For some odd reasons I couldn’t quite explain, I feel a tad weird today.

You know how I could always manage doing things all my myself, like, lunch by myself, watch a movie by myself, shop by myself and et cetera?

Strangely, I don’t want, and have great resentment having lunch all by myself today.

Yes, I don’t normally eat lunch, but I desperately want to lunch today. Yes, I don’t normally have lunch with people, yet I yearn for a lunch partner today.

The weird thing is, I don’t mind shopping alone, gaming alone, roaming alone on the streets thereafter, before Italian class beckons in the evening.

I guess that is what sleeping at 5am(which is early on my part, after seeing the only goal from Arsenal in that unexciting match with Real Madrid. Boo!), and kickstarting the day at 9am, can do to me.

I should be sleeping at 12pm, and waking up at 8pm. That seems to be more ‘me’.

Oh well.

I shall head out, and let’s hope I won’t stay out like the last time I did on Monday.

So I could catch up a little with CSI’s latest season, and the repeat telecast of American Idol later in the night too since I would be out till at least 10pm. If I could last till THAT late with waking hours starting from 9-blardy-am.

I must make a mental note to bring my phone out.

And oh yes, I must try pysching myself up, so I would not be lazy to head home to Malaysia tomorrow for a short dinner(What about YY who wanted to do dinner, ZY who wanted to do dinner, and BY who wanted to do dinner?! All had wanted to do dinner this week. Oops!).

I really should do so. It’s her birthday.

What can I say? It is really an odd day.

But not as odd as what this man had drafted out for his wife, as a marriage contract.

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0217062contract1.html

Stupid Dexter had unsuccessfully convinced me to memorise and practise it cos that’s what every woman should be. *SNEER!*

And GeekGeek, I would gladly be your informant before I jinx any of such ‘economical’ places, though your ‘Dear Ting..’ message had came as a rather disappointing.

Afterall, I had appealed for videos, you know?

That aside.

But I am immensely impressed, and admired you for your sense of justice. And yes, we lack so many of such righteous people in the society to make things right.

Ahem. We are talking about intellectual property here, you know?

You are the best person, I reckon, to be advocating about such. Like you, I support everything original, and such.

Here’s the trade. So, send me some darn original videos, and I will scout throughout the island for a list of ‘economical’ hangouts for ya.

Deal?

… When in a span of a week:

A friend shows you a wedding picture of his ex-girlfriend, and you realise it was the exact same picture a friend had shown you of her ex-boyfriend.

Gosh. Their exes are married to each other now.

Then.

A blog reader sends you a picture of his friend’s ex-girlfriend, and asks if it is the same girl you posed on a picture with on your blog.

Then.

A friend is over at your place lounging in front of the monitor, and you show him the pictures of Janise’s party, and he exclaims, ‘EH! Is this guy John?!’

Yup, indeed it was John, who works at Ministry of Sound, I confirmed.

‘He was my ex-schoolmate!’

Oh well.

So small the world.

Then.

A new friend who happens to find out about your blog, adds you to his favourite list, and then realised that he already has you in it all along, after someone had passed him the links some time back.

Then.

I am now waiting for people to start emailing me such:

Dear Ting,

I have been reading your blog. You know the XXX whose pictures you have posted? You blogged that he/she is the friend you partied/played mahjong/gamed/dined/dated/went out with.

I recognised him/her from your blog and fond memories flooded up!

I have a steamy, raunchy, kinky sex video of the 2 of us cos he/she was one of the guys/girls I slept with.

Would you like to have a look?

Your ardent reader,
Sexy

If the day does come, please add in some moaning or deep throating, okay?

Something that were missing from the recent clip(I want one too!) that rocked this scandalous yet overly-judgmental island.

I promise I won’t release it to the world, and is purely for personal erm, comparison gratification only.

YOU REALISE YOU ARE A JINX…

In the same breath, you realise you are a jinx when…

… you were out with ex-boyfriend, and passed by a shop in the town centre nearby.

They sell ‘economical’ software.

You innocently chirped, ‘Wah! This is courageous man, they are not even discreet about it. Don’t they ever get busted?‘

Few days later, the ex-boyfriend read the papers and relayed to you that the shop was busted for selling pirated softwares, with its address stated out by the press.

Oops.

Then, it happened with the ex-boyfriend on another occasion and the ex-boyfriend decided that my jinx factor premonition is strong.

I blame it on coincidence.

Some weeks ago, I am not exactly sure where were SBB and I were, but it was somewhere in town where we had sashayed hand-in-hand past this shop near our usual gaming place, and I joked about how I was dying to get my Battlefield 2 pack.

He then pointed to my left and told me that it was a place which sells pirated software, but it wouldn’t allow me to play online if I were to buy it.

I left it as that.

‘Oh! Wah, so prominently located in town? Don’t they ever get busted?’

I have no idea. They have been around for quite a while.

Then the old episode came fresh to mind.

‘Oh! You know something funny….’

I excitedly rattled off the old episode and laughed at the memory.

‘………. And gee, I had instinctively said the same thing again!‘

Before I finished, I received a vicious stare from him…

Then I knew why.

‘Ahem. It better not happen, you jinx! I get my dosage of games from here, ya know?!’

I laughed and uhm, muttered something like I am not a jinx or some sort, and if I was that spot-on, I would have became a millionairess by being a clairvoyant, sans crystal ball.

Then.

A week ago, SBB had met up with me, and his first sentence was nowhere near a sweet nothing.

‘You jinx! I wanted to buy my games and it was busted and had closed down.’

Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooops.

He reached over to pinch my tummy and growled at me.

Really. I am not a jinx.

Honest.