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⢠Thursday, July 29, 2004 ⢠I PLUNGED, AGAINIt's more like entertainment, someone observed. My blog, she referring to. A friend who is constantly concerned, and keeps track of my life and development through this space. It's not surprising. With prying eyes, and peeping toms(well, and erm... porn seekers, oh PPP!), one could hardly unreservedly express those darkness, and innermost thoughts. It's like how I would laugh, joke and socialise in a group outing, and bawl myself silly in the middle of the night when I am all alone. With the increasing crowd, you don't really want to pull down every one's mood with a solemn entry, do you? I don't want it to end up like some attention-seeking stunts. Then again, I bask in pride whenever I receive an attention or two. But nah, the void is unfillable. At the same time, the annoying and overwhelming 'Are you okay..' blarblarblarblar and all sorts of mock concern, became like a burden. Especially when some smart asses would assume they know you damn well to do an analysis on your outburst. In a way, it's a denial on my part, so that I could make believe that I am strong, and at the end of the day, I can still make a joke or two. Burying the sickening bugging thoughts. Some of the times you guys chatting to me, I might just be sniffing my nose onto chunks of toilet paper, while my eyes busied themselves with all the tears-generating chores. Yes, it's my tired soul going on a riot. Not that I am trying to put on a front. I am just wary. And make that weary too. What would people perceive me if they didn't get what I had meant to put across? What if they think I am a weirdo or lunatic? Erm, wait a minute, I might just as well be. Muahaha. What if they think such and such of me? What if they take it the wrong way, and a serious case of miscommunication goes horribly wrong? What if while I share, it will stoop to a suspected-publicity stunt like some bloggers are doing(yeah, there are some OBVIOUS ones out there which are getting on Claris and my nerves. Muahaha! Not bad. I still can bitch at a time like this.)? I don't want to freak you guys out, you know. It's funny, actually. I went through my journal, written 5 years ago. Oh oh, and my lengthiness was a trademark even at then! Imagine my rude shock when I saw one 10-page entry. How about this to add it on: all my entries then were all in Chinese traditional characters. 10 freaking pages in traditional Chinese characters! Not that I learnt it before, but I kinda picked it up, and I like the heavy strokes and denser words. The late nights I stayed up to jot down my thoughts. Seems like I have never been totally honest, even to myself. Who was I trying to kid? Myself? Hahaha. I psycho-ed myself into thinking I am someone who is pretty much strong, even in the privacy of myself. I read the contents. Amused is the word. I actually couldn't remember quite some part of the past memories, something untypical of me. Perhaps, it was too insignificant for me to remember anything. I learnt to take things lightly at that point of my life. The point when everyone was busy with their own stuffs, and all the friends around me were just, well, passers-by. Suddenly, something struck me. An online acquaintance, Kaihui, whom I almost forgot his existence, threw this sentence at me once, 'You're a lonely person.' Well, yeap, true, but it's something I, do not want myself to think so. Even at this point, I don't think it's something I wanna admit. What an irony. Lonely, yet would rather live like a recluse. Sometimes, it's weird what an old diary would make you feel. I feel that I am back into that phase again. I couldn't cry today. I should let out my pent up frustrations as how I always do like a crybaby. I didn't allow myself to. I cruelly refused myself of the rights. I thought I should make a decision to be a strong person. I couldn't speak today. I cruelly refused myself of the rights, too. I couldn't even reply to the taxi-uncle when he asked where was I going. Somehow, the words stuck at my throat, and I made no effort to release them. I muttered a soft 'Jurong East.' It sucked all the energy from my body before it could come out swift and brief. For rest of the journey, I only nodded my head when he asked me for directions. My jaws are tightly locked. Even now. I lost the voice that is the loudest in group outings, the voice that speaks up, that bitches. The voice that made me, me. I don't find a point to explain a lot of things anymore. Nor answer questions about my life. Why are you not working? When ah.. blarblarblar. You from Malaysia ah? Why ah.. so long in Singapore still no PR? I can let my thoughts flow through typing, but not speech. How quaint. I don't know how long I would stay mute. There will be a gathering tomorrow night, and at this point, I still feel as if I am going to stay mute. It feels as if all of me is gonna be sapped up just by stringing a sentence, and that has nothing to do with my lost appetite(wow! That's really untypical of me, isn't it?). Contemplating to bring pen and papers with me, but I thought the handphone message composing function would do fine. Muahaha. A joke, obviously. That's why I always tell people who are eager to meet me, hahaha, you're in for a great disappointment. My thoughts and emotions are too dense, too swift, too overload. I gave up illustrating them in real life. See! Being intelligent is not always a good thing! Muahaha. It's a joke. Really. I still can joke, okay. Perhaps, that's what Lisha meant when she thought my blog is more like an entertainment to coverup what lies beneath, rather than a true interpretation of what my mind thinks, something she would rather know. Of course, not everyone would rather that. It's ironic. Some told me I revealed too much in my blog, cos sometimes I do blog quite private stuffs. Yet some felt despite all the intimate revelations, I still seem like an impenetrable(ahem, ahem) enigma, as if there's a frosted glass between. And it has nothing to do with my mysterious pictures. Strange. Philip described me with the word enigma during the initial phase when we just acquainted. Perhaps that's what intrigued him. *cheeky smile* Hahaha. I am quite a simple person. Not that complex. Err, well, I bet no one would believe me at this point of time. Oops. I learnt to brush things aside, only to find them haunting me. How do I exorcise those ghosts? Perhaps, the wait for my job application is getting to me. I applied yesterday, and had been jittery since then. Tsk. I feel cold today. So cold. The worst kind of freezing feeling doesn't come from the biting winter, but from within. From a hopeless soul. It clears your system of every single element, and you feel hollow. You feel you can carry and elephant while running 2.4km, and you wouldn't even be aware of the lethargy. I bet that's how Forrest Gump ran forever in the film. No, don't worry, I didn't abuse myself again today. Yes, I had been doing that, just that I don't mention it. Woo, I have a picture on that. If you want, can always ask. Hahaha. I watched 'Get real' hosted by Diana Ser couple of weeks ago, and I felt an impulse to cry, as it touched issues close to me. About people who cut themselves to vent frustrations on themselves, and the pain make them feel better. No, it's not about suicide. Suicide is a wish to die. I don't have that. I thought I won't do it again after the show, but, somehow, I did. I didn't treat myself with evil intentions today. I gave up on myself, perhaps, that's why. Wahaha. But depriving myself of the rights to cry and talk, is as good as doing so. Perhaps, I shouldn't be blogging too. Ever look into the mirror and hate what you saw? I did. The hideous creature staring at me is so loathesome. Smash the mirror, I thought. The detestable reflection is a constant mocking. How could one ever bear so much hatred towards her ownself? Everything about her is flawed. Ugly. Absolutely hideous. Awful. Nothing is ever gonna changed that. No wonder she takes revenge on herself. So, how much does a pound of esteem cost? Can buy from market or not? God says He would restore her old, joyful, cheerful self. Seems like, not yet. Have faith. Do I still? I should. So, I should be happy. To continue on the sickening links coming in, today it reached a new height. 'Cristiano Ronaldo naked cock pictures' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *utter flabbergastion* Somehow, my gut feeling says it's a GAY man looking for it. And 'Nami Nami Bra advertisement' I have no idea why anyone would get turn on by that hilarious piece of advertising mishap. Spent the past 3 days idling. Nothing much to update. Except pulling out all those old photographs and letters, and immerse myself in those faded dimensions. Thought of the UK days, thought of the return, thought of the Hwachong people, thought of my kids during my teaching days. Reminisced the pleasant, the good. Laughed at the silly, the bad. I picked up the pen, and tried to search for that lost feeling, for the language I adore dearly. Even what I was most familiar with, became so distant. I scribbled a short entry in Chinese. Perhaps, I should start favouring the pen to the keyboard. Still, I wasn't true to myself. Seems like I can never be. Muahaha. You know what? I'm lazy, so I shall stick to my old, trusty keyboard. If I ever feel less lazy, I should attach a picture to illustrate the abuse my keyboard endured. Most keys are dented in, and had faded away. With all the intense typing and lengthy entries, it hardly astonishes. Another thing about me is, I put in quite a tad of force when I type, and a friend once observed and said 'Your typing very fierce'. What a way to characterised my style of typing. My keyboard is a survivor. Am I? Verdict: 3 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 11:15 PM ⢠Tuesday, July 27, 2004 ⢠TO CUT, OR NOT TO CUT?Something is not right. My counter has a sudden surge on Monday. 179. Pretty much the highest traffic my site had entertained ever. But then everyone decided it was so boring that, I only had ONE pathetic comment on my post. What have you guys been feeding on?! What's wrong with you people?! It doesn't justify the sudden influx of people. Okay, so, if this post is going to induce 40 comments, I shall post a picture of me smirking. Yes, without mosaic, without any hindrance to the image or such. Really. Or perhaps, a picture of me flashing my most innocent smile, seductively, no less. Wait, that will cheapen my blog, doesn't it? So, okay, fine. Deal is off. It already *cough cough* is *cough cough* cheap enough *cough cough*. As if anyone would throw in that amount of comments just for that. *roll eyes* Spent Monday late night in Woodlands, having supper with the handicapped one. He was left in awe when I finished a plate of Fried Prawn Noodles meant for 2, all by myself(Ting croons in draggy, trembling tune 'Allll Byyyyy MYYYYYYSELFFFFF...'). Then, I complained that I was hardly satisfied, and we walked down to the convenience stores to treat my insatiable appetite. I never cease to astonish, do I? My flat abs ain't that flat anymore. In fact, it's growth is becoming a threatening challenge for my barely-existent boobies. I am feeling a little snug around the midriff. Darn. But but but, I'm too weak in will to surrender all my chocolates and chips. That would be too cruel to me. Been contemplating to decorate myself with a brand new style. Perhaps I need to feel a change. Coincidentally, Philip mentioned if I thought of cutting my hair short. I always yearned to have long hair as a child, but marmee's adamant rejection halted all hopes. When she finally relented, River Valley's lame rule dashed all that I had wanted. Well, since then, I never thought I wanted it anymore. In a desperate bid of frustration venting, I sat on the chair of Janzen's, in Jurong Point, and told the hairdresser: Crew cut. As short as possible. Pretty soon, I strutted out of the salon in my uniform, giving Lina the shock of her life(we were there for a haircut together). So it took 4 years of constant trimming, before it metamorphize from this: 
to this: 
Yeap, I used to have long, straight, healthy black hair, before throwing all of it away, for my first dye job 1 and half year ago. Now, it is densely layered, infested with split ends, and is like a bunch of hay. Brittle and dry. A real sad case. Any recommendation on what kind of shampoo or treatment is good for it? Actually, I have been toying with the idea of shaving bald for the longest time. The urge is rising. Of course, I have to think about my professional image. Then again, who cares about that when I still can't get a job? With that, I can start styling crew cut, spikey-do, all that swish-swosh and experimenting with colours, while waiting for my black tresses to grow thickly into its ideal length. So much for creavity. I miss black hair, actually. Or perhaps, it will be a final dig at myself. To deprive myself. To vent all these months of frustration on myself. Taking revenge against myself. Or simply, I need a change. Will be quite cool actually. The only thing is, it will not go well with all the dresses I bought huh? Vanity. Ah well. Shall see when the impulse will kick in. On top of the physical change, I think I desperately need a change of handphone. My 1st and only phone has been serving me loyally. It is fast disintegrating into pieces though it still works perfectly well. Gee. Whatever. Shall stick to it a little while more. Couldn't bear to part with it. Anyway, just curious with the sudden influx of traffic. With utter horror, I realised how some people crept into my site with erm, rather, interesting yahoo/google searches. Some of the rather classic ones:
Something I didn't get is, some people had been searching for 'Scarlett ting', 'Joewei blogspot', 'Joewei Ting blog' on yahoo and google. Hmm, so I suppose these are the people who already know me? Didn't know my life become rather intriguing for them to search for me. Flattered? Conceivably. But darn, there goes my privacy. More censorship should be called for my contents, don't you think? Muahaha. Acks! Bunch of queer people. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 8:40 PM ⢠Monday, July 26, 2004 ⢠REVITALISEDI was worn to a frazzle. Hence, that's pretty much a perfect excuse to justify my absence from church this morning. *guilty look* I tried to stay up awake, knowing a nap would sneakily become longer than it should. Alas, I submitted to the Z-monster, and thought of giving my body and mind a 3-hour break. Sheer exhaustion. Thus, the unheard alarms. I slept through them. Spent most of my Sunday drifting in and out of consciousness as a nap or two snuck in unawaringly. My body was desperate for the break more than my mind I guess, hence the intense efforts of staying awake were futile. ====Reminiscence==== Friday was an exceptionally long day. Quite a fruitful one, at the very end of it. Woke up to not-so-nice criticisms, when Zhenglin told me about her meeting with some friend's friends. It was amusing when she told me how Leng Keong, a guy in our previous biking group, chatted her up frequently in the past, and told her how I manipulatively broke up the group. Ha! Ha! Ha! So ticklish. Wow, I wish I could have THAT much of an influence on people! I thought the group systematically dispersed with the guys' elitist(chauvinist is what I call it) ideals, evil jibes, merciless tauntings, and fake facades? Okay, a scapegoat is always needed for the covering of asses. Being intelligent is not a good thing you know, especially when you can see through people's intentions easily. The group which ventured to Sepang with us last year agreed the diversification was the best thing that happened. Talking about Sepang, Zhenglin was saying how the couple said I am a snobbish bitch(yeah, actually, I can be. Muahaha!), who wore a pair of shorts, 'short until like panty like that' when I was in Sepang for MotoGP last October. Sob sob. Everyone hates me. *pout* I'm in immense guilt for the indecent exposure. Wait, NOT. It's a holiday! It's hot! And, it's quite but not THAT short(oops, self-justification). Not as short as Gracie baby had 'seen' me in. You decide. 
Since I still have no idea who this couple were, but it was interesting how they derive my arrogance yet they claimed they don't know me in person, and I haven't been active in the circle for 4 months. I'm a bitch. I told ya. *grin* 
Digressing, that was the official cameraman for the event and we were shot while taking pictures outside the track! Cool. Moving on. Had an NPCC gathering in the evening. My place. Friends of a decade. Many of which are mere acquaintances to me since graduations, and the only thing that held us together, sadly is, memories. Memories are sweet. But it's sad when all your emotions are at a standstill at years ago, and you behave how you were like in the past, yet hid all your present. It was 'Oh hi!', eat, phototaking, what-are-you-up-to's, silly group games to bind the group, and bye. No emotional attachment, no yearning for more. Or so I thought. Made a couple of surprise discovery after the group dispersed(some went home before midnight, while 8 of them stayed on). Everyone of us grew, and that's something I had never bothered to find out. In a rare moment of vulnerability, we shared a little more on each of us. Not a lot, but a good start. Warm feeling. Topics about 'life' never fail to lead on to deep, thought provoking conversation. Too solemn for some, I guess. The chaos caused by the storm imprisoned them further, and the girls finally left at 930am in the rain, while the guys stayed on for few games of Bridge until the rain subsided at 11am. 
The guys' looks didn't change a bit since graduation. And it's not a compliment. Muahahaha! It was great meeting Felicia and Huiyi, both of whom I had lost touch since graduating out of River Valley. ====Child at heart==== Didn't get to rest since the guys were over at my place. Neither could I afford to as I had arranged to meet Philip at 1pm at my MRT stop. We takeaway some lunch from Burger King, before heading to church for our Membership class. I almost needed toothpicks to pry my eyes open throughout the lesson. I believe it was blardy obvious. It gotta be. There was only the 2 of us attending the class. Unbelievably, I was all charged up and energised at the end of it. I strolled and Philip limped down Orchard from church, all the way to Takashimaya. Saw 4 fire engines stuck in the immobile traffic, with the sirens yelling, yet no one gave a hoot about it. Eventually, we reached Paragon by foot before they did on 4 wheels. Met up with Eileen and Dave for the Toy Fair! *excited* My favourite has gotta be the Carebears figurines! They were on sale, and were incredibly affordable. It was like a larger version of polly pocket with the castle, swing, see-saw and blarblarblar. Eileen and I got all excited and swooned over them like kids, hence it was hardly unanticipated that Philip and Dave shook their head in mock disgust. 'OMG! Eh yer!! Sooooooooooooo CUTE!! The swing can like that one leh! Got music somemore!! You hear!! See!! Got light also!! So cheap leh!!' Please imagine the two of us jumping slightly, and cooing the above frenziedly in a pitch 2 octaves higher than usual. Pretty animated. Yes. The two guys couldn't quite take it and gave us patronising, high-pitched 'Oh WOW! THAT'S SO NICE YUH!' with mock sarcasm. The only nice one was the sales guy. He demostrated to me how to play with the castle, and he spoke to me as if I am a baby. 'You see, you can put him on the swing and swing him!' 'When you move the aeroplane, the propellor will rotate! See!' You think I would throw him weird looks right? I didn't. I went on to 'Wow' like an amused kid, clapped my hands in delight, and went on demostrating it to the guys animatedly. It was hysterical. I think he noticed the baby talks between me and Eileen and used the same approach to talk to me. Muahahaha. Alas, my frivolous spending previously ate into my conscience, and I could only see Eileen getting a set of carebears, while I purchased NOTHING. *pout* Philip bought a Spongebob squarepants talking cookie jar for Zachy(and the father!), which is so bulky and heavy. Best part? I had to do the carrying. 
See me pout. Walked down to Scott's to join David, Lilian, Debbie and Royston at the foodcourt for dinner. Wisma looks so pretty after the upgrading works. I can't wait to check out Indochine sometime soon. We got lame, and took a picture with Nemo-lookalike. 
We're swimming, just in case you couldn't make out what we are doing. I censored the most disgusting part, the tummy! I was so bloated from all the binging the night before that I stored so much fart in me(girls fart too okay). Urgh. And what's with the lions lying all over the places in town? Reminded me of those oriental stone lions. Eileen and I liked the lovey-looking one.  
Each of the lion is surrounded by yellow tapes, saying 'Please handle me with care'. And we came across an empty box, and the detectives in us concluded that someone stole the lion. No fear, we've got a replacement and Philip took a picture with the lioness! 
I'm delicate too, okay. Muahaha, it wasn't easy to do that on the streets, especially when it's Orchard, AND it was a Saturday evening. More photography after dinner, with the huge poster outside one of the shops in Scotts. 
Muahaha. We're such perverts, we know. And it got a little steamy... 
Poor model. More shopping around Far East. As we pondered where to go, Philip and I swayed to 'Can't help falling in love' as if doing a slow dance by the singer of the alfresco Vietnamese restaurant outside Far East. Everyone says 'Aw.......' with me. Finally decided to head down Alameen for coffee-session for the rest of the night. ====Knights in shining armours==== Passport endorsing was made easy last night when a kind soul offered me a lift from Alameen. I was like a wimp on the bike. Without my fullface and gloves(Eileen kindly loaned her jacket), I felt uncomfortable all over. The bike was lower than what I had ever sat on, and I was really jittery. The evil couple(Dave and Eileen) loaned one helmet to me. The one with a faded and torn Liverpool sticker at the back. Eeeeeeewwwwweeeeee. Conspiracy! Philip laughed in delight. I almost refused to make the trip to customs. I still pledge loyalty to my Manchester United. I dozed off slightly and made an embarrassing moment when I knocked the helmet of the rider hard. What a amateur pillion I am. We headed back to the coffee table at Alameen after that. It was a big turn-out, and a really nice meeting with heart chats after such a long while. For the first time, Michael was willing to head to Alameen. He refused to go there as he didn't want to feel uneasy seeing the old group(which hangs there every night), and to avoid them. He had rejected ALL the suggestions going there previously, or he simply wouldn't want to be there. Quite a surprise when he decided to join us. Hence, a night which ended late, and I only got home at 2.30am. Not possible if not for another kind soul. Willie and Jo sent me to Jurong, and offered to send Philip to Woodlands after that. Guess where they live? Sengkang! You tell me, where to find such awesome friends? It is in times of need, when you realise who are the ones who care. A simple gesture which makes a difference, warms. Ah.. as this is ending, so is the MotoGP race going on now. My Rossi baby has to hang onto the lead for another 6 laps. Woo Hoo! Yippee! ***Edited*** Salute my baby. He's the man. 64th Grand Prix victory. Gibernau and Biaggi didn't grab the 2nd spot, and that's good news. I'm a happy bird. *beams* Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 1:09 AM ⢠Sunday, July 25, 2004 ⢠IN TRANCEDazed. It's as if I'm floating or some sort. My reaction time is 10 seconds slower than usual. I am exhausted. Deprived of sleep. Dark eye rings, excess baggages under the eyes, spotty cheeks, tired skin. Awake for the past 37 hours, I miraculously survived the day, filled with intense programs, no less. A fulfilling weekend, fully utilised. Every second wasn't spared. Cool. I should be resting yuh? But no, I am tormenting myself, forbidding myself from doing so. Why? I wanna make it to church tomorrow. I do. *Slaps* Don't doze off, WAKE UP! Snooze. So, would I succumb to the cosiness of my duvet? Or would I battle on till the very end? I'll let you know. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 4:20 AM ⢠Friday, July 23, 2004 ⢠REPENT, BABY, REPENT.I ought to be bowing my head low, brows knitted, donning my guilt-iest puppy-eyed look. I am an incredibly blessed person today(Praise the Lord!). An overwhelmingly guilt-ridden one too. You will know why in time to come. Before that, I shall bore everyone with the nitty-gritty on Days of Ting's life *yawns*. Long one. Tuesday's evening was cursed. It cursed me, and I threw the curses back. Different sorts, of course. *curse curse swear swear* Perhaps it was a good thing I spent my day slacking, or else nothing would go my way. NOTHING! I was so miserably down on my luck. Left home earlier to take public transport to customs. Upon reaching the MRT station, to my utmost horror, I realised I did not bring my purse out. *smacks head* The blue thingy consisted of my ATM card, my lobby entrance card, my coins and cash. Since I was going public, and meeting Philip for supper after my passport endorsing, all I needed was my Ezlink card anyway. I proceeded on. It was a blardy long wait for the train. 10 minutes. The journey was occupied at least, with a lengthy, entertaining phone call. Relle and I were jibing and mocking mercilessly at some snobbish ah lian(keyword is 'snobbish'), and yup, oops, it was basically a fun-filled, harmless bitching session. Alighted at Kranji MRT, the timing was pretty comfortable, though the wait for the train delayed some amount of time. But the blardy, *fill-in-horrible-language-here*, freaking 170 took 20 minutes to come! By the time I reached the bus-stop 3 stops from the custom, it was already 11.58pm. Too late. Way too late. I still had to push and shove my way up the escalator to get ahead of the queue. No point thinking about that, since it would be past midnight by the time I reach checkpoint. I got off the bus, and took a feeder bus to meet Philip, finally satisfying my past week's craving for Char Kuey Tiao. At least bus 912E came promptly, and I shouldn't be late for our 12.20am meeting. To my utmost horror, 912E goes directly to Woodlands interchange, and doesn't stop at the bus stop with 912! So, there's a blardy difference between 912, and 912E. I learnt it the hard way. Conclusion? I took the WRONG bus. And? It was already 12.25am when I surfaced to the ground floor of the interchange(it's an underground interchange if you've never been to Woodlands). Well, at least the coffeeshop wasn't too long a walk from the interchange. 10 minutes will do. The brilliant smart-ass decided to cut into a path at a nearer block, instead of the usual one she usally takes. The most incredible thing happened. She got lost in the blocks of flats! How amazing is that? It's the 1st time ever in my life I got lost in a housing estates! Of course, since I'm at 510, 515 shouldn't be too far away from me right? I ventured right, ventured left, looking for indications and sign boards, and saw none. So I tried here, no. I tried there, no. I decided to walk onto the main road, and suddenly, some black bird(not the bike, please) flew right past my front, low and proximate. I shall stop swearing. It's no good, you know. I walked into one multi-storey carpark, hoping to see a glimpse of the bustling coffee-shop. Disappointed. Philip was on the phone all the while I was walking from the interchange, and he couldn't believe an adult could lose her way in an estate. Especially someone who has always been confident with her topography. Yeah, go ahead, mock at me now. *sulk* Finally, I made it there. I realised my newly-explored path would have gotten me there faster indeed, but I made a wrong turn that confused my orientation. Darn. Just when I thought I can finally take a breather and enjoy my lardy, oily, blackish noodles... Guess what? Well, I think you would have guessed it. IT WAS FREAKING CLOSED! Those lazy bums! They are supposed to open for 24 hours! Bluff! I was emotionally hurt and drained. Settled for fishball noodles reluctantly, with a face more screwed than a prune. Walked to 7-11 with Philip to pamper myself with some ice-cream. I felt as if the world owed me, and stuffed myself with chocolate. It worked. Sat around at the void deck for an hour, before finally deciding to head for home, taking a 20 bucks loan from Philip. Before we walked to the main road, we saw 5 vacant cabs scooted by. Shouldn't be a bad night for cabs then. As we stood by the roadside, all the cabs decided to shrivel up and die. Mysteriously, there wasn't a single vehicle on the road for 10-15 minutes while we waited. I wondered if the busy traffic we saw earlier was a phantomic illusion or some sort. No, I relented, it was just my blardy bad luck. *sobs and whines* Philip said he would pray for a cab for me. The moment he finished with his prayer, a cab scurried into my path. Wow. Thank God. My bad night ended. *grumbles trailing off* Wednesday doesn't deserve any mention(rejoice! No recaps!). I bummed till I didn't go get my passport endorsed. Thursday, which is 'today', deserves tonnessssssss of mention. Okay, or else I wouldn't be blogging yuh. I'm a happy bunny today! *jumps jumps hops hops* Went down to Raffles Place with Philip to meet up with his lawyer. Went for lunch at Burger King and roamed the shops for some while before making our way to the lady lawyer's office at 4pm. I received another pretty stalk of flower from the man. Look how gorgeous it is! 
*Beams* I adore the tiny, mini bee. I kept doing something obscene to the flower's eyes too. I couldn't help but squeezed them endlessly as if they were boobs or something. Muahaha. I am a pervert *giggles*. Yeah. The meeting with the lawyer went on well, and the freaky coincidences sprung up again. When she asked about Philip's plan after being released by the army, she suddenly shot out her suggestion, 'childcare'. Just that single word. We were both discussing about the possibilities of going into childcare(I was actually asking him if I should go for an Early Childhood Teaching course yesterday), and we both chatted about the possibility of making a difference by setting up one while on the train to Raffles Place today. How odd. Ideally, I would love to work with children with autism. I don't know why, but I somehow have my heartstrings tugged whenever I came across such cases. Is this the way I will be heading? Shall KIV these plans. Spent couple of hours waiting for the finalization of the affidavit. I made another classic 'Ting's moment' today. The office phone rang. Philip jokingly said 'Eh, you picked up la.' I looked around the room, and assumed the distant ringing was from the phone on the main desk, not the one in the meeting room, where we both were. Looked left, looked right. 'You think I don't dare? But here no phone how to pick up?' He stared at me in a weird way. He asked me to repeat myself, and I did. I followed his eye-point. OOOOPS. The phone was directly IN FRONT OF ME. Inches away. Not in front of him, but ME. I really ain't a bimbo. Really. Believe me okay? *flashes the sweetest smile* I just need new glasses. Any kind souls? Made our way down to Orchard, and I met another old friend on the train. Sayson, the guy famous for his pretty looks. OMG, he's absolutely delicious. Fair, mesmerising eyes(even Philip agrees so!), gorgeous skin... very much a pretty boy. I used to think he looks like Michelle Reis. That's how pretty he is. Or was. I secretly prayed I own his looks. Like those anime characters. He looked slightly different in executive wear, more man, but still, juvenile. Perhaps it's the height. He's pretty short for a guy, shorter than me, in fact. Now, he looks like Jerry Yan. Better looking, in my opinion. A brief encounter on the train, but seems like I am pretty fated with old friends these days. Well, I suppose you guys think Ting is pretty weird today. Yeah, I sound like some bouncy teenager with a cutish ponytail, no, make it plaits, and traumatising you with all the disgusting *Ting does this* *Ting bites her lower lips*. Childish!! Yeah, I am. I lost all my poise and composure today. I'm no longer demure. I am going to show an obscene picture. 
I sinned. I surrendered myself to temptation. Wholesomely submitted. Why? Why?! Why?!! After living a life like a pauper for the past months. I gave in to the seduction of flashy Orchard, and indulge myself shamelessly with some, er, erm, must I really say, shopping. See!! I know of the lurking dangers when my dad gave me the lump sum of money. Urgh! Then again, I was pretty blessed cos a couple of kind souls passed on stuffs to me, and expanded my wardrobe without me spending a cent. Serene blessed me with a yellow shawl, which came in handy when I was shivering endlessly. Eileen passed on a MNG basic top to me, and it's in a yummy colour too! 
Though I have always wanted to be adventurous with my colours, but I always ended up back to the boring whites and fundamental blacks. Now, it's a refreshing change! Yellow and Purple! Wow. Back to shopping. One concrete lesson I learnt today. Never, let me repeat, NEVER EVER, yes, again, NEVER EVER shop with a devil. The devil today? Noh, the one with the crutch. *roll eyes* First, we went into MNG in search for the black lacey thingy(can be a nightie, can be a short skirt, can be a long top) I was scouting for. No luck. Only available in other colours. But I did make a purchase of a loose baggy top which I feel absolutely comfortable in. I had been eyeing on it since the season collection first came in, and I held back till the final sales to get it at $13! Ahh.. my wait paid off. Problem with it is the neckline is pretty low, and I contemplate to engage Marmee's help with the alteration. Next stop up was Philip's favourite shopping place in Singapore. DFS galleria! Wheeeee! It was where I finally saw the Dior Addict lipgloss I wanted. It's all Cat's fault. Her lips appeared too alluring on Philip's birthday, and it tempted me to follow suit. The devil whispered 'Buyyyy, since you now can afford, and it looks nice...' Obviously, I didn't put up a fight. Unfortunately, it doesn't look as nice on my lips. But I still adore it. 
The colour looks yummier in real, and the shimmering effect is nice. The packaging is simply attractive(see! I AM shallow). Headed into Isetan's MNG next, and I resumed the search for the black piece. No luck. I didn't want to settle for second best, ya know. But as I held up the purple piece, the evil one enthusiastically nodded his head in delight and swooned 'This colour very nice! Suits you very much. Get this one la.' I then held up each of the orange, bright pink, green, pink and white to myself. The white one then caught his attention 'This one very nice also, very angelic! Can go with the blazer you bought the other time. Buy! Buy!' Huh? I thought he said the black one is nice, and that was the reason why I searching high and low for the black one. He then said cos he didn't see the colours against me, and now he did, he prefers the purple, and white. Fine. So which of the two? 'Get both la! Not say very expensive. $13 each only. $26 only la. Buy two lor since you look nice in both..' Tell me, under such immense pressure, how could I have resist?   
So, my purchases, and my exhibitionist nature. Now you guys pretty much have an idea what I wear behind the monitor(my spaghetti tops normally double up as my homewear nowadays). I love sales. I bought whatever I had wanted at 70% cheaper. I am glad. *beams* Finally, dinner at Far East, and feeling not-that-guilty. I made savings, didn't I? Alas. As we approached the MRT station, I turned to my left, and a single piece of garment caught my attention. Something, in Phuture London. The delicious colour caught my attention, and then it was the design which I fell for. My conscience and my desire fought. It was a defenseless battle. I went in. It was available in green, white and black. I tried the green, and I liked it. The sales girl and Philip both love the dress. I would love the white one, just simply because it's white. The white made it look bridal, and it's every girl's wish to look like an angel/bride. Okay, not every girl, but mine, fine? No such luck. No size, and I didn't have the cash. I walked out emptyhanded, and even took a picture in the dressing room, hoping to ask my peers' for their opinions before deciding to splurge, or save. Unfortunately, I fell into someone's vile trap. 'I think you should buy, it's VERY nice, and the colour very bright and cheery..' Maybe not, cos I might prefer the white one, but no size. 'Don't get white, it's too common and too formal looking. Green can wear as casual Sunday dress, or double up as function wear. Either or.' Hmm, maybe not, since it's rather pricey. 'Buy now la! Now you have a bit of spare cash, wait next time you wanna buy also cannot. It's not often to come across something you really like!' Yes, the lame excuse of no cash is failing. I had my debit card with me, and it's just I am too stingy to spend. At the same time, my conscience reminded me that I would need to tithe and pay for my church camp this weekend. Such horridness of the evil one. It's HIS fault. Why did I even let him influence me? Perhaps I wanted it. Muahaha. I walked into the shop, defeated. The salesgirls were laughing(in a sweet way) cos they saw me standing outside pondering for like eternity. Compliments are evil. Nothing but sales tactics. Alas, they worked on me. Muahahaha. 
I know, I know, I am becoming tubby. Such attention-seeking colour will aid you guys recognising me on the streets, I'm sure. Argh. No more shopping, no more fine-dining, no more indulgence in food and clothes! No more! I will scrimp to compensate what I spent. My joy is laced with a tinge of guilt. But hehehe, a part of me is clapping with satisfaction. Took train to Woodlands, ate Burger King(yesh, again, cos we had coupons!) before making my way to checkpoint. Dammit. I took the 912 bus, and it turned into the tiniest roads, and took the longest routes. I grew impatient as 12 midnight drew near. I eventually got off the bus and took a cab instead. Darn! It was even further from the causeway than the interchange is. I am sure I am going to learn a few more swear words in different languages. I reached the taxi stand at 11.52am, and I raced up a flight of stairs to the 2nd floor, across 3 long corridors, before taking a lift 2 floors up, running across 2 bridges, before arriving at the departure hall. I tell you, running that distance with heels(gasp!), heavy shopping bags(fabric intensive okay!), wet and bleeding heavily in between your legs(oops, don't mean to gross you out) is not mean feat. I could feel the muscles aching now, accusing me of abusing them, and not training them up properly. Made it. But the bleak news came when they started limiting my stay in Singapore due to my inconsistent endorsement for the past week. Darn! So much for a spoilsport ending for a supposedly perfect day. Minus the guilt, and it would be flawless. Ting, control, CONTROL. I repent. I will be forgiven, right? Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 6:22 AM ⢠Monday, July 19, 2004 ⢠TOPSYTURVYAn old picture which I had wanted to post back in May. Clubbing session with Joyce, Xinyan and Zhenglin. Gorgeous, aren't they? 
Another babe fest, obviously. Whee, the weekend whirled by. So did I. Some ups, some downs. Some lifted me, some weighed me down. Overall, it was splendid, though I still feel a strong sense of injustice over the raw deals people around me are getting. This post is gonna be one of those 'no identity' posts, which will be plagued by many tiny issues, which don't add up to any specific topic. Over some reason I couldn't understand, I was overwhelmed by depression again on Thursday night, while on my way to customs. Whenever I face such phenomenon, I attribute it to the periodic(pun fully intended) bout of PMS. I was on a bus back home when the driver failed to stop for a passenger. It was late and he didn't see the guy at some deserted bus stand. He braked immediately and stopped when he realised. Most drivers would have drove on. Yet, the passenger hurled abuse at him when he got up the bus. How disappointing the society could be. It further stoned me. Got home in a daze. I couldn't stop sobbing. I felt a downright wreck, making no effort to amass myself up again. I looked into the mirror, and loathed every inch of what was before me. Oh, I actually have a piece describing how I struggle in such situations. Shall post it some other time. So bleak. Immensely mentally disturbing too. Don't wanna scare the poo out of you guys with my eccentricity. But that's depression for ya, anyway. *shrugs* Woke up to a feel-good Friday. Great change from the Torturous Thursday. With Claris perking me up, it's hard for Friday not to be nice. *grin* We are not exactly mean girls, but some stuffs are just worth mentioning. Since she's too chicken to mention it on her own space, I shall do her the favour. Seen on her list of MSN nicks: Cut the hypocrispy. Not funny? It is to me. Muahahahaha. Good evening m'am, Crispy or Original? Imagine you break up with your guy. When you try to show concern, and he chided you with a hostile attitude 'CUT THE HYPOCRISPY WILL YOU?!'. I seriously wouldn't know if I would be upset, or silently sniggering. It's just an imaginery scenerio. Dad came home with a cheque for me. A lump sum of pocket money. He has never done so before, and it felt weird. He was worried I might scrimp too much to stick to my $200 a month budget. I hope it doesn't activate my spending genes. We then discussed about the appeal of my employment pass, and the eventual aim of my Singapore Permanent Residency. Gee, wish me luck. I then got drunk. ON MY DINNER.  
No, I didn't have any blusher on. Ultimate disgrace, I named it. I didn't even have a bowl of the rice wine chicken my mum prepared. I just poured some onto my rice and ate a few pieces of the chicken meat, and I turned absolutely scarlet. Met up with 3 other couples for a midnight screening of King Arthur. Royston had booked 3 pairs of tickets online for himself and Debbie, Ted and Lily, Philip and me. Philip messaged me while he was in church to invite more people to join. Eventually, most gave it a pass, but Eileen and Dave joined us *yippee*. However, Ted eventually had to be the one making the booking cos the miser in Royston didn't want to give into the extra $0.70 booking charge. Had nice McDonald's supper before heading up to the cinemas. Met Shijie, my secondary 3/4 classmate. A girl whom I used to hang a lot with. She was with her husband. Yeap, she married last year. I am pretty disappointed with the show. Not that it was bad. The raves and hypes just didn't match up. Wait, Lancelot was HOT! HOT! HOT! Yummy! But, it was good comedy. Well, at least with the jokers sitting behind us, who provided us with undesired entertainment. A bunch of guys in their late teens or early twenties. I sat through their yakkings and mutterings throughout the film. Wait, even before the movie started. Some of the many dim-witted conversations rose my impulse to stick my fingers up their.. nostrils. But the reputation of my demurity meant too much to me. Road traffic commerical, showing a gixxer1000 K2 rider riding recklessly on the streets. Ending scene: A helmet was shown flinging off, perhaps signifying the death of the rider. A, with a tinge of fear in his voice: Wah, you see, so horrible, sit bike accident hor, the head also will fly out leh. Moments later, a Nokia advertisement, featuring a monster-like creature sitting under a tree in a park. A, with never-ceasing enthusiasm: Eh, what show is this? New show ah? When showing? B: Erm.. I think this is an advertisment. I tried shutting them out throughout the show. Philip was pinched by me whenever I hear silly conversations going on behind me. Who are they? The Saxons? How they get there? What they doing there? This is one is like that one huh? A: Wah! They so fast can reach there already ah? How they get there ah? In a bid to sound intellectual(-ly challenged): So fast! They sit bus ah! I admire his friends for their persistent patience. I certainly hope I kept my laughters soft enough. Came home to a feast of durians, rice wine chicken and pratas as supper. My burp was heavenly. Deadly combination. Once again, I got tipsy on the chicken, and Philip teased me mercilessly about my lack of alcohol tolerance. Philip and I slept through the entire Saturday. He wasn't feeling too well and had an early night. Tucked him in, and had wanted to sleep early, but a series of chats online kept me occupied till late. When a person says 'I feel soooooo guilty', it is only used to make himself seem less guilty. Hypocrispy(oops) at its best. Finally went to bed at 4 plus, only to wake at 6 plus to a horrible nightmare, involving my parents. One of those few nightmares which will get me shouting in my sleep. Signs of stress, perhaps? At least, there's someone hugging me, hushing me, assuring me it was just a nightmare this time. For that, I'm thankful. It unsettled me. Slept for another couple of hours, before I dragged myself to church. Something I haven't been doing for a long, long while. Wonder was it one of the contributing factors to my nightmare. It felt fantastic. I want to re-establish my relationship with God, and yet I ain't making enough efforts to do so *guilty*. I have to stop escaping, I guess. Excuses. I can be a real grumpy ass when I am dopey. Despite my lack of sleep, I went on to have a nice Sunday afternoon which I thoroughly enjoy. It was a walk-fest, and I bet I overworked his muscles with all that walking. Lunch at Plaza Singapura was a simple affair. Took a train to City Hall for some shopping. Walked around Raffles City, where we chanced upon Andrew and Selena. They were shopping for some joint supplements for Philip's injury. How coincidental when we saw them at the cashier, and they immediately hand the glucosamine pills to Philip. How sweet a gesture is that. It was there where I saw the Christian Dior lip gloss. Aww... He had wanted to get me more 'flowers'(those cutish looking ones), but I didn't want the money to go wasted. Walked on to Esplanade, scurried in and out of the shops along Citylink mall, while looking for a nice cafe to settle down. Then again, nothing much appealed to us, and we decided to sit by the stairs in the sun, while enjoying the beauty of the sea. I feel like a dating teenager again. It was there where I met Lilin, a secondary 1/2 classmate of mine(what's with me and ex-classmates?). Saw her on television recently after winning a SEA games medal. Wow. Amazing. She was the quiet sort in secondary school, and I definitely didn't expect she would become an athlete. Saw this outside one of the restaurants, and the voyeur in me acted up. 
Next on our route was One Fullerton. Baker's Inn had nothing much to offer, and we moved on to Fullerton. Nothing much either! *grumble grumble* Outside of Fullerton Hotel, we saw these cutie stoney people. 
Look at those huge arms. What are those?! 
It's raining men! Hallelujah! It's raining men. Woah O Woah. 
We're pretty lame, I know, I know. 
OMG, those horrid lardy arms. How devastating. It was then did we realise we were actually at Boat Quay! Where the late noon sun was toasting us. 
The big bird was inviting.  
No idea what am I doing? Okay, I am trying to act as a pile of splattering bird shit in the picture on the left, and trying to catch the egg in the 2nd. Creativity, you know. 
You make out what this is then.  
Well, the man was eager to take pictures with 'his' street, as I tried my very best to take the street sign home with me. Finally, we settled for the Burger King at Phillip Street, which was a ghost town on a Sunday. Whooper Meal at $3.90! Cheap! Cheap! The savings tempted us to take a cabride home instead to catch the airing of MotoGP. I shan't disguise my joy when Gibernau crashed out. Muahahaha. But darn, the tyre problems meant my Rossi baby had to settle for 4th. Watched Cold Mountain on VCD. I don't like movies with sad endings. Especially love stories. 'Nuff said. It was the 3rd night he stayed over to cuddle me to sleep. What a bliss. Was too tired, and slept early at 2am. Wow, those who know me well would know what a miracle it was. It was all the way till 3.30pm this afternoon, before we end our quality time with a lunch at a coffeeshop nearby. Claris saw an appalling incident today. She saw 2 of her friends munching on each other's lips like nobody business. Problem was, the girl in the question is attached to ANOTHER guy friend of hers. Juicy stuff, ain't it? The expressions when they met her glance, in her words, were priceless. I can't say the word CHEAP enough. I don't like that word, but it's apt. I realised excuses don't make a person less guilty. Excuses, are still, excuses. Only further illustrates how low the person is. Speaks volume about the credibility of a person. But nevertheless, I believe they will never have true happiness. It would never be a blessed relationship anyway. It's a matter of time someone will do the same thing back to her, I think. I believe in karma baby, karma. Muahaha. I am evil. But, they deserved to be cursed, don't they? I hope the innocent boy will find out, and her mask ripped off, shamefaced. Oops, this post has gotten a tad too long. Oh, before I forget, here's an early Happy birthday to Ailee. *grin* Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 10:26 PM ⢠Sunday, July 18, 2004 ⢠SLEEP-TALKINGI am tired. Exhausted. Will leave the blogging task till tomorrow then. Will be back tomorrow in the evening with some pictures. Yippeee.. Blogger is having these incredible functions. So exciting. Do I sense that I have to have a credit card in hand just in case they gonna charge us soon? *shudders* I yearn for Christian Dior Addict lip gloss. I crave for a white collar-chain too. With a pretty flower, preferably. Some Godiva chocolates, please. I sense the hormones acting up again. A soothing, enchanting jazzy disc. Music calms me. I desire a black MNG lacey nightie. It's only 13 bucks. Slim, toned arms. They are growing out of proportions. So is the cushioned area round the tum tum. Taller nose, bigger boobies. Oh, these 2 can wait. Oh, maybe a brazilian wax too. It's fun. So, what are you waiting for? You may start chipping in your donations now. I promise I will don whichever item you sponsor, and pose for a picture. Exclusive rights. Dream on. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 9:43 PM ⢠Thursday, July 15, 2004 ⢠BABES ALERT!The victim decided to call up the other woman in the picture. 9 months, no, 9 blardy months to be exact, that it had been going on. She's shattered, and its not hard to see why. 9 months of deception. Brilliant work of a con-artist. Should she laugh at herself for her lack of awareness? I met 'the other woman' yesterday. She sucked in a breath of nicotine coolly, as she briefly illustrated the 9 months affair. I don't like it when I am 'involved' with all parties. It would be better if I can just conveniently take sides and be as bias as possible. Seeing her in person made my heart twitch. Can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sympathy. I saw something fragile, as if. Yet, I didn't want to believe so. She believed he was the one. But no, he was too wimpish to stand up for her. How dangerous it is to assume someone is THE ONE. It seemed surreal. Especially someone who appeared emotionally-detached. An act-tough front? But he's attached. He's not happy, she claimed. He's only filled with joy with her around. It's unfair for both ladies, I think. Two wrecked lives. She's suffering too, I sensed, especially after the confrontation. Or am I just trying to create excuse for her cos she's my friend? He didn't stand up for her. He shrunk into his own tortoise shell and didn't dare to pluck up the courage to choose. I saw a tinge of hurt in her, for he didn't do what she expected him to. Perhaps I should push all blame to men. The cowardice of men. The irresponsibility of men. I despise him for not fighting his own happiness, and complicated things to this stage. Why don't they just die? Shameless men. What a way to end my night. Went to Wheelock place in the heavy downpour. I had an exceptionally chatty cab driver. Though I was half an hour late, I was still one of the earliest, which I pretty much expected, especially when it comes to this pretty group. Well, babes all need time to dress up, don't they? It's silly that Wheelock place has absolutely no shelter for passengers get-off. I only had to run 2 metres to the shelter. But, the shower was so intense that I was all drenched and cold. Not to mention my hair became as flat as my boobs. How awful. Met the ladies at Big-O. Turn out was pretty great, a dozen of us were there. Some of them had dinner, but the pricey menu put me off. I am a real scrooge, remember? Eventually, I nipped some calamari off Uma's plate, and the piece of birthday cheesecake kept my tummy slightly occupied. I wolved down the yummy cheesecake, and finished Uma's for her. 
The empty plate was mine. Look at everyone's plate and you would know what kind of lightning speed it was. Condensed with lotsa bitchings, gossips, lamentings and secret sharings. Girls' talk basically. Especially the juicy, saucy talks with Uma, Peining and Eileen(Tan), which left me in stitches. So, what's your preference? Army's camouflaged smartfold, or the crisp and proper army office-like uniform? *wink wink* Muahahahaha. Personally, each has its appeal. The thought is getting me all excited. I simply love uniform. Best is a 16 year-old lad in school uniform. Muahaha. Joking, obviously. Out of those who attended the dinner, only Sherry, Wenmei, Lihui and me proceed on to Double O for a night of grooving. It was there where I further affirmed my SPG status. Bleah. *grumble grumble* I bet he was above 1.9m. *scary* I was nearly gone after downing 4 SIPS of flavoured shot. WEAKLING! I am such a bad, bad drinker. Jacqueline was there with her boyfriend too. It amazes me how she always oozes grace and poise. It's as if she's not walking on the same ground as we do. She seems to float, unlike me, clumsily stomping the ground everywhere I go. Beauty queen, that's why. Left the club pretty early at 1am, and headed home in a shared cab with Lihui. Heard quite a scary accident happened on Monday's evening. Some familiar face in the biking circle. The details are a little gloomy, and however I see it, the case could be very bleak for him. Keep them in your prayers. Though we do not know him well, we still pretty much hope everything will go on well for him. Was contemplating to visit him, but it is pretty inconvenient for Philip. Such news always bring me down into the pits. Okay, solemn stuffs aside. It's, yup, you got it, pictures time! Yippeeeeeeeeeeee! 
Roumin and Me 
Wenmei, Huiling and the covered-face monster. 
Eileen(Tan), the clown, and Wenmei. 
The 2 birthday babes, Roumin and Wenmei! 
Fengmin, Peining, Uma and me. 
Bunch of lovelies. 
Gorgeous, aren't they? 
11 out of the 12 babes(Lihui was late). Not really bright enough, I shall get a copy from Wenmei's camera, and post it up promptly. Yummy! The flash-hungry people brought their antics into the toilet, and ended their night with these 2 shots: 
Wipe that sticky, gooey... saliva off the tip of your mouth. It's unsightly, ya know. Verdict: 1 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 6:21 PM ⢠Wednesday, July 14, 2004 ⢠SHAMELESSAhem. A bitchy post, yes. Actually, not necessary. Well, seems like I am getting lazy. So are the people reading. I manifested various species of moulds and fungus on Monday and Tuesday in the comfort of my room. The only thing worth mentioning was the dream I woke up to today. It involved my primary school crush, and somehow we had some kind of forbidden romance in the dream, where he hugged me close to him, wiping my tears away. As adults, not children, please. Lifeless. No wonder nobody reads my blog anymore. Muahaha. Perhaps the next entry would be more juicy. It's ladies' night out today! To celebrate Wenmei's and Roumin's birthday. I am really excited cos they are a bunch of gorgeous babes with brains and characters to boot. Wait, I gotta make sure I am in my tallest heels cos I am one of the more vertically challenged ones in the group. How devastating. Of cos, that would make my pictures sparkle. But my picture-fest always turn out a disappointment because all the girls would be armed with a camera each, and we would be stuck in the same pose until all 10 cameras are done. But wait, the sky is a hue of greyness now, and the rattling on my windows' panels broke the not-so-good news. It's pouring. The babes would have a tough time making their way down to town, I suppose. Well, I don't think I can portray a picture of radiance if I'm drenched from head to toe. Argh. Still looking forward to the night. I skipped an audition for HP print ad today. Just wasn't in the right condition to be out in the teasing weather. Oh oh. Back to topic of the day. Though I am rotting my time away for these couple of days, but the dramas that took place kept the readily available Aunt Agony occupied. Not gossips, but friends who poured out their woes and lamented their misery to me. I realised how absurd people around us can be. Let's just say that the goods and bads in the stories are all people whom I personally know. In cases like this, who do you side? And would you still defend them knowing they are in the wrong? Well, I ain't so sure anymore. It's weird that these people became the very source of disappointment. Is there no justice at all? I feel frustrated. Angry, in fact. For my very friends are treated with indignity. So, pardon me for the harsh words. Case #1 I had kept my phone off, and finally decided to switch it on. The moment the screen did its rituals and operate the phone, a call came in. Unfamiliar cell phone number. I heard some sobbings and incoherant talks down the phone, and couldn't quite make out who it was. I then pieced some words like 'birthday, cake...' together and realised it was B. It was her birthday. She was bawling uncontrollably, and it tensed me up. No birthday girl should ever be in such misery. To cut a long story short, her boyfriend screwed up her birthday with his insincerity. She had told me earlier he would definitely ruin it, and he did. She had wanted to have a quiet night at home with her family initially, but decided to give a chance to the guy to prove otherwise. So, when she realised how patronising the guy was, and the lack of preparation due to his heavy soccer betting losses, she was clearly bitter. Not the first time. When she saw the cake in the boyfriend's hand slightly tilted, she alerted him so. Guess what the son-of-a-bitch did? He slammed the cake onto the ground, and walked away. She was in a state of shock, and started crying. Thus, the call. What a way to ruin your girlfriend's birthday. Shame on you. Then, she hung up the phone promptly, telling me he's back. Subsequently, there wasn't any more calls, and I assumed they had kissed and made up. Till a sms came in. 'He came back to step on the cake and tried to step on the 3 stalks of flower.' In his spiteful attempt, he went back to fuel the fire, adding on to her misery. Mean, very mean. Cruel jerks. Why don't they just die? No, it's not a mean thing, it's just a quote from a friend, and I thought it's funny. I like. I hope her shattered heart is healed, and the disappointment gone. Case #2 Think I briefly mentioned it before. So I am just gonna keep this short. A girl's boyfriend had a secret affair. She doesn't really enjoy biking and that created the perfect chance for the boyfriend to fall for someone else in the circle. Point is, this pair of adulterous couple decided to have the best of both worlds, having a secret affair while keeping their currently-running relationships. My friend decided to pretend nothing ever happened. My friend acted mute, and didn't want to expose that the adulterous couple had slept together before. My friend gave chance. The other girl in question is also a friend of mine. So now, I'm stuck. I feel like telling her in the face how selfish she is. But no, she would put on a righteous front to deny it. She would wanna continue looking every part of an angel so her reputation and image wouldn't be spoilt. Poor girl, I hope she be strong. Darn the guy, I hope he rots and have Sexually Transmitted Diseases. I don't know if I ever can have that kind of magnanimous attitude not to confront the guy and make a big fuss. I can't eat mute pie. I am just not that kind of person. I don't know to admire my friend, or to mock at the silliness within. Case #3 Not relationship stuff for a change. It could sound rather funny. Was having a conversation with P last night. As much as he's someone widely misunderstood, I realised he's an immensely tolerant person, with a patient character to boot. Not someone who's easily agitated. One day, at some usual biker coffee-meeting, he's supposed to meet another common friend of ours, Y. He arrived to see an unfamiliar female face, laughing weirdly to herself. He gave a puzzled look cos he's trying to make out if this female is a friend of his. That, apparently, offended the lady. The lady is a friend of our common friend, Y. Y was really pissed after this particular incident, too. He claimed he was so indignant about the girl's freaking attitude that he wished he could pour water over her head, and gave her a tight slap. From what I know, Y is a superbly tolerant person too. Not to forget, to girls, especially. Hahaha. So when I heard how he related it to me, I myself was puzzled what could cause such an adverse reaction from him. In his point, she was 'rude to the point until its disgusting'. Y narrated that she started acting weird after P arrived, giving her the puzzled look. Y: 'then she keep looking at P in an angry manner and glance away (F..KING HOSTILE)' *imagine eyes open big big staring, and then purposely turn away) Y: 'den P tried to ease the situation by offering a handshake and introducing himself' Her reaction? She ignored the handshake and looked away. Then she snapped her name at him. One word in a stone-cold tone. P gave a puzzled reaction, cos he still didn't know what was happening. He didn't even realise the hostility was aiming at him. He looked at the 2 guys present, and gave an innocent 'what's wrong' look. She suddenly let rip, and shouted 'ANY PROBLEM?!?!?!' at P. Well, Y had always been understanding towards the girl's outburst, cos apparently it's known that she has quite a harsh past, but this time, I was a little taken aback with Y's dwindling patience. Perhaps it reached the limit somehow. Then again, I heard that before her harsh past, her attitude was much, much worse. *Gasp in disbelief* Ego? Conceivably. Case #4 Mum interrupted me when I was saying grace for dinner last night. She asked if I know this particular auntie who is in some Hakka clan together with my dad. I remember her as the auntie who is always VERY nice to me, and gave me 100 bucks of ang bao last year. But not someone I am comfortable around with. So apparently, she has been leeching my dad. Waiting for my dad to finish his mahjong sessions every night even though he might end at 3 or 4 in the morning. Reason being? She wanted a free lift cos the midnight charge is expensive. But, she doesn't have anything to do there, and could leave before midnight, unlike those compulsive gamblers(don't quote me on that). Sometimes if my dad returns to Jurong, she would also gladly drop off at Jurong to make way back to Woodlands herself. And she is very 'automatic'. Sometimes when people buy dinner or newspaper, she would volunteer my dad to pay for everyone. Don't get what I mean? Someone sent the papers to the clan every night. And when the person arrives, she would go 'Big brother(the affectionate term for my dad, yes), give money!' It's not the money that's the issue here. It's like, who the hell is she to make decisions? Then, apparently, she had been going around telling people how my auntie(dad's sister) and grandma adored her, asking her out for dinner frequently. My auntie said she was the one always calling them up, asking them out for dinner. So, she likes to fuss over my dad. That got everyone in the clan talking, cos no one likes her. And she's like what? 50+? Reaching 60? My dad? He's no Sean Connery and he's already 63. She wanna leech around and take everything for granted as if she's my dad's woman. Yucks. How shameless can one get? Now I know that all those things she did for me were for a purpose. *sneer* Well, I am running late. I am disgusted by shameless people. Yikes. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 4:36 PM ⢠Monday, July 12, 2004 ⢠PHILIP'S DAYI was violated today. I am oh-so-traumatised. Hailed a cab in Woodlands to proceed to the checkpoint. As it approached Marsiling, I felt something roaming on my left thigh. The ticklish sensation on my bare skin shook me up from my daze. The sensation went on to my right thigh. I regretted wearing a dress for the day. As the street lights cast onto my thigh, I took a quick glance below. It was then the hazy sihouette of the monster's hands outraging my modesty became clear. I jumped in my seat and stood up. Wait, that was AFTER I gave a bloodcurdling shrill. Bleah, it's no mean feat to stand up in a cab, so I had to bend over to the front passenger's seat. That son-of-a-cockroach. Of course, cockroaches are common sights on buses and cabs, but not the full-grown adult pest! I could vaguely remember what I shouted. But I remember saying 'Uncle!! Cockroach! BIG BIG one!' In between embarrassed laughters 'Oh, hahaha, just on the light it will run away already.' DUH! Where would it run to? It's enclosed area, please. Onto my body? My hair? Sitting quietly beside my toes??? Though I was dead certain the uncle was already half-deaf from my relentless screeches, he was still able to hear my desperate pleas. 'UNCLE!!! STOP!! LET ME DOWN!! I PAY YOU MONEY!! LET ME GET OFF!!' Couldn't stop trembling after that. Can you imagine the horror if it had made its way up to my.. oh, erm, nevermind. It would be darn freaking disgusting. For me, please, not the cockroach. As I got off the cab, I hailed one which stopped directly behind it. I was in extreme paranoia. I could feel something tickling my arms. Did the cockroach leech itself on my bag and hop onto the other cab with me?! I twitched. Oh, my hair. Twitched again. This time, oh, my bag's strap. Twitched again. Oh, the string on my dress. Twitched again. Oh, my imagination. As if it wasn't enough, the wind is howling, the sky is flashing, and the thunders are raving as I typed this. *shivering in fear* Grr..... *curse curse swear swear* Had a long talk with a friend of mine earlier on, on my way back home from Woodlands. Somehow I feel devastated for this friend. I believe many people are trapped in unhappy relationships, yet reluctant to let go. Worse, to trap in a relationship when lies and cheating are rampant. But I can understand that everyone would love to paint a perfect picture of him/herself. Who doesn't? As much as I feel injustice and know the obvious, I wish I have a baseball bat to wallop those who are still deluded. May the truth come to light. In the meantime, two-timers ought to be shot. Unless, of course, your partner knows about it, and accepts it. Muahaha. Wait, breaking up with one girl to be with another doesn't make you look any less guilty. Equally cheap. Why do we girls always tend to stand at the losing end? Then again, do we? Come to think of it, there's another girl out there at the victorious end having a sly grin over her newly won battle. The whore is a female too! For every broken heart, there's a slut out there. So, don't be quick to jump onto your female friends' defense the next time round. There are people out there you ought to beware of. Manipulative and scheming. Of course, they wouldn't show it. Well, I almost slept the day away on a lazy, cosy Sunday. Was exhausted from Saturday, and the retiring time of 4am means I couldn't wake up for today's service. Philip stayed the night over, and he managed to drag himself to church alone. He came back at noon, and we had lunch. Straight after that, we napped till 5.30pm, and reluctantly escaped from slumberland. Supposed to meet his dad and grandmother for dinner at Yishun, thus, could sleep no further. Went back to Woodlands after the dinner, and sat at the park, talked, and played around the fitness corner, before walking quite a distance to some bus stop, hoping to catch a bus to checkpoint. Well, I should take the bus waiting time into consideration the next time, cos the wait proved to be lengthy, and I ended up taking the dreadful cab ride. Friday was lazy too. I planned to do some last minute shopping. When I got out of my house, it started pouring. As it was TOO last minute, I had to brave the shower to get to Jurong East central. I had wanted to get some construction papers for Philip's birthday. Went over to NTUC to get some chocolates and marshmellows. I was in such a daze that I walked out of the supermarket without my purchases, only to realise it after 10 or 15 minutes. Gee.. Rushed home to work on my construction papers, before dad sent me to Tuas checkpoint. Ahh.. finally, Saturday came. Always a day which brings lotsa mixed emotions. It was Shubin's death anniversary too. Sigh. I shan't taint the joyous mood with depressing stuff. I shall save my usual ramblings, and say it with pictures!! Woke up early to find Marmee fussing in the kitchen. She had been exceptionally sweet for the preparation of Philip's birthday. Unfortunately, the birthday boy was down with a runny nose, and stiff neck. He couldn't turn his head left or right at all! Since he strained his left neck, he was like a stroke patient who had immobile left neck, left arm(his operated arm), and left leg(the dislocated leg). We planned a potluck, and that saved costs and hassles on our part. You would think potluck means tidbits and lousy fingerfood, eh? WRONG! After the session on Saturday, I think catering and BBQs are wastes of money. Guests started pouring in at 6. We had food enough to feed a nation, not to mention 20 of us. Everyone contributed generously, and they were helping out with all their hearts and souls. I can't the word 'sweet' enough. Once again, heartfelt thanks too all the lovely people who made it possible. 
You think this is a lot? That was only what we had on 1 table. 
This is what we had on another. What's with everyone's corny expressions anyway? Only Lily and Eileen look sweet in the picture. Muahahaha. Ah, and here's the salivating menu and the contributors for the night. 2 white chickens -- Royston and Debbie 2 bottles of red wine -- Lawrence Cheese Pasta, Agar Agar, Mango Pudding -- Cat and Ben 3 cartons of Drinks -- Philip(yes, birthday boy contributed too) Pasta -- Ted and Lily Fried hash browns, chicken nuggets, fillets -- Eileen and Dave Grapes, chicken patties, bread, Geylang's Beef Hor Fun -- Willie and Joanne Fried popiah, curry chicken, bee hoon, fried rice, fries, roast duck -- My mum(yes, the ultimate sweety in this event) Cheese cake -- Serene and Ben We stuffed our silly. I wonder how did all of us survive that? 
The birthday boy and the silly kiddish wordings from the construction papers. Muahaha. See the silly board? He hid the board after the party in fear we would force him to wear it out. Besides the sporting crowd, we had some special guests who livened up the party too! The 4, erm, no, 3 bitches, and the horny Rex. Wooo yeah, we had 4 doggies! A maltese, a miniature schnauzer, and 2 chihuahuas. Though Rex is usually not turned on by Creamy, but he was so excited around the 2 chihuahuas that Kenneth had to tie him to a door along the corridor, away from the happening crowd in the hall. Awww.. poor baby. But he was too overwhelming, and was jumping onto everyone and anyone who was indulging in the food. Maybe he was hungry, maybe he was horny. The allure of the 2 chihuahuas proved too much for him. He ejaculated some whitish mucus-like thingy from his you-know-where. *gasp in disbelief* Wow. How did he do it by himself?! I didn't know dogs could masturbate. Then again, I deduce he had an orgasm without doing anything. Unless he shagged my door. Graceful Creamy proved to be the favourite, perhaps chihuahuas are too skinny for everyone's liking. 
The babes! No prize for guessing who is the one with covered face.  
That's me and Creamy. The picture on the right is rather suggestive eh? Hahaha, it looks like Rex licking Creamy, and Creamy trying on Cat. Okay, that's just me thinking dirty. Well, you can't blame me after all the corny picture-taking on the fun-filled night. If you're under 18(or if you're Cat's younger sista *gringrin*), please leave the site now. Thank you. Not as if you would anyway! Most importantly, Cat was around. 
See! She could even look like a Japanese AV girl just by eating. With her around, my reservations were gone. Wanna know how kinky we could get, please refer to my 8 March 2004 post. Or if you're lazy, here's the illustrations.  
Muahahaha. Big and yummy! The most innocent victim of the night has got to be him: 
Hey peepz, meet Totti, his moniker was derived from yes, the soccer player. He was abused, violated and assaulted throughout the day. He went for a swim with Zachary and parents in the late noon, only to return for more torturous depravations.  
I am not going to do any description on these. 
*cough cough cough cough* *choke choke choke choke* Muahahaha. This gotta be my all-time favourite picture of Philip. You think that's bad? 
Well, hmm, let your imagination roam then. Muahahahahaha. Okay, enough of horny pictures. Some decent pictures of those who attended the warm gathering, of course, the ever changing expressions of the birthday boy.  
Well, Ted always look silly, and I don't know why. He hates me(but Phil insists he's a sweetie *shrugs*), so I am going to uglify him in my blog without posting the proper picture. Muahaha *evil laughs* But darn, Lily always look so gorgeous in contrast! Philip adores the picture he took with Joanne and Willie, cos he's so proud he could do an one-sided cock-eye ala Mike Myers in View from the top. *roll eyes*  
Left: Hmm, what's Philip so afraid of in the picture? *stifling giggles* The chihuahua? Debbie? Or Royston? Right: That has gotta be the gayest picture of Philip, with Lawrence and Hongkun. OMG.. look at THAT piece of meat. Wait, not the piece of lard in front, but the intimidating biceps. Woohoo. Awww...... And of course, the lady with the masked face: 
The load of gorgeous people and animals at the party: 
And there's always room for cheekiness... 
We quickly gobbled up our cheesecake as we were rushing for time, and sadly I only ate one tiny piece of it. *whines* I love cakes. Actually, I love everything sinful. Philip packed the leftover stuffs into smaller plastic bags, with one hash brown, one popiah, 3 nuggets or so. There were almost 10 of such packets, and we brought them ALL out. Thankfully, the wonderful ladies helped with the cleaning up, and there was little left for my mum(who went out to leave the house all to ourselves, and only came back just before cake-cutting.) by the time we left home. Mum saw Rex and she was the only one throughout the night who showered him with attention. He jumped onto my mum, and licked her face profusely. This time, my mum actually showed him soooooooo much love. Well, those who read my blog would remember how my mum used to scream 'You so naughty and smelly! I'm going to cut you up and cook curry!'. Unpredictable is women. Rex grew a whole lot handsome-r with his new hairstyle, and that's why my mum adored him. She even went to the door to send him off, and waved bye to Rex, who was at the lift. The doggie responded by scrambling to her, and came back into the house, as if refusing to leave with the group. Aww.. it was quite a sweet sight actually. Most of us then scurried down to Jurong Point for.. 
I kinda like the show, but Philip missed quite a major portion cos he had a tummy upset and had to leave the theatre to clear his bowels. Muahaha. How anti-climax is that? Spent quite an hour or so in bed reviewing the entire day's event, and had a prayer to thank the Lord for such wonderful pals. I love great friends, they brighten up the world. Been a long while since we had such a gathering where everyone feels at ease, and with lotsa hearts and efforts thrown in. I know this sounds stupid, but when I was thinking back the day, the people, my mum, and hearing Philip repeatedly swooning 'Fill-in-random-name-here is so sweet' actually brought tears to my eyes. I diverted my thoughts to stop the drip. Miss Emotional, what can I say? Happy birthday sweetie. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 2:23 AM ⢠Thursday, July 08, 2004 ⢠LOSING ITI seem to lose the zest for blogging. I guess the stagnancy of my favourite reads induced some sort of chain-reaction on me. I will make this an extremely boring one then. Really. Met up with Pastor Henry for lunch at Plaza Singapura on Tuesday. My mind drifted thousands of miles away halfway through due to my Attention Deficit Disorder. I get real fidgety though I am still listening to people, and absorb their points, yet, I will glance around, fiddling with objects, looking daze and anything but paying attention. Argh, seems like I never outgrew it since young. *shrugs* If ever you're conversing with me and noticing me seemingly faraway, I'm really listening, not that I find you a bore. Serious. I don't mean to be rude. I woke up at 9.30am FOR LUNCH! Duh. Who the hell wakes up so early for lunch? *grumble grumble* Met up with Philip at Jurong East MRT station, and he was 5 minutes late, which earned me a treat to the movies. *cheers* Yeay yeay! Pastor Henry is an incredible person. His patience and guidance never fails to awe me. Well well, especially to such an incorrigible person like me who keeps on denying my Lord. It was his treat at Cafe Cartel, and NEVER EVER try their pasta! It was just a plate filled with tomato puree, and I had to search for the macoroni ONE BY ONE to eat. There was hardly any, and I was left famished. Darn. A mistake was made when the staff placed our orders, and I ended up having a oreo cheesecake! What a bonus. *grin grin* Walked around Plaza Singapura and finally caught Day after Tomorrow(Yes, the long-ago movie. Wow! How slow can we get?!). Taking a break from my logical thinking, I actually enjoyed the show. Left for home. Daddee and Marmee went back to Johor and gave me a lift for my passport endorsing. Wednesday was so mundane that a fly would die of boredom just by monitoring my activities. Nothing, absolutely nothing. But I made some last-minute decisions and conceptualised Philip's birthday, and thank God that everything went on perfectly smooth, and things are starting to fall into place though every puny detail is my last grasp of efforts. So finally, the only productive thing that came out of Wednesday was the confirmation of plans and arrangements. Cool. I will be trying my hands at making fondue... *slurps slurps* Well, it better be delicious, hopefully it won't be a disappointment. I wouldn't want all the hassles to be miscarried. Couldn't get to sleep last night. Woke up with spotty skin. Tsk. Met up with Philip for lunch at Chinatown. Meeting place was Jurong East MRT again before we travelled down to town together. The drizzle made it extremely cosy for us, but added on the hassle-factors as we walked from one street to another to scout for good food. Result? We settled for coffeeshop food instead. So much for all the walking and searching. Went on looking for Neil Road in the rain, which by then, was gaining mass. I strutted around in my executive gear, with fading makeup, and damp, limp hair to top off my image. Oh yeah, Philip was damp and limping too. After walking in circles, we finally found the place, and it was blardy far from where we were. Grr... There was this very pleasant Caucasian lady who attended to me, and she was really assuring. It was yet another audition. Fortunately, there was a direct bus just outside the company which brought us to Jurong East central. Did a little shopping for the fondue. My day was filled with surprises. After more than 2 and half years together, it almost slipped my mind that my baby could be romantic too. On our trip to town, he whipped out a box of Belgian chocolate hearts and a Mon Cheri chocolates to cheer me on. On our way back to Jurong on bus 197, he actually gave me flowers! Well, not real flowers, but cute, flattened flowers in the form of a fridge magnet! How lovable is that? Yup yup, that's it in the picture. The red and blue man-shaped magnets were his purchases for me from Ikea last Sunday. *silly grin* 
When we were done with supermarket shopping, we came back to my place, and I saw yet another surprise. A hippopotamus coaster plastered to the fridge with the flowery magnet! Awww... *smitten smitten* That pretty much ends my boring 3-day recap. Nothing much. Really. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 11:57 PM ⢠Monday, July 05, 2004 ⢠SPORTS NIGHTThat pretty much sums up my weekend. Consecutive sports actions which resulted in 2 disappointments and a sole gladness. Philip spent the night over for the sports-channel binging, after dinner with rest of the lads at ABC(why the name ABC huh?) market in Bukit Merah. His wound is healing fast, and once it's healed, he'd be heading for his knee-reconstruction surgery, and that's another 3 months medical leave to come. 
See, it's becoming like, er, erm, sashimi(?)! Hahaha. I love traumatising you guys visually. Formula 1 racing, followed by MotoGP, and then it was the finals of EURO 2004. The session was peppered by red wine, cappuccino pop corn, Guylian seashell chocolate. It should have been exciting. But, no. Michael Schumacher won. He's truly a legend. No one could doubt how reliable the scarlet machine is, and the driver is in a league of his own. I am glad. Adore him since 5 years ago, and he never fail to impress. To the extent that it's getting boring. Then, the night turned devastating. MotoGP. There were cheers when Gibernau crashed out. There was silence when my Rossi baby followed so as the race progressed. In a drunken slur, I joked that Kato's(some Japanese rider who died racing, Gibernau's ex-teammate) spirit might have disturbed Rossi's bike, taking him out cos Gibernau(Rossi's closest rival) was out. Today, the creepy find was, the eventual winner, who is a Japanese, dedicated the win to his best pal. Guess who. Yeap. It was Kato's birthday yesterday *shudders*. Okay, that's just me trying to create some freaky atmosphere here. Aww, looking at the hairy man's forlorn face, I wish I could dip him in my flat bosom, hanging onto his head tightly, stroking his hair, telling him everything is alright, and I still love him all the same. *lovey face* Oops. I got carried away, didn't I? Portugal V Greece was pretty boring as I expected it to be. I thought Greece would win, though I was rooting for Portugal. I can't stand the sight of dejection. My heart shattered when Ronaldo wept like a baby as the tournament drew an end, with his side losing. I wish I could dip him in my flat bosom, clinging him tightly, stroking his hair, hushing him, wiping his tears away, telling him everything is alright, and I still love him all the same. *lovey face* Ahem. Wait a minute, where am I getting? Muahahaha. Nothing worth mentioning about Saturday. Home imprisonment, I named it. Couch potato, I was. I either turned right towards my monitor, typing ferociously on the keyboard, or turned left towards the television, channel-surfing furiously. Bored. Let me say that again. BORED! BORED! BORED! Couldn't seem to fall asleep with my cluttered mind. Parents got home(yes, *roll eyes* they are still in Singapore) at only 5 in the morning, with supper. I sneaked out and finished the box of Nasi Lemak, feeling less than satisfied. I've got an insatiable appetite. Gee. Missed church as usual. But managed to get up early to meet Philip and some of the biking guys for lunch at Jalan Besar hawker. I was getting immensely bus-sick after 45 minutes of bus ride, and I missed the stop cos I wasn't familiar with the one-way route. How silly. And darn, the clouds couldn't hold, and the sky showered. Took a $2.80 cab ride to where the guys were already are. Ted, Lily, Eileen and Dave had already finished their lunch, leaving poor ol' Phil waiting for me. Philip wanted to have what Ted had, and Tender Ted ordered for him from the same stall he got his noodles from. Ting got lazy, and didn't want to walk the distance. So when the young tubby chap brought the noodles over, I jumped on the chance. 'Erm, give me one more bowl of fishball noodles, please, slim noodles.' He gave an impatient look as if saying 'Why never order together?!' and walked away. By the time he brought my noodles, it was his 3rd trip. He had a dollar change for Philip, and I had only a dollar with me, chalking up to $2 only. With his impatience, I didn't search on further, and I gave him a 10-dollar note instead. Guess what? He didn't bring any change for me, and he gave an exasperated look before dragging him feet back to his stall(which wasn't really near to us) to get change for me. Then as I started to dig further, oh! I found enough change in my purse. Oops. And Ted could have offered the dollar coin on the table to ease the chap's job. But NOOOOOOO. When he brought the change back, it was his 4th walk to us, and he had a face which makes the perfect storm look peaceful. He didn't show it or vent it out on us, but all of us could feel the suppression, and trying hard not to laugh. We didn't want to be mean. Just in case he thought we are just taking the mickey out of him, I decided to keep the found change, and not offer them to him. Imagine if I had said 'Oh! I found some change just now when you walked back to the stall.. '. I don't think I will leave that place alive. David, Royston, Debbie and Kenneth joined us shortly after. Kenneth ordered bee hoon soup from, you guessed it, the same stall. This time, we were anticipating some roaches and wormies to be found in the soup. Nah. He got his sister to send the noodles instead. Muahahahahahaha. In total, the pair made a total of 6 trips to our table. Left the place in Kenneth's van for Ikea since we had no concrete plans for the day. *excited* Kenneth's van nearly knocked into a kid who ran out from Anchorpoint's entrance, towards the bus stop, as we were driving towards the carpark in a slow speed. That left both of us reeling in shock. The absurd thing was, the daddy didn't reprimand the kid, but gave us dagger stares. He maintained the hostile eye-contact throughout even as he walked 20 metres away from us. DUH! Okay, no doubt it was a zebra crossing. Kenneth did stop and slow down as he approached the zebra crossing, checking for pedestrians. It wasn't as if the kid was waiting to cross the road by the side or something. He dashed from the sliding glass door suddenly, struggled his palm out of his daddy's grasp, without checking for vehicles as Kenneth proceeded on. The kid ought to be taught. But then looking how uncivilised the dad was, it's pretty no wonder. Ikea was busy and packed on a Sunday. It was even more chaotic as Royston, Debbie, David, Eileen, Dave, Philip and I wrecked havoc in the inducive environment. Ha! Ha! Ha! *evil laughs* We were greeted by this cutish chair as we entered. 
That's me with Eileen! *grin grin* I am so pretty without blocking my face, yuh? The guys attempted to trap me within, with the orange trishaw-like cover over me, and spin me round and round. I yelled for my release, and they gave up realising I am simply too fat for the chair. They didn't want to compensate for Ikea's loss, you see. David couldn't keep his hands off the giant ant I am kissing in the picture. Sadly, this was the only picture we managed to capture. We practically became their in-house designers as we changed their setup by setting one item belonged to one 'room' in the another 'room'. We saw one amusing, and truly absurd sight at Ikea's mattress section. Hilarious, and totally lame. There were many naked mattresses in the section which has no sheets, except for a layer of thick plastic firm at the bottom end of the mattresses. The layer of plastic firm is slotted in like how a matchstick-box casing does. Printed on the firm was a pair of shoe prints, with some words written beneath, inviting customers to try the softness and the springs of the mattresses, ranging from softest to firmest. Gee, they sound like they are selling breasts. Anyway, I tried hard to reconstruct the layout, but failed terribly. But, here's my miserable attempt. 
Okay, whatever. You get the idea *sheepish grin* As we entered that section, there were these 2 tall, slim, well-groomed ADULT females flanking the sides of the 'softest' mattress. 'Wahh, they inviting people to try the springs of the mattresses.. Eh, really very boing boing boing leh!' Looking at the plastic firm, upon seeing the shoe prints, bimbo number 1, in heels, continued 'Can stand on it and jump jump jump and try leh! Come we try!' Bimbo 2, standing at 1.72m tall, replied enthusiastically 'Eh yer! Really very boing boing boing leh' *pressing the mattress, squealing in delight* I wonder what were they so excited about. It's not as if they saw Cristiano Ronaldo fully naked or what. And how old are they? *sneer* Both look executive-like somemore, okay. After some frenzy and egging on, the both of them *gasp* climbed onto the mattress, and started boing boing boing on the mattress! The poor plastic sheet was screaming for help. Then, their partners whipped out a camera, and a sales person came over to stop them, from taking pictures, that is. So, no taking of pictures, and both women continued their boing boing boing. Later on, the husband of bimbo number 2, a man in early 30s, tried the springs by jumping on the bed as well. *roll eyes* He was jumping hard on it like a gymnast. He saw almost 7 other beds with the same plastic firm, and his group joked he should try 'boing-ing' one to another, throughout the show-room. *faints from shock* The partner of the other woman in heels(the biggest bimbo) was tempted to try, but didn't. Thank God he didn't make a fool outta himself. Later on, the quadret realised that the mattress was for people to try LYING DOWN, with their body full flat on the bed, and shoes on the plastic sheet, so it would not dirty the bed. We were watching sports in Ikea too! Boinging is a sport. We sympathise the people involved. It must have been such an embarrassment for them. But, at least they can laugh at themselves for it, despite drawing gasps and perplexed glares from the weekend crowd all around. Hilarious sight it was. It's funny how the staff didn't stop them from bouncing up and down on the bed, perhaps the staffs realised the ambiguity of the prints on the plastic firm, and it made sense for them to do so. So, they only stopped them from photography. I bet they were stifling so much laughter that they had to take over each other's shifts to take turns to go somewhere else and laugh their asses out. I'm in awe. Still am. So lame right? So childish right? And wonder why all the adults were so silly and stupid not to get what the plastic firm implies? Perhaps they are a bunch of elites, thinking out of the box. Give them props for courage. Wonder who these people are. Tsk... should hide their heads like ostriches do. Psst.. Eileen, don't tell people I ask you to boing boing boing okay? Then I won't tell people you boing boing boing with me. I also won't tell others Dave boing boing boing also, okay? But so sad hor, Philip couldn't boing boing boing cos of his injury *pout* Deal? Oops. I'm so humiliated that I am gonna kill myself. Bye, everyone. :P Bleah. *blush* Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 7:56 PM ⢠Saturday, July 03, 2004 ⢠KNOCK ME OUTAnyone has a baseball bat to spare? Golf club isn't too bad an idea either. I welcome other alternatives too. My head hurts. It freaking hurts. The tension above is squeezing the life out of me, and I wish the penalty Beckham missed would ram straight into my head, knocking me out cold. I feel nauseated. It pains me THAT much. It feels as if someone is making plaits out of my brains. Do I have a tumour of is my brain experiencing some kind of haemorrhage? CHOY. So, obviously, this is gonna be short, cos the fragile me could hardly muster any effort to make this long. Or maybe I should write a novel out of this entry, cos making my brain exercise might relieve the irritating ache? Yeah, right. The passport endorsing session scared the poo out of me on Wednesday night. 4 days. That was how long they permitted me to stay here in Singapore. Horror of horrors. The 2 EURO semi-final matches were a disappointment. Damn. Disappointment is an understatement. Stale and boring. URGH. Where's the zest? Where's the excitement? Where's the groove? There ain't no thrill! Ack! The last time I spent 2 intensive days of quality time with Philip was before his accident in March. He had an appointment at NUH yesterday, and bought lunch for the sleepyhead, who was still snoozing the noon away. Tsk. How cruel is Ting? She actually made a crippled hobbling on crutches buy her lunch. Devilish lady, she is. We went on to nap the entire afternoon away, till our growling tummies' protests were heard at 8 plus in the evening. Pizzahut/KFC then made a profit from the lazy bums who refused to go out of the house. Aww.. how I miss the cuddles and sweet little pecks. The intensive napping carried on at 11pm, till 2.30am, and we woke to catch the Greece V Czech match. Well, Philip was rooting for Czech cos of Liverpool's player Baros. Wahahaha. Liverpool are losers, as always. Oops. As the match ended, roars of the intimidating thunder were heard. I crawled under the cosy duvet cowardly, and inched nearer to my hero, before falling asleep in his arms as he pat me assuringly. 1st time in 3+ months okay!! I am so super-duper deprived of affections, and TLC. Awww *puppy eyes look* Eh, I had not wanted to sleep so early last night cos I had wanted to blog. But then my headache was already acting up, and I fell asleep unknowingly. Oh well *shrug* I thought I would have interrupted sleep since I had an overdose of rest for Thursday. Apparently, not so. I woke up at 3pm today. Gee, and my sleep was quality stuff. *satisfied grin* Mum and Dad came to Singapore today with dinner for both of us. Oh my God, she's really pampering me crazy these days. The usual 'You useless bum! You better wash the dishes after you finish dinner.. blarblarblar' has evolved into 'Don't worry about the dishes, don't need wash, put there and I will wash later.' See! See! The 360 degrees change. Even Philip was stifling his giggles when he noticed the mushy change. Rice wine chicken was fabulicious. We had to quickly gobble the good stuffs up as Royston scheduled to pick us up to Pasir Ris for Irene's birthday chalet at 7.30pm. A zealous uncle taking an evening walk with his wife started to make small talks with us while we were waiting, and kept saying about Philip being a golfer. Erm.. I think he got the wrong fella, and thought Philip is an avid golfer who got himself injured or some sort. Oh well. Duh. But then again, he meant well, and that warms. *grin* Happy birthday to the birthday girl, and she deservingly owns the day. Her relentless efforts of replenishing the barbequed food made us feel a little guilty that the birthday girl was put through the hassles. Sweet! Get to meet lots of the old-time friends. Been a long while since we last had such joyous gathering. Seeing Lily and Michelle is an instant bonus, especially when Lily had messaged me on Friendster out of the blue. Of course, there were a few loatheable faces there, and the most prominent was Angel. Eeek. I got a rude shock when a friend brought her along. I don't even know they know each other. How flabbergasting. Promiscuity is NOT appreciated by me. I detest such cheapness. They are a disgrace to womankind(mankind too). I don't need to illustrate why. They can sleep around for all I care, but if I know they are making use of my friends, hurhurhur they should know better than to do so. Of course, it would be a different story if they change for the better. Uh oh, the bitch in me is creeping out. Darn. As if I am a saint to criticise. Bleah. We had some unwelcome stares too but not that it bothers us as we have so much supportive friends who were aware of what exactly happened around. Muahahaha. Left Pasir Ris earlier while the others partied on. I had to rush for my usual passport endorsing, ya know. We took a little time off to gauge how Philip is doing on his road to recovery. 
Ahh.. at least he can now straddle a bike, though I could lift up the bike and balance it on my toes better than he does. *proud grin* A cab ride from Pasir Ris to Woodlands is more expensive than a midnight cab ride from Woodlands to Jurong. *wails* It doesn't help when the havoc in my head was making the ride unbearable for me. Carsick + Migraine is a deadly combination. However I have a good news to share. I have the usual 14 days of stay again. This time, I had Philip waiting for me at the Checkpoint's bus stop, before I sent him to Woodlands interchange for his feeder bus home, while I took a cab ride home from there. Another great, great news. *beams and cheers* I've got myself an assignment which pays me 150 bucks for 4 hours of work. No, not my face. No, not the audition I mentioned in the previous entry(I wish!). For some corporate video. I remember the audition I went for was for a jogging role or something, which I screwed up perfectly(is there anything I never screw up with?) with my unconceded giggling. Apparently, they deem my face to ugly for camera, but decided to offer me something else, which I don't have to show my face at all. Somehow, I am dead relieve upon hearing that. Well, I shall update more about the stint in time to come. Looking forward, and wonder what kind of jokes I'm gonna make out of myself in time to come. It's a shower scene. How exciting. *I hear the gasps!* I am supposed to reach out for a bottle of shampoo. Woo, 150 for that. I will gladly do it. Read: It's corporate video. Not for porn industry, please. Some chemical industry. Not viagra. Just something about how creative ideas dawn upon executives or something. No one would watch me in porn. Serious. Should I be sad that I've got an unpresentable face? *bows head low* At least I've got something to do, I'm happy. Verdict: 0 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 3:20 AM |
