Ladies around me never ceased to be gorgeous inside out, and the men around are constantly the opposite.

I wonder why, really.

The night out with the ladies was fun and entertaining, and it dragged on till -sheepish- 6.20am in the morning before I finally stepped into the showers and gave myself a decent wash.

Alas, despite the thunders that offered their company, I didn’t quite manage to sleep well throughout, waking up intermittently, and having weird dreams here and there….

I dreamt of…. many different guys.

Different guys in different phases of my life. SBB, Mr KG, and I am not sure if it is because of the soccer season, I dreamt of a certain Brazilian as well.

I finally coaxed myself to nap somemore at 3pm, and woke up only at half past 5.

***

I watched Black Hawk Down for the Xth time today. And suddenly, I am very roused to have a game of Battlefield 2 or something.

Damn it. I think I am obsessed with the spirit of the US Army. I mean, when you think of the US Army, you think of respect, dignity, and “it’s all about the men next to you”. Team spirit and all those shit.

When you think of the Singapore Army… you think of how to ‘geng’, the universal language of Bengism, and parents of pampered boys writing letters to complain this and that…

I mean, it has nothing to do with how you have Eric Bana, Josh Harnett, Ewan McGregor, Tom Sizemore, Orlando Bloom to play US soldiers and… er, I only remember Sheikl Haikel from Army Daze.

Bleah. As usual, I teared when watching Black Hawk Down(again!).

Battlefield 2, anyone?

***

Seems like all the expected teams to venture on to the next round of the World Cup are doing their ‘thang’ and most of the teams already confirmed their places by the 2nd match of their tables.

Now I am just keeping my fingers crossed for Italy to kick some US butts tonight.

Argentina put on a splendid display, didn’t they?

I can only say the only undeserving team that ventured on, is none other than the English. Boo!

***

I decided not to have dinner with the ladies, but with my Dad instead.

Dad was supposed to head down to a wake at Ghim Moh at 8.30pm, and he would be having dinner by himself, with the extra time in hand.

Considering that I am on a tight budget, having dinner with Dad seems like a wiser choice too, hehehehe.

I flustered when I realised I couldn’t find my contact lenses, and SBB saw how I scurried the entire room as I changed, flipped the room upside down to locate those darn lenses since he was on the webcam.

I finally decided I shall just head out with my darn glasses.

Since Dad was giving me a lift, and I was expecting to take a cab home from Holland Village anyway, I thought wearing heels wouldn’t hurt.

And I finally slipped on my heels after giving them the snub for the past months cos I have grown so fond of my sneakers and track shoes.

It was only FF, VampTreSS, Janise, Eveline, and Barffie at Hog’s breath when I arrived.

Chrissy, Faith and Diane joined us slightly later.

Dinner was animated as we spoke of girly topics that should never be spoken of here.

Anyway.

Pictures!

Janise, Eve, Barffie and me.

Well well, I don’t look too happy behind glasses. Hmphf. And why do I have to be the one sitting in front, and by comparisons… I just look bulkier than the rest. Grr..

The ladies and I.

Faith suggested biting our nails.

Right after this, we adjourned to Hagen Daz for ice-cream, and bumped into the gorgeous Joanna and her friends.

It was then, some of the ladies didn’t want to end the night that early… and I…. succumbed.

Faith drove us down to…

Ministry of Sound.

Cough cough.

I know, I know. I am sick and I shouldn’t be around smokey places like these… and that I shouldn’t even be in heels.

Yeap yeap, I know.

Last time I am gonna do that.

***

Vamp wanted me to do a junkie look which I didn’t manage to pull off.

Chrissy, me and VampTreSS.

Yes yes, clubbing in glasses is like the ultimate dorky thing to do.

These ladies are a happening bunch to have a girly night out with, though I have to say I was terribly violated over dinner, and at the club.

I shall not let rip of the ‘highlight’ of the evening, and how I was… *holding back tears…* groped, and molested incessantly.

You can see the glasses leaving a print on my nose bridge. Bleah.

I left after a while when the music got a bit too boring for my liking and I needed to eat something since I had very little dinner.

I was contemplating on leaving for home straight after that, until… a tiny episode made me scramble back to MOS for the rest of the night.

I was sitting down with VampTreSS at McDonald’s with some food from the nearby 7-11 as she sent me off.

As we were talking about personal stuff and such…. we noticed the guy from the next table seemed to be, a little odd.

And yes, it was one of those VampTreSS and Nick would brand as my “Bollywood lovers”.

Don’t ask me why, I would love to know why too.

He is in his late 30s, or perhaps, 40, I guess.

I was talking to VampTreSS, until she had gotten up to change her seat to block his view.

He walked over and introduced himself and said there wasn’t any need to, and he would just like to see me without my clothesglasses.

I maintained my politeless and stripped off my glasses.

He paid an extensive compliment, and when he asked if he could sit down, we told him we were actually talking about personal stuff, and would very much appreciate the private space.

He went back to his seat.

It wasn’t long before he was back again, and asked to sit down again.

And it was a tirade of questions that followed.

It started out with a brow-raising question, ‘Can I ask you out for the night?’

Uhm.. it was like, 1am in the morning.. what is left of the night? Unless, it is interpreted as would you spend the night with me.

I am sorry but I am actually out with my friends nearby, and I am just here to grab a bite.

‘So you you have a boyfriend? Just tell me no.’

Sorry, yes.

‘Do you love him?’

Yes, I do.

‘Do you love him a lot?’

Yeah, I would think so. I laughed.

‘Why do you love him? You don’t have to love him you know?’

Why not?

‘Guys are jerks!’

But he is a nice guy.

It seemed to us that he was suggesting that I don’t always have to ‘love’ my boyfriend and can keep my options ‘open’, or ‘love my boyfriend a little lesser’ for a night.

“How about a dinner? Or lunch?”

I am sorry, but I don’t think he will be very pleased.

“Just a lunch, it wouldn’t hurt!”

Nah.. thanks, but I still think it wouldn’t be nice.

He turned to ask Vamp if she has a boyfriend, and if she loves him.

She lied, like I did.

He then commented that her answer was non-commital and why such a half-hearted answer. But her patience was wearing thin, and retorted, ‘Sorry, but I really don’t want to talk.’

I was saying we have to leave soon, but he just went on and on and asking me stuff(I also very patiently replied, using all the diplomacy I have in me), and left VampTreSS aside, out of the conversation.

It wasn’t long before he said something like you boyfriend love you very much, and I laughed and replied I certainly hope so.

And at the cheesiest moment, he said, ‘well, if he ever doesn’t, this is my number’, and he passed me his number in a folded piece of paper.

Uh.. rightttt.

It was then when Miss Vamp got inpatient and passed me my bag, and said, ‘Alright, we gotta go back, the guys are waiting for us.’

As I related the incident to SBB over the phone earlier today, he laughed, “You should have told him you are pregnant and asked him to leave you alone.”

Right. I was almost tempted to say I am married but I don’t have a ring to justify that.

***

The 2 of us scurried back to the club, looking behind our backs. She thought she heard footsteps behind us, and I snuck back into the club, hoping he would lose me.

It was then I saw Gary, Wenmei’s fiance, and knew that Wenmei, Lihui and Eileen were around too.

The moment I saw them.. I was violated, again, but the 3 pretty and tipsy ladies.

I went back into the club and the R & B music was getting on track.

Faith’s pal was with us, and the girls were pretty high, and I thought it would be better that they were looked after. Vamp did a neat job there.

It was 4 plus when all the girlies ended our night of boogie-ing, with Faith driving us down to Bishan for supper.

We flirtedchatted with the Bak Chor Mee uncle, and he gave us discount for the noodles, and extra fishball/soup when we asked for it.

So sweet!

We bitched and gossiped(hurhurhurhurhurhur) till late 5, before Faith kindly dropped me and Janise off at the main road, and we caught a cab back, just minutes before 6am(yay! No surcharge).

***

It was a relatively easy night to get through on Thursday night, after supper with Nick.

Until I was affected by something that wasn’t unexpected, but still, ouchy when it happened.

I think, I am not sure if that is the case, but people tend to have very extreme ideas of who they think I am.

Just like the other day, a girl pal said guys tend to want to marry her, and see her as the marrying sort, and I whined how I am always viewed as the, well, undateable, the direct opposite sort.

Anyway, that was not quite the point.

Back to Thursday late night.

I was tempted to tell a lie to just get it and over and done with, perhaps just to make thing easier, but then I realised to tell a lie just for the sake of spite(?), cowardice(?), or just trying to play hero(?) is like the stupidest thing to do, because it might cause more complications than it already did.

I am not sure what A said, could have reflected what SBB was questioning himself, which I took it as, he did.

Anyway, emotions just got the better of me, and I just crawled into my duvet and teared.

I took a while to decide if I should pick up the phone or not.

I mean, one thing is, I couldn’t say what he wanted to hear, and also, my presence might just trigger more annoyance in him.

He apologised, and at the moment when I could decide to lie, or not to, nearly.. just very nearly, I chickened out and didn’t.

So evil me.

It was 6 when I finally holed up in bed and sleep, after the call ended.

And then when I woke up, it was a brand new day.