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⢠Monday, May 16, 2005 ⢠HIGH ON TRIPROLIDINE HYDROCHLORIDEThe phone beeped at 2.52am, Hongsheng was on the other line, and was with Edward somewhere in Bedok, asking if I was free to meet up. These 2 had been my pals since the cretaceous period, and I don't remember the 3 of us meeting up together since 1997. The combination was indeed rare. I jumped on the chance, and 20 minutes later, we were having tea at a coffeeshop nearby my place, reminscing the good ol' days. It was as if I was teleported back to 8 years ago, when were slogging 'O' levels students. Now? A scholar, an eatery's boss and a, erm, bummer. How very sweet. With all the familiar but distant names brought up, it suddenly dawned upon me how much I have aged. Edward is finally back for good in Singapore from US, and Hongsheng has finally graduated from University. No one seemed to change much. I look forward to such fabulous meet up with the old friends again. *** The nasal congestion didn't clear at all, and I had troubles falling asleep. When I finally did, I felt the itch in the throat which choked me, and wouldn't stop coughing. Feverish. No good. Especially when I forsaw another extended day ahead. It wasn't even a fulfilling 4-hours sleep I had. *grumble grumble* I swear I had an out-of-body experience that very day. Not once, but a handful of times. I moved in and out of the room, trying to get on with my normal chores, only to find that I was floating on air. I hardly think I walked. I glided my way around, it seems, seeing how every objects sailed past me as I swept my gaze around the house. I don't think I felt my legs at all throughout the ordeal. I was starting to feel fearful that not enough oxygen had gone to my brain, causing a severe loss of the brilliant braincells I have so much within, hence reduced the heaviness. Perhaps I lost so much weight that I am not used to my newfound light-weightedness, I consoled myself. How to survive the day like that? I thought to myself. The green and gooey mucus wouldn't stop running and it was such a hideous sight that no man would ever want to marry me if they ever see me in such a state. The only way to last through my day was to head down to the doc's to get some fresh prescription then. *** I dressed up, piled on the girly coloured stuffs, and sashayed out of the flat. I was adamant to stick to public transport, until my not-so-short walk to the clinic proved me that it wasn't too ideal an idea at all. I was *cough* too glam for the streets. Must be. The clinic was busy and I didn't want to wait, so I got whatever I could over the counter. As much as I wanted the non-drowsy flu medicine, it wasn't included in my past prescription and I had to settle for Fedac instead. Got myself a bottle of cough syrup, so that it would be a cheaper alternative for me compared to alcohol. So I snuck it into the club, down the entire bottle, and lasted through the night. Yeah, right. Hopped on a cab to Four Season's Hotel, where PTO's annual dinner and dance was held. Cynthia had called me earlier that day to ask me if I wanna join them, and the prospects of glamming up for the occasion and free food are always quite enticing, don't you think? The cab ride was a mistake. I reached the hotel feeling immensely sick and pukish. My head was spinning and I was feeling disoriented. It was like I was there, but part of me wasn't there. The whole scenerio is like a blur to me now, and I could only piece vague details together. Everyone dressed up and was stunningly impressive for the evening, and I finally met up with some people whom I had communicated with, but not met face to face. Like, Chuan Teck and Wilson, whom I spoke to over the phone when I set them up with for a meeting with Cynthia. And most surprisingly, Joanne's partner for the night was Wangwang(ahem, I will try to find out his real name), the guy who's known for his wheelie skills. He had been in my MSN list for quite a while, but we had never met up before. So, imagine my utter horror when I saw Joanne and she suddenly turned to this guy standing in a distance away, 'Hey! You haven't met Huiting before right? She's here!' Well done. I hid my face instinctively in my usual fashion. But it was nice meeting the man, though he seemed to be a little on the quiet side.  Joanne and I before heading into the ballroom.  Wang and me, on our first face-to-face meeting. Horrid. I should never stand in front of a guy cos I look so gigantic in size that I could potential squash them. And he had to wear black and merge in with the background!!! *wails*  Pictures are deceiving. I would like to justify that Miss Ting, had successfully lost weight, and is now trimmer. Flu bugs eat fats and lards, I am sure. Don't believe? Here's what the occasionally-nice Mingwei said when he first saw me at the ballroom. 'Eh! You lost weight!' Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee. Should I repeat what he said again? That's right. 'YOU(meaning me, Ting, yours truly) LOST WEIGHT!' Hmm, maybe I should say it again. Alright, not necessary or else I would incur the wrath of all ladies out there. He said I lost weight, you know. It was a rather glamourous night, and what I wore(which I already had wanted to wear out on a Saturday prior to the dinner arrangement) pale in comparison to what others donned for the night. The theme was 'PTO idol' and people were supposed to dress up as celebrity. I didn't bother to, cos just my presence alone, would be apt for the theme. Don't argue. I am right. The usually good-looking people were better looking in their gowns and blazers, and the usually scruffy ones turned out to be quite eye-catching as well.  Cynthia and I, with the golden star balloon which was used to decorate the settings for the event. The night was pretty interesting, with 9 groups of people flaunting their vocals on stage, and there was even *cough* 'Jay Chou' and 'Lee Hom' gracing the stage. Not bad. Some were quite hilarious, and it was great entertainment. Alas, my out-of-body experience came again, cos I popped my Fedac pill, and the Triprolidine HCL within was taking effect, slowing my body's responses. I feel rather detached. Before I knew it, the night swiftly approached its end and I left to meet up with Janice, who already was waiting for me at the hotel's lounge.  The dinner had yet to end, but I didn't want to wait till when the whole surge of crowd leave altogether.  The act-cute duo, Mingwei and I, before I left.  Was a pity that I didn't catch the other pals for more phototaking cos was pretty much in a rush. Ah, notice the glam white shades and earrings? Janice had shopped for them on my behalf so that the 2 of us could go retro for the night. -glam- Thanks, babe.  I then swept one of the roses off the table, for the pinklady who had been waiting for me. *Trying very hard to recall how the night sailed by in a blur* Did I leave anything out? Well, as long as I didn't leave what Mingwei said about me losing weight out, will do. Yup, will do. *beams* *** The flashes warned. Uh-oh, it was storming out there. The rain veiled the night, blurring every sight on the streets. We had no choice but to grab a cab at the hotel instead.  The duo, in outrageous colours. Lime green, and shocking pink. Did anyone realise how I didn't have to strategically-placed my arms, and they already look a tad slimmer than recent pictures? Yay. We made our way down to.. well, so many smartasses already guessed correctly, Attica. Cab driver dropped us off at Novotel, which wasn't linked to that stretch at all, and we were hence, trapped in the heavy downpour. It was windy, and chilly. In such a setting, we were rather helpless, and trapped.  I frowned. I pouted. I showed a face of helplessness, which was masked by the twirl. Muahaha. Yeah, I kidnapped the balloon from the ballroom and made it mine. I thought it goes well with my gold eyeshadow, you see. What could be the most romantic to happen when the rain poured mercilessly on such an evening....? Trapped in the rain with Roberto. Hehehehehehehe. He was coming out of 7-11 with a sandwich(his dinner) in his usual shirt and tie when he spotted us standing there, and came over to greet us with his pricky airkisses. Awwww... But the moment was pretty shortlived cos he decided to brave the rain and ran across. Janice said we shouldn't cos it would ruin our makeup. But the rain soon dwindled to a moderate drizzle and we decided to make a run across. I joked, ' Careful huh, don't fall down okay.' Yah, it was said in a joking manner cos we were quite known for our clumsiness, you see. We dashed across. Never did I expect that, the next thing I saw, was a toppled Janice, on her knees, palms on floor in the rain. Ouch. I helped her up into the shelter, from the countless stares of people, and the rain that wasn't ceasing. She was on the brink of tears, expressing how painful it was. Ouch. 'Can I cry?' 'No, you should bear the pain and brave it like an adult.' 'No, the pain will be over soon.' 'No, many people are watching.' All of the above don't seem to be quite workable, right? So, 'No, it will ruin your mascara and makeup.' And *tadang* that worked! The brave little lass didn't shed a tear. Brought her to the club where she could sit down and have lotsa affections.  She washed her wounds and I was feeling my soul drifting away again.... Was starting to cold sweat and I could feel the uncomfortable level rising. Feverish again. It was a bad day. Both Janice and I agreed we should go on with the night positively and not let it affect us. And party on, we did. But countless big-sized men stomped their feet onto mine, and 2 men dropped their drinks onto the floor, and the glasses hit me before they landed. Poor feet. Anyone wanna sponsor the OSIM feet massager just to pamper me? I promise I will be nice to you, and do a 5,000 word writeup on how magnificently wonderful you are. We ventured straight onto the podium(where there's more space), and boogied to the retro music. It was as if I wasn't there. I couldn't remember how I went on and on, blanking out every thought, and went on despite feeling I couldn't. It was as if the drowsy effect was having a hold over me, and I couldn't even register the music. I was sweating more than I usually do, and I could feel my skin was cold. We took a short break at 2, downing iced water to cool off. It was pretty amazing because Miss Ting, ahem, DID NOT CONSUME ANY ALCOHOL AT ALL! That's because she finished the entire bottle of cough syrup. Kidding! Of course not. But I was already dehydrated enough, and after taken some medication, I think it wasn't quite wise to drink. After the short rest, we were suddenly very, very, very, awake. Some caucasian man fancied Janice and we got Sean, one of the server to walk us so we wouldn't be harassed. The young boy had the audacity to respond 'Wouldn't it defeat the purpose of coming here to be picked up? *Cough* Having fun not necessary need to be picked up, right?  So awake that we went around taking pictures, and back to our chirpy selves.  Cobra lent me his glasses and we tried our best to put on our *cough* cool selves.  Jan, Cobra and I. For those who went on and on and on about when you would finally get to see my picture: Janice had forgotten to twirl this very picture before she posted it earlier today, and I looked absolutely horrid in the unprocessed one. I had a heart failure and died on the spot when I loaded her page. Let's pray she has no readership on a Sunday like this. *wails and sobs*  Jamail, who laughed at our silly antics, and Cobra who always knows the sweetest thing to say. Like, how he jokingly said he would massage my feet for me when I pouted and mentioned how this guy stomped on my feet and it was all red and raw.  We finally ended our last picture with a bimbotic look, which turned out, rather, spastic. As we were keeping our stuffs, David walked past, and we greeted each other with the usual kisses.  Wah!! I got a chin, alright! My face is sharper! Yay! We went on with the evening and spent the rest of the entire night on the podium, hardly taking a break. In fact, I don't remember we did. Not even a drink, for me. I was actually much more energetic, awake than before. I didn't cough, neither did my nose run. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. All the way till, almost 6. Not what you would expect from an injured lady, and a sickly one. I was still hoping the night would go on cos I was feeling too awake. 4 hours of sleep plus horrid flu. We had countless people coming up to me, in a casual, non-picking up manner, asking if we are *gasp* professional dancers, cos we had that much energy in us. The pink and green one, they nicknamed. At least not the gorgeous(pink) and the ugly one. Some said it was a pretty sight, and I suspected they were drunk. Clifford thought we were good, but he couldn't help but ask, 'You know, you both have been here for couple of months and it's always just two of you. No guys, no nothing. Are you two.... together or anything?' Er, no, I think I still prefer a human with brains dangling in between the legs. But of course, the brainier he is, the better. I like intelligent men. But I think he's worried, cos it seems like Clifford has the hots for Janice. Hurhurhur. Bumped into Lawrence whom I haven't met in the longest time. It was nice. Bade the guys goodbye and Jamail said Douglas was looking for me, and thus, we went on to Attica to look for the  It was all bright and empty. He offered us his food cos he claimed he was on a diet. We insisted not cos it would be as if we were depriving the food of a malnourished child, and we would get bad karma if we were to steal his food. Anyone's but his. The evil one even dared to 'show off' every part of his limbs to 'justify' how much weight he had gained. He is much taller but of the same weight as I am. *roll eyes*  I was supposed to stand behind him and pretended to dance, so I could tag this picture as 'Pole-dancing'. Muahahahaha. Okay, a lame question here. If I put the star on my head, what would you get? Anybody? Hehehe. Answer: Christmas tree. Woops. Not funny, I know. The day broke slightly later that day, cos the gloomy weather dimmed the day. We had some food at the 7-11 before finally making our way home. But it was almost impossible to get a cab, and I let Janice up the cab first. I think she was almost home when I finally got a cab to myself.  There I was, with my star, standing by the roadside, with a stranger. Apparently he was looking for his drunk friend, whom he was supposed to pick up. Nice chap. He was from the same church Philip was from in his teens. It was hard to get a cab, and as much as I did feel like sharing my cab with him, I was pretty guarded and didn't want to disclose where I was heading. Ironically, the moment I finished my shower, my nose wouldn't stop dripping and I started having problems breathing again. The cough came swift and I tensed my entire body's muscles just to cough my lungs out. Man, how am I gonna survive tomorrow, I wonder. Not to mention the stiff back, and the aching calf muscles. Tough, tough. I better slim down more with the 'healthy lifestyle' I am leading these days. Now, it's another dose of Triprolidine HCL, and I shall Verdict: 11 Found Her Guilty + Scarlett Ting flirted wantonly @ 2:07 AM |
