Angry!!!

What the hell is wrong?

My previous post was ate up by blogger after I had published my newest post?!

Initially, some people couldn’t leave a comment for the short post.

Now, it is totally missing!

How could such thing happen?!

Fortunately, I had another browser opened, which is of my blog main, with it as my first post.

I shall now, repost it.

***

This is a long-delayed post.

But it was nothing like a complicated affair, but I am glad to say, on such a commercialised day, I spent it leisurely with a few people I truly adore.

Drinks! Roses! Old friend! New friends! Man! Partner! Battlefield! Dinner and -cough- candlelight. Hotel! Nice view!

Though, er, not exactly what you would have thought.

I managed to avoid most of the lovey-doveying couples, and had only seen girls walking solo on the streets with bouquets in their hands.

Had scurried to town after helping a friend out with a writeup, and was slightly late for my arranged 7.30pm date.

They had chosen Seah Street Deli at Raffles Hotel, and I was totally excited over the fact that I was finally going to Raffles Hotel for the first time(Check!)!

Yay!

It wasn’t a glamourous restaurant, but who needs one when we weren’t there for Valentine’s dinner? Hmphf.

We even had candle on our table(Check!), though it fizzled out after we had slightly raved about it.

Feeling totally indignant about it, we insisted the waiter to ‘relight my fire’, stating how important its role is to fulfil our candle-litted dinner(Check!).

Muahahahaha!

The sandwich was enormous, but totally delicious!

They had misunderstood my Philly cheese steak to be cheese stick initially and I had waited slightly longer for my cheese steak, which wasn’t a disappointment at all.

Yummy.

And I had dates in the brilliant forms of Renee and Weiyang(Man! Check!).

I love hanging out with them, because I was totally at ease with who they are, and I don’t have the Where-do-you-see-yourself-5-years-down-the-road kinda conversations.

And they are both faggies. Yeay. With one smoking lights. Whee!

For some reasons, I was totally anaemic that day, and the day after, and was feeling sickly.

We adjourned to Loof(or Roof), which is a nice alfresco place nearby, cosy and sweet.

Check out the mesmerising nightview from where we were sipping drinks and having nostalgic conversations(Nightview - Check! Drinks - Check!).

I was surprised to bump into Terry, the guy who had coached us Wakeboarding, as well as the ex-manager of Attica. Apparently, he is now the proud owner of the exquisite little hideout which is a really brilliant place to be.

Do give it a visit and it is nice chill out there, without booming loud music that would potentially drown out dishy conversations like the ones we had.

They even gave us ladies flowers(check!)! Though Weiyang had complained that he felt a little left out.

Having conversations with them was a breeze, and we even bitched, just a little, about our ex-classmates, and perhaps, lamented a little on the cheesy conversations we were put through the previous gathering.

It was darn funny when we spoke of how our memories stayed with our prepubescent times, and when we had spoke of a couple who had gotten together in secondary school, who were our classmates, we had cringed at that piece of information.

Though, I should admit I had even more cringe-worthy sentiments to share, which had caused Renee to flee from my side as I admitted my little crush on one of our ex-classmates, and the developments in the past year.

It was laughter-filled, though I am not sure if I had scared them away for good.

Some ghosts are better not let out of the closets.

Like the pale one below, with Weiyang.

And the one with vampire-liked eyes with Renee:

***

It was half past midnight when we finally called it a night.

I told them I would be staying out alone till a little later.

I had wanted to walk to the nearby Peninsula Plaza to play Battlefield on my own, until I called up VampTreSS to join me.

She had reached Prinsep Street near Parklane(an MRT away from where I was) and was playing game with Roy, with Brian joining her soon.

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

They had not informed me.

Apparently, I called her just as she was calling me.

Though as much as I had thought of ‘joining’ her from Peninsula, I thought I might as well sashay down the dark roads past midnight, enjoying the companionship of the nice, bright, rounded moon as I strolled.

I past by Carlton Hotel, which brought back a tiny fragment of a past memory.

An air-steward was alighting from the coach as he stood there momentarily with his gaze following me.

I turned, just a little, gave a little wry smile as I held his gaze, before my mind started questioning how my anaemia was probably pretty scary to him.

Cute, very delicious man, he was.

Darn.

I should remind myself to pile on the blusher the next time round.

***

Reached there and joined VampTreSS in the game of Battlefield 2.

Woohoo!

I did well! Yay! I was slowly getting used to the night map.

And VampTreSS was asking why did I look so ghostly pale.

Darn.

Brian joined us in slightly a while, and we teamed up to have a pretty fun game till it was 3am, when the guys left for home.

***

I was feeling slightly hungry, and had met up with SBB for supper at Kopitiam after the rest had left, though I had not expected to meet up with him.

***

He strutted over and had neverminded the other eyes around as he gave a cheeky wet smooch after snaking his arms round me.

As I walked towards a seat, I hooked my finger to motioned him over, and stood up to grabbed him into my grasps for an embrace.

I had took a drag from the cigarette as he came near, and breathed a ghost of processed smoke into him as we locked lips.

He playfully sat on my lap, straddling, facing me, before he leaned down for another smooch as we made the kinky display in public.

All the while, his friend with him, had eyes which rolled incessantly.

***

His fingers teased mine as I struggled to shake off his fingers which were tightened against mine after a comment.

Hmphffffffffffffffffffffffffff.

I gave him a vicious stare, jokingly shoving him, ‘Go awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.’

He leaned over to appease me with the usual sweetened, ‘Aww…’ before tightening his grasp further, and planting cheeky smooches on my cheek, lips and hand to sooth as I pinch his chin, giving scrunching noses and exaggerated pouts.

Guys, do take notes. This works pretty well.

SBBF was there.

It was nice seeing him, and SBBF and me had teamed up to make fun of a friend of his.

SBBF commented I am quick-witted! Yay! Hahaha, I mean, who in the world had commented me being quick-witted after they had the misconception of me being a bimbo?!

We had stayed all the way till pretty late. Like, morning? 6am.

And yay! I was almost like a leech on a Valentine’s Day *embarrassed*.

I took train.

Renee picked the tab for dinner.

Weiyang for the drinks.

Less than 4 bucks for gaming.

He had sent me home at 6am in the morning.

And nope, nobody had mentioned nor wished the other.

***

I had blogged the above at 7.50, possibly had ended it if not for Dad who woke up, and brought me out for breakfast.

We had a hearty chat, and I had spoke of this friend who had retired, who was the vice president of Hitachi, and how he had given me a very positive point of view because of the great wisdom and humility he displayed despite of his status.

Which, I am obviously, utterly grateful of.

I had learnt a lot, really.

And it was the blessing, that came out of the 3 weeks of tormenting stint at the restaurant I used to work at.

Dad spoke of many things, and mentioned things he never once did.

Sibling rivalry in the past with his own brother.

Or even, how gossips between women could be absolutely disastrous.

He mentioned, the mother of my sisters often in the conversation, possibly the most he ever did.

I listened, as he related a part of his life, I had never knew.

Apparently, they have been estranged for 20 years, if the silent calculation within me didn’t go wrong.

***

I have gotten my first birthday present, despite it being… long away.

No, it isn’t a spanking new set of computer.

I didn’t want to ask him for it or bring it up at all though much of my friends had thought it would be a good time to ask for one, since my hatch day is round the corner.

But.. somehow, I just didn’t want to. Unless, of course, the opportunity arises.

Oh, speaking of computer, I should be so glad that I went out for breakfast.

And no, I didn’t did my daddy’s little girl stint to get my way.

You see, he set himself up for the entire episode.

As we were walking to the car, I asked if there’s anything I could help with his work to relieve his workload.

He had suggested that I could go to sites with him, and perhaps, just to look around.

Uhm, I seriously don’t think I could do anything much except to make an awkward presence at construction sites to distract his workers, blocking their ways and such. Muahahahaha.

So, he suggested I could help with the computer work at his office, AND THEN….

…. He suddenly mentioned how he needed to purchase new computers for his office, and his clan.

So, all in all, he needed 3 sets of new computer, cos they are slow and old.

I mentioned mine has been around for 5 years, and I don’t deny it is part of my evil little ploy.

I asked how much he would expect to spend on his office’s computers, and he said he needed new softwares, new printers, new monitors, and change one set of the 2 computers, perhaps for, say, 5000.

I was………………….

And 3000, with Chinese software, for the clan one.

I was………………….

Why not give me the 8000, and I scout for you something cheap and reallllllll top of the range, fast and efficient, at a better deal?

And then I throw in one new one for myself since mine is, ahem, old and cranky.

He didn’t object to it, and asked me to help him to scout if I can instead.

OH MY GOD.

I could hardly breathe.

Battlefield 2 Special Forces, wait for me.

I promise I will bring you home, real soon.

There is really hope between you and me, CorporalSoon-to-be-Sergeant ScarlettTing, you know?

We are so meant to be together.

***

Sometimes, really be careful what you wish for.

I had been praying hard for a new desktop yet I did not want to be asking for it.

Seems like my prayers did work a little.

Now, now……

Anyone can give me the best quote for computers?

Darn. I wish I know more.

***

Oh I got too carried away with my nice little recap.

I almost forgot about my birthday present.

Some days ago, over supper, Dad asked if I had worn my watch the other day, and had anyone queried me about it over the dinner.

I replied no one did, since duh, why would I flaunt it to invite gossips.

Then I joked it wasn’t sparkly enough.

He replied, ‘Yeah.. it is not what Philippe, or something.‘

Yah man, not Philippe Patek… speaking of which, ahem, you have 3 weeks to get it for me, if you really want.

Oh yah, March soon huh.

Tsk. You so asked for it. At some apt timing some more.

***

Today, he joked, ‘Oh, I know what I should get for your birthday already.‘

It is yet, gee, another necklace.

I wish I could sound half-enthusiastic, but it is the THIRD GOLD necklace I have received from him.

Once when I was 20, once I was 21, and uhm, yup, 25th.

Gold, you know?

It is no surprise that, I never had worn any of those for the past 2 years.

I have decided that I will wear mine this year, just for the sake of doing it.

Uhm, it is how I will carry it off, yuh?

I think I am one of those girls who are not happy with diamonds.

The one I had gotten when I was 20 had diamonds on it, yet I didn’t wear it.

The one I had gotten when I was 21st, was the shape of a key, and I thought it was significant for the ‘traditional’ meaning behind it.

Now?

Well, let’s just say I am no qualms about wearing a ‘fake’ stone round my neck.

Dad, the one who asked for a big one, wasn’t me.

Did you remember wrongly, or something?

To a brilliant mahjong mate, spontaneous friend, and a boisterous babe with infectious laughter.

It was odd how our friendship first started, but you were one of the firsts who had triggered a whole new social circle for me, enriching my life with those intelligent mahjong games, and had sat through, as well as partook in, the countless ‘concerts’ held at various karaoke joints.

Happy 22nd birthday.

Thanks for making me fat with the 2nd cake I gobbled down within 24 hours, in a span less than 24 hours.

May you be truly happy everyday.

With lotsa blessings, happiness and peace.

And the understanding you so yearn for.

***

As I dozed off with the television still on at 6.30am, I didn’t know exactly how tired and bushed I was.

I almost found sleeping on for another couple of hours enticing, when I had woken up at 6.30 in the evening.

Round the clock.

Whee.

***

What’s with the sudden thunderstorm these days.

12 hours of sleep wasn’t exactly peaceful when I was jolted awake in the midst of my blissful sleep in the late afternoon.

A series of mother of all thunders bolted me awake, and yes, as embarrassing as it may sound, I screamt in my sleep.

I don’t even find it funny.

I covered my ears with my hands, and buried my head deep under the duvet and pillow.

Didn’t quite help.

I was almost crying with the percussions, until when they finally had enough fun and distanced away to intimidate others in other parts of Singapore.

I could hear the deep, hoarse rumbles, becoming more shallow, before I allowed myself the peace to drift off, yet again.

I wonder if it was mocked security.

And fortunately, they didn’t come back to haunt me, unlike yesterday.

***

I met up with them around 7.30pm at Alvin’s place, before he drove us down to Chinatown.

Had a fabulously filling and sinful dinner, got traumatised by a couple of loonies in the area.

We nearly choked on our drinks when Eric let known how he would be handicapped by language ability when he is in some social situations.

Like, when he was trying to impress some chick in Sentosa, he saw one of those birdies running around on the sandy beach.

What do you call those?

Peacocks?

Woo yeah.

Guess what?

He told the girl, with a genuine belief that, it was an ostrich.

Arghhhhh. Himbo on the loose.

***

I had wanted to shop around for a little while, whilst Alvin and Denise went away to look for an ATM.

Before we went away, Alvin came up to us to ask us to inform him if we do see a cake shop.

We abandoned the random shopping plans, and left for Chinatown Point, where it was more likely to have a cake shop.

Whee! Swenson’s in sight! Woohoo.

Then it struck me.

I only had 2 bucks with me that very day when I left home.

I turned to Eric, and he had barely enough.

Two people who doesn’t utilise bank accounts, meant that we were praying for the costs to be below what he had.

As we went into the eatery, we finally saw one that I liked, and it fitted our budget.

$XX.45, the manager said.

Eric dug out 4 bucks, and I was slightly worried that he had misheard it as $X4.50.

Eh, 45 cents, you know?

Yeah, yeah, I know, I have 50 cents.

So I thought, he had dug out the 4 bucks to dig out the coins from his pocket.

Eh, it is 45 cents, I repeated again, not sure if he had understood me the first time round.

Yes yes! I know. Wait.

Then why you took out 4 bucks?

No replies as he was too engross with his task.

As he handed the 4 bucks and 50 cents to the manager, he pushed the 4bucks back to him and I went, ‘Oi! I told you so many times it was 45 cents!!!‘

He looked slightly perturbed, before he got what it meant. ‘Oh I thought it was $4.50!‘

You thought? And I repeated myself so many times warning you!

I laughed, before I turned to the manager who was watching us bickering, ‘You know this guy went Sentosa, he saw a peacock and he called it an ostrich.‘

Manager tried hard to stifle his laughters, before he let out an audible chuckle.

Being my friend is so nice, isn’t it?

***

We went up and managed to hide the cake before Denise saw it.

It was 11.45pm when I left the room to get the nice K-ster staff to get the cake ready.

It was 11.55pm when SBB called as I went out of the room to get the cake with Alvin.

***

I filled him in with the details to the interesting night at Ministry of Sound the night before.

Out of nowhere…

I am going to take you the next time the moment I see you, as and when you are, in whatever you are wearing.

I dare you, wimp.

***

At 12 midnight, the cake was in Alvin’s hand.

The birthday girl with a bright grin on her face, and the very delicious ice-cream cake.

With her loving beau.

With Mr Pea-cock(pun fully intended. not that I know). Uhm, I meant, Mr Ostrich.

Next time if I know there is a photo-taking session, I swear I would be courteous enough to pile on some makeup.

Yes, SBB was on hold on the phone as it was taken. Heh.

It was a simple, yet warm and fuzzy affair.

***

As we had to wrap the night up, we had to go down to find a friend in aid, before we could rush Denise home.

***

Seriously, I felt immense injustice when I had heard the episode.

I am not going to quote friend’s name because I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable with this.

Let’s just say he was a dejected man sitting on the steps near the taxistand of Riverwalk when we stopped by the roadside and located him.

The story itself was a typical girl-ignored-boyfriend’s call.

Apparently, on Wednesday, she had slagged him off and was unhappy over his unemployment.

Today, she didn’t call him, and he called her, but was ignored.

He was worried and went to look for her at her place.

He saw a guy with her.

He drove off with her in his car.

He followed them in the car.

It was presumably his place. They went up.

He called her again.

She didn’t answer.

Until finally, the guy answered it on her behalf.

‘I was an ex-police officer, please stop harrassing her.’

Who are you to talk to me this way? Friend asked.

From today forth, I am her boyfriend.

Blarblarblar.

I was an ex-officer, I know the code of conduct well, you better not do anything, I tell you.

So, what’s the big freaking deal?

This pissed me off the most, but for his sake, I decided not to show.

I was an ex-police officer, but I am a pilot now. You know how girls find it irresistable. Who are you now?

Wah… Angry ah! I tell you.

Freaking bugger ought to be shot.

***

We got him into the car and drove back to the west.

Seeing him tearing made me emotional as well.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee.. I dread seeing guys tear.

We adjourned to my place for some small talks, and a pending mahjong session to divert his attention off the entire saga.

He was quiet, with was understandable.

Dad came home to find 3 guys smoking in the hall, with me scarlet from a sip of alcohol. The stupid Eric had taken off his shirt and I was sniggering when he was totally awkward with the sudden appearance of Dad.

Though I had started to lit up a stick, I ran into the room to hide the lighter and ciggie away.

Dad retreated into his room and we were left alone again.

As Alvin and Denise were on the phone, I wasn’t sure if it was the lack of distraction, I saw him tearing again.

As I took a drag from the cigarette in my room as we waited, I am not sure if it was what VampTreSS had commented, that people’s emotions grow on me.

Bleah. I teared, too.

I think Eric was quite taken aback, not sure what to say.

Though I am sure he should have told us again how he had mistook peacock for ostrich to lessen the gloom.

***

It was 4 plus when they finally called it a day and ended the day which I thought I would be spending alone at home, like I did on Wednesday(to sleep off the late Valentine’s Day I had stayed up till 11 am on Wednesday to blog about my cousin) after waking up at 5.20pm.

Only 6 hours. *Yawns*

My Wednesday was filled with a couple of episodes of CSI, though I was incredibly tempted to go for Battlefield, despite having spent my Valentine’s Day battling too.

Eventually, I stayed home, and let the fatigue get to me, napped for an hour from 1 to 2, before I woke up to watch reruns of CSI till 4am.

Warped sleeping pattern!

SBB called at 5 plus, before I finally slept at close to 6 plus.

I was incredibly tired when I woke up 9 hours later, not sure why.

But I am sure I know why I am still so awake at 6.50am in the morning as I conclude this post.

Cos, I woke up at 6.30pm, bleah.