, so they would not be put up to be subjected to condescending talks, and mean criticisms.
Obviously, the person has something against me, to be signing up a new account to post a couple of my pictures up, claiming that I am a social escort, and a slut, even getting my name wrong.
Sorry to disappoint whoever you are, but I am neither. Thank you.
And. It’s Joewei. Not Jowie.
I am tired. And yes, sometimes they do get me down, though I had very much wanted to deprive them of the joy of doing so.
Ah well. Cool.
***
The horrors.
Don’t ever keep your private blog’s address in your address bar.
Or else….. you would end up like me, scrambling to password lock some embarrassing entries, when someone you had been bitching about speaking fondly of found out about the site when he accidentally scroll down the URL address bar.
Or, begging him with pleading eyes not to read on.
Or, kicking yourself over your stupidity when you panicked and knocked over a finished can of A & W when he had wanted to check it out the site, signalling that you have something to hide.
Or…. oh well.
***
It was almost 9 plus in the morning when I finally succumbed to the sleepybug and fell asleep with a husky, deep snore.
For the first time, I…… I am not sure if you guys really want to know, but I decided you guys don’t need to know.
Interesting. Hurhurhur.
Anyway. Not that I am proud of my growls.
My Sunday ended, just like that. And Monday, started slightly more than an hour later.
I woke up an hour later, hugging my pillow and made my way to the hall, with my eyes closed, to find SBB on the phone.
As much as I tried to force myself to grab more rest, I was feeling too awake to do so.
Apparently, the one on the phone was unable to coax himself to sleep either.
It is interesting when you dig through your old belongings, and manage to find some of the gems you never thought existed.
I was like an amused kid when I sifted through my very messy store room for a helmet bag, and found my back protector and the shoulder guards for my jacket.
Now, where are my SPS gloves?!
Oh, and I am actually a proud owner of a deflated Umbro soccer ball.
Oh, and I am actually a proud owner of a pair of blades which I shall make good use of.
My eyes litted up with enthusiasm, as I gasped out loud in surprise whenever something surfaced from the piles of messiness, which prompted SBB to laugh at the silliness of the entire episode.
Grr….
He left slightly before noon, and I was unable to sleep on further, and my day was kickstarted into gear.
It was noon when Kenneth(yesh, my partner-in-crime for Cat’s wedding emcee-ing) messaged to say he was doing the accounts for my estate, and that he was in the area.
We met up for lunch, and since we were clueless where to go, we decided to go with his suggestion of IMM.
When we reached there, he told me his budget was 5 bucks.
I stared at him and rolled my eyes.
‘We could have settled for dinner at the coffee shop opposite my place!! Tell me where to get 5 bucks lunch at a mall?!’
We eventually bought some snacks from Old Chang Kee, before we made our way back to the coffee shop opposite my place for lunch.
Over lunch, I peeped at his blue IC, and grew immensely jealous.
Blue IC, signifying his permanent resident status in Singapore.
I ‘Aww’ when I saw that he was by right, a British citizen.
He was borned there, and yet had never lived there.
!!!!!!!!!
Unfair! Cheater.
As we spoke of London and Europe, I spoke of my desire to live there for some time before settling down in Singapore again.
It used to be something I resent, but now, I feel that I should give myself a chance to find out what is life like, overseas.
I used to be too homesick to enjoy my days away from home, yet I am now more than ready to embark on a life, totally different to what I have now.
Before long, his lunch break was over, and I bade him goodbye to return home, to the cool embrace of my air-conditioner.
Whee.
Until late noon, when I finally could grab a couple hours of nap.
Headed out late to meet up with Vamp for supper, since I had wanted to make my way down to FF’s.
FF was supposed to touch down around midnight, and I thought I would drop by her place to drop off her card, so it would be the first thing she would be greeted with when she reached home.
The original plan was to air-freight the CD over to her, but it was too late, and FedEX would be beyond our budget.
So, after alighting at Buona Vista MRT, I walked to her block, which I was approximately 800m from the station, stated by www.streetdirectory.com.sg.
It was a cool night, thank goodness.
I strolled the neighbourhood with my instinct, hoping I got the right way.
In fact, I did. I finally saw the block, and with Gavin’s help, I got the unit number correct, and knocked on the door for FF’s sister.
Passed her the CD and I embarked on another 25 minutes walk to Holland Village.
It was almost 11 pm when I finally reached to join Vamp and Dylan.
Was standing up to order my drinks when I saw a familiar face.
One that hasn’t changed since 8 years ago.
My face was littered with disbelief when he caught sight of me, confirming my uncertainty.
It was indeed him, Zhaosheng, my secondary school classmate in River Valley.
He was one of the 2 guys, besides Wenjie, whom I have yet to see ever since my graduation 8 years ago.
8 blardy long years.
How nostalgic.
That would mean when he last saw me, I had crew cut, and was a tom boy without a hint of feminity.
The height of my rebellion.
When I was pimplish.
Gosh gosh gosh.
I was really glad to see him after all these years.
As usual, we parted with the standard ‘hey, we must meet up for coffee one of these days!‘, which is often said, seldom executed.
***
It was after one plus in the morning when I saw a missed call from FF.
She had called to say that she finally saw the clip. Since she had helped us to buy discounted Guess jeans from the outlet mall, she asked if we wanna drop by to try on the size.
Why not, we thought.
We made a move to her place, and we were so glad to see her back to us again!
Glad you like the clip, darling.
Whee!
And sadly you mortals would not have the honour and privilege to gawk at the tear-jerking, award-worthy, heart-warming 6 and half minute video.
To protect the identities of those involved, darlings.
The jeans fit me just nice, and the darling even got me a pink tee from the outlet mall. Thanks sweets, that was brilliantly awesome of you.
***
We left Dylan to tame the hyperactive Jack Rusell, as he and FF’s sister bitched about the bitch(Rascal the bundle energy, that is).
***
The bitter, coffee-like flavour tingled my tastebuds I took a solid drag.
The burnt, sharp aroma tickled my nose as I watched the other 2 ladies spitting shapeless but visible veils of smoke.
There, in the kitchen, we stood. Staring into the darkness outside the window, blurring it out with each and every breath we exhaled.
Cigars, from the US of A.
Slim and dainty.
With a distinct delicious taste like some delicacy, as if it was a food, since we weren’t supposed to inhale it.
There, we caught up with the week.
With Ooohs and Aaahs from kinky revelations, disgusted Ewwws from astonishing revelations about my morning, shocked and wide-eyed bewilderness from each and single of our recent encounters, and cooing over how cool and loving her trip had been.
It was an impromptu but intimate girls’ night.
As we retreated into her room thereafter, I was lost in my thoughts, somehow.
And the poor FF suffered from a battery-scare. Muahahaha. But we all heaved a sigh of relief for her when the gadget buzz to life.
It was 3am, when we finally made our way out of her home, and I hopped on a cab, with SBB on the phone, till it was slightly after 4.
And sometimes, I wonder what I get myself into when I would unwittingly get myself into bets I know I would somehow lose.
But, no risks, no gains!
I might not necessarily lose, right?
Hurhurhur.
And, after that, I was still unable to sleep.
Arghhhhhh.
What’s wrong with me?!
Oh well.
***
Spent today trying hard to sleep, blog, and coping with the sickening nausea.
Until it was night time when dad bought me dinner at 11pm, after I had finished watching CSI: Miami, did I feel slightly better, but yet had an incredible urge to spew everything out.
SBB insisted that I am a weirdo when I went ‘bubububububu..‘ as I stretched lazily.
And then further justify that I am a weirdo cos I spoke to my air-conditioner before.
‘You are weird, you even speak to your air-con!‘
But, people do talk to the computer, handphone, and gadgets when they fail, don’t they? Things like, ‘Hey! Don’t give up on me! Come on! Work!‘, eh?
‘No! Am not! Hello? Everyone does that! So what if I talk to my conditioner?‘
‘Oops. Air-conditioner.‘
‘Gee, you are indeed a weirdo! You speak to your shampoo too, don’t you?!’
Grrr….
Don’t get me started on YOUR ‘august’ joke, SBB. By the way, you do have a shampoo/conditioner joke somewhere, too.
I am not a weirdo. *Sulks*
Sometimes, maybe.
When I had excitedly furnishing him with the details of my recent CS game, I could almost hear him shaking his head indignantly, as he mocked, ‘You suck at CS, which doesn’t come as a surprise.‘.
I am just a beginner, alright? Hmphf.
And he assumed firmly that I must have been the butt of all jokes.
‘It’s not that bad right?‘
‘It sounds that bad.’
Duh.
But darn, he was right.
***
It is nearing 3 now, and I am facing the irritation of feeling extremely exhausted, yet my eyes refuse to shut.
My brain is going into overdrive, though.
***
Oh, today’s date is one of those days that used to mean something to me.
I am glad it no longer does, cos it would mean that my finances would free up.
I need a trip.
I want to go Europe, badly.
I walked across an empty land
I knew the pathway like the back of my hand
I felt the earth beneath my feet
Sat by the river and it made me complete
Oh simple thing where have you gone
I’m getting old and I need something to rely on
So tell me when you’re gonna let me in
I’m getting tired and I need somewhere to begin
And if you have a minute why don’t we go
Talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything
So why don’t we go
Somewhere only we know?
***
Take care babe, I just hope for your happiness and well-being.
