Compulsive gambler Gaming addict Mahjong queen Battlefield 2 doofus Paedophile Drama Queen.

Hohoho.

Before I go on with what had happened for the past 2 days(too much goings-on in my head), I am soooooooo thrilled to be sharing a piece of good(?) news with the whole wide world.

Eons ago, I wept, sobbed, wailed over the fact that I could no longer fit into my pair of jeans, and I had to purchase a new one to replace that.

And it has been 11 months since I could last get my thighs into the pair of jeans.

I could only stare at it morosely everytime I had to sift through the pile of clothes for something to wear, and was fearful that I might have to abandon it for good.

After having only 2 proper meals(alright, fine, 3, inclusive of today’s) in the entire year of the pup, it proved to be a wise decision.

No no, I do not mean that such insensible diet is a wise choice, but I guess I am indeed getting a tad too self conscious after the constant ‘What happened to you??’s.

I tried to squeeze myself into my pair of super super low Levi’s, and it could actually contain my thighs!

*Gasp in amazement*

I pushed my luck further, and could button one button.

Damn. The last button on the hip proved to be the stubborn one as I had to jump into my bed, rolled around 36435474 times, before I was sweating like I had just finished some hot, lusty sex, and it still refused to go through the.. er.. hole.

I meant, button hole.

I breathed in as hard as I could, clenched my but muscles, and forced the button in with a shove.

Wooohoooooooooooooooooo.

I strutted out the front door with my old pair of jeans in my brown pair of heels, almost shedding tears of joy.

***

I had intended to reach town early to get myself a belt, or maybe a skirt.

I needed something to wear, but decided that I would wear something old for tomorrow(later today to be exact), if I can fit into anything, that is.

To my absolute horror, Orchard was a big, freaking mess.

I was overly intimidated by the massive crowd, and couldn’t wait to get out of the tunnels for some fresh air.

Bad move.

By the time I gotten to ground level, there was an even greater crowd filling the sides of the streets.

Blardy hell.

Nobody informed me it was the Chingay thingy going on.

I pierced through the overwhelming crowd, sweating, and started to get the usual slight claustrophobia.

I decided to give shopping a big miss, and just wanted to get to the other side of Orchard, where I was supposed to meet up with the guys.

I turned to realise how it was impossible to go against the flow of human traffic, and I might as well walk to the next MRT station.

Bad move.

By then, my feet sustained 2 blisters, and I was starting to limp.

And I was referred to another route, and had to walk one big round just because I couldn’t cross the road due to the freaking parade.

Fine.

I took a train, ONE stop, to Dhoby Ghaut, and it was yet another walk to Park lane, and it took me more than half an hour to get there.

Blardy hell.

If I had known earlier, I might as well stop at Dhoby Ghaut much earlier instead of wasting a trip to the midst of Orchard.

***

Messaged the others. VampTreSS would be late, and others were on their way. Brian was there early cos he had met his friends for coffee and was already at the gaming place, so we decided to pit against each other whilst waiting for the others to arrive, as a bet.

CounterStrike. One to one.

First to 13 kills.

When the others arrived, I was a picture of panic, hysteria as I was killed multiple times in the fast-pacing game.

But what was more irritating was the smirk on his face, in his tone, oozing from every pore of his as he slaughtered me, again and again.

No prizes for guessing the eventual loser.

But! I killed him 5 times! Which wasn’t too bad, isn’t it?

His aim is to kill me 13 times straight the next time round.

Bleah.

Play Counterstrike so scary.

***

As the guys were taking a smoke break, I headed to Subway for cookies! Double choccy, Choccy chips, and Oatmeal & Raisin.

So sinful.

Just as I was happily munching, I bumped into Jay.

He had just finished prayer service that evening.

Uhm yeah, Jay chanced upon my site once, and is from my church.

He then pointed out how he hadn’t seen me at church for quite a while, and you could expect which direction the conversation went.

He invited me to the youth service on Saturday(today), and I agreed readily cos I thought I didn’t have anything on.

It was later in the night, I know it is too suspiciously coincidental for me to be speaking of, that I recalled that I have an appointment with the estate agent at 4.30pm today, which was already planned but slipped my mind.

Oops.

Sounds like a lame reason, isn’t it?

But! It’s true… and if I want to think of a great excuse, I am sure I am capable of something better than that hehehehe.

***

I was getting the hang of Battlefield this time round cos it was played amongst our own people.

And it is bad, cos it reignited my cravings for more gaming sessions…… to brush up my skills.

***

It was 10pm when I finally left the group of guys.

I had agreed to a game of mahjong, primarily because I thought of how transport might be a problem if I gamed till too late.

Brilliant move.

I took a train, and tormented my toes further as I limped from Jurong East MRT towards Alvin’s estate.

***

I stalked a 17 year-old on the train.

*Gasp*

I am becoming a paedophile!

Oh no! Parents! Lock your sons at home.

It was as if he was so spooked by me that he might end up jumping into the tracks just to avoid me.

I was supposed to get off at Jurong East, but stopped at Lakeside for this guy, who is from Hwachong Junior College(boy, don’t be so scared by me okay? I relief-taught in your school eons ago too!).

I had noticed his sharp nose.

He is in fact, rather nerdy. With army-style hair, a brandless heavy bag that seemed too harsh on his skinny frame, pretty tall, a casio digital watch, and a water bottle in hand.

But I noticed his very sharp features, and had wanted to recruit him as a talent for future projects, or photography purposes(I would love to take pictures of him). I really thought he had the potential and I think I will enjoy sculpting those unpolished gems rather than the usual cool dudes, hot chicks you see on the road.

So, VampTreSS encouraged me to make my move over the phone, and I thought I really do think if given a makeover, he could look like the Edison Chen sort.

I am usually too shy to approach strangers, you see.

But I did it anyway.

I approached him and his friend and they must be thinking I am some sort of swindler, or something.

Eventually, they scurried away and I was afraid they might just jump into the tracks, or rather, push the monster into the tracks as a reflex reaction from fear.

Am I that scary?

Gr…………

***

Mahjong was rather fun with Alvin, Denise, Bernard and Francis.

It was a brilliant move not only because I saved the cab fare from town, also because I was 60 bucks richer at the end of the night.

***

At the end of the night, it was only Alvin, Denise, Bernard and me.

It was 5 plus, close to 6 when we finally called it a day.

Gee.

***

Bernard had offered to drop me off at my place by cab but he was staying in the opposite direction and I declined his kind offer.

I then decided to walk home in my pair of horrendous heels, and he actually escorted(muahaha, now I have a personal escort huh) me all the way.

I was almost limping and he offered to piggy-back me.

If I am 5 kg lighter, I would have taken up the offer.

Muahahahaha.

***

Eventually, it got to me a bit too much, and I stripped my heels off my feet, and walked the rest of the way barefooted.

Vanity has its price.

Ugly feet with bubbly blisters, is it.

***

We stopped by at the carpark for some fags before we sat down to chat.

It was quite a long, interesting chat.

Eventually, I realised he was actually my senior!

We were from the same secondary school.

What a difference eh?

One ended up as some polytechnic’s youngest lecturer(with lotsa blinded teenage chicks swooning over him, for reasons we know not why), but had quit his job to pursue other dreams.

One is still aimless and a total waste of resources.

Hurhur.

But we shared the same passion for resenting the rigid River Valley High, which was crumbled by Tham Tuck Meng’s incapablilities.

Eventually, it was close to 7, and I suggested breakfast.

Made a quick trip home to change and get into something more comfortable(and rid of the darn heels and the pair of jeans that was almost suffocating me!) before we made our way to the nearby coffeeshop for breakfast.

All the oily, fattening food.

I couldn’t eat much and was reluctant to eat.

He was literally force-feeding me at the end of it by stuffing food into my mouth.

That basket had the audacity to make fun of my bulging tummy. Of course, he could, cos he is a sportsman or something.

Well done.

He’s a rather nice and caring chap.

***

Was walking back home when I finally saw my dad for the first time since New Year’s eve!

@#^&!#@%@!&#!@%#^!@%

My dad, you know?!

And he was going off after leaving 11 ang pows, 10 x RM10, 1 x S$20, for me on the table. Mum had collected them when she was back in Malaysia for visiting.

If I hadn’t got back in time to see him walking towards his car at the carpark, I wouldn’t see him until tomorrow!

So, I am 60 dollars richer.

Darn. Do I have to make this post a monetarily-measured one?

***

By the time I got back around 8 plus, I showered, dried the mess of hair, surfed, read, caught up with the news, and it was almost 11 am when I was finally succumbing to the sleepy bug.

But what the hell, it was 1 pm when I was roused from my sleep.

I am not sure what I dreamt of, or what was in the dream, but it sure did some silly things to me.

I couldn’t get back to sleep, and in the midst of my delirium….

Oh well.

Just as I was relaxing, the phone rang and I didn’t pick up the phone.

It was when my handphone beeped, did I realise it was SBB calling, which of course, yet another apt timing.

Hurhurhur.

***

Why you never pick up my call? Hor! I know, cos you know it’s me calling then you don’t want to pick up right?

Duh. Himbo. If that’s the case, I wouldn’t pick up the phone with your name flashing right?

I stated my reason for my hesitancy in picking up the phone.

No wonder you sounded so ‘teyh’ when you picked up the phone.

-smirk-

***

The phone call went on for 3 and half hours.

As much as I was trying to sound chirpy, I was in a relatively reflective mood.

Not un-because of what was being said, mentioned during the conversation.

I might have read too much into things, but then again, it perhaps just triggered a train of thoughts that was dormant all this while.

***

Sweetie, don’t you regret whatever that had happened between us?

Okay lah.

Hmm.. what you mean by okay lah?

Okay lor.

What is okay lor.

Okay lah.

What is okay lah?

This went on for almost ten times, before…

I pressed further.

Okay lah means yes right? It has gotta be a slight bit of yes in it.

Hm.. yah.. kinda.

Why the regret then?

I never thought things will turn out this way

Never did I either, I sighed silently within as I listened.

It is just… weird.

Ditto.

I never had wanted things to head down this path, either.

That was perhaps, why my regrets had set in far earlier in the initial stage.

I am sorry, truly am.

***

Do you think I am being very hypocritical?

Okay lah.

Uh huh.

Not really.

A consolation? Perhaps.

***

We webcam-ed for a little while, chatted on stuff that was less solemn.

And it was 5.30pm, after the irritating estate agent had brought a couple of people to view the house, and after SBB had gotten off the phone, before I finally dozed off yet again.

***

It was 10 past 10 when I finally woke up.

And that is why I am still blogging, and contemplating of doing some housekeeping, at 6.01am in the morning.

A call came in right when I had just briefly opened my eyes in the dark.

Mahjong session yet again!

Gosh.

The compulsive gambler is back.

I agreed readily and Alvin and Denise had picked me up earlier to go for some food, first.

I kinda regretted eating so late into the night, though.

It was 11 plus when we met up with 2 other hobbits, Francis and Bernard for 2 games of mahjong.

Hurhurhur.

We ended around half past 4, before Francis gave me a lift back.

I was 80 bucks richer by the end of the night(it should be 84, but I passed on 4 chips to Bern).

When I said I have extreme lucks, I wasn’t kidding.

I either win lots, or lose lots, never breaking even.

I did not touch a single stick of fag. Well done.

***

When the guys were taking a rest, I was lying on my folded arms on the table.

I was listening to the radio, and felt the surge of PMS attacking me.

I sat up to find my arm moist, and my vision blurred.

I was tearing(no, not crying) for blardy who-knows-what reason.

And the blurry vision set in for more than twice this night, when the other 2 guys had endless fun jibing me as I was darn cheery and chirpy, like I always do, when I have more things to hide.

***

The classic case of mahjong booboo happened.

I was drawing tiles for the ‘flowers’ after Bernard had drawn his tiles.

He then chided me for drawing it before he did, and was going on too fast when it should be his turn.

I was pretty lost, and was pretty puzzled, cos I did it after he had gotten his tiles, no?

It was then, as we played on, and I spotted his extra tiles.

We should normally have 13, but he had 15!

Apparently, he had forgotten he had taken the 2 tiles before I did, and had replenished his tiles again!

So I was scolded for nothing, and he did the silly thing of drawing more tiles than he needed, and thus, could not win the game at all.

Muahahaha.

He had wrongfully accused me when it was his own silliness from the start.

That hand ended with Alvin getting his own winning tile, and Bern had to pay for all the loss.

Yay.

***

I should be retiring eh?

But I still am so darn hyperactive.

Should I scrub the tub or vacuum the floor?

Good night, people.

Sogni d’oro.