s t a r m | s t June 26th, 2008
[This is going to be a boring entry following A Series of Fortunate Events I]
And so I woke up all groggy and stumbly on my birthday itself to.. [guess what] run some errands.
Caught a powernap some time in the afternoon before heading out for dinner with the family.
The original place was too crowded so we settled for this.
My sudden craving for vietnamese rice noodles.
s t a r m | s t April 13th, 2008
Gym after more than half a year:
Ran 5km on the treadmill before I rolled over and d*ed. Ok, I’m exaggerating [about the roll over and d*ed part duh]. Was quietly challenging myself against this fit muscular guy beside me; we started and stopped at the same time but ran at different speeds [he ended on 5.6km]. Mmm, adrenaline rush. I feel healthier now, though that’s probably all in the mind ha ha!
Wala wala with the babes:
Dinner with Yahwee and KK while catching up anything under the sun. Headed down to Wala thereafter to catch the band and someone thought the lead singer was kinda cute. Still prefer Shirlyn and the unXpected. For some odd reason, KK heard I wanted red wine so she ordered a glass for me. Red wine. At Walas. Uh huh.
Citycab drivers:
I don’t know why but I have a bad affinity with Citycab drivers. Seriously!
[Or maybe it's not me. Meimei mentioned she hates them and tries at all costs to avoid taking citycabs as well.]
Boarded a cab at Holland V after Wala-ing and directed Mr Cabdriver to travel by P.I.E which would be through Clementi area. Instead, he went the opposite direction, and ended up somewhere near town then started on the P.I.E. Right. I was so mad I pointed out his ‘mistake’, then he became mad at me because I was mad at him. And guess what that bugger did? He started driving FAST and RECKLESSLY, weaving in and out of the traffic so randomly that I had to put on my seatbelt [yes I know that was past-due but I hate the seatbelt] and clutched tightly to the handle of the door.
Nearing my place, Mr Cabdriver probably realised how much angrier I had became so he slowed down and charged me slightly less than the final amount.
Grr. What is wrong with Citycab drivers?? Seriously!
Time fillers:
I have this friend, or at least I thought we were becoming friends, who spoke to me quite a fair bit when [s]he was in the dumps last year. Confided in me, contacted me at unearthly hours at times, exchanged lots of emails. I thought we were becoming friends, but turned out maybe I was just a time-filler whose time is now over.
Saw this on Elvina’s blog.
1) He calls you at his convenience - even it that means in the middle of the night.
2) He is more caught up with updating you about his life than asking about yours.
3) He hardly asks you out, but when he finally does, it’s out of the blue when he’s got nothing else on to distract him.
What she wrote was meant for relationships rather than friendship, but some points are applicable nonetheless [just a tweak or two in situations and actions].
It’s a sad sucky feeling, knowing you were treated as a time filler rather than a real friend.
I’m in a b*tchy screw-it-whatever mood right now.
s t a r m | s t December 27th, 2006
Friday..
saw a seriously busy work day, with so many people dropping by for impromptu appointments. Ran all over town to complete my errands after work before rushing down to Butterfactory for a friend’s birthday celebration. Felt a little out of place cos I don’t belong in the group, but well, some of them were friendly so… =)
Some of us. That guy is cute, hur hur. [Ok, I. am. kidding.]
Needless to say, things became dramatic - a common thing whenever alcohol is involved, and the night didn’t end very well. Very badly in fact [here I have so many things to say but the friend doesn't remember anything, so nevermind. Would rather forget about it too]. *shaken* Last time check: 4.55am.
Saturday,
I woke up at 8am to a group of male voices shouting my name from the carpark beneath my place, and then a single male voice yelling “I Love You!” in an extremely agonised tone. It happened twice, so I stumbled from bed and peeked fearfully from behind the curtains to see who loves me, afraid it’ll be…..
Well, it wasn’t.
It was a tekan-the-groom wedding session and someone in the same block has the same name as me. -_-”
Nobody loves me. *pulls long face*
Headed down, all bleary-eyed, to Pregos for lunch, with Nad joining us for a quick bit, before desperately planting myself in Starbucks for much-needed cups of coffee. Evening came and it was down to Ivan bro’s place for a family-friendly Christmas celebration. Did the gift exchange and found out Ivan gor was my ‘Santa’! *grinz* Thankies for the thoughtful pressie!
Little creatures of the sea from Meimei and Adrian.
Jerry looked sian cos he knew what his present was! Hur hur hur.
It became not-so-family-friendly as the night got later. Ahem. Rich Monde decided to abandon me and went home to sleep. -_-” Someone became obnoxious because he was high and I got really pissed off. *fierce growl* I don’t think many of them have seen me that furious before? Ms Ho drove some of us back and 4 of them came over to my place for a bit. At… 4+am? It was quite funny, with the guys talking loudly and the girls trying to shush them cos my family was asleep. Doh.. Last time check: 5.23am.
Sunday..
was His day soon. Hurried down to Starbucks (again) to meet my favourite college babes for coffee and talk and gift exchange, and to gorge ourselves on dim sum. Midnight mass with Rich Monde and Pawprints ended super late, or should I say early? Poor Rich Monde was falling asleep during service. Tsk tsk. Think he is not used to old-school hymns. ‘Psycho-ed’ someone to send Pawprints home, and then send me home [we stay in opposite ends of Singapore!]. Oops. Received another beautiful gift. Last time check: 3.49am and I’m running on fumes.
Monday
was a way-too-stoned day. Woke up only to realise service was starting. Daaarnnniittt. *guilty expression* Went down to Starbucks [AGAIN! They should give me a VIP card soon!] to meet Himura Kenshin. Lazed there for an entire day chatting about the past, laughing at the present and thinking about the future.
There were ugly chicken puffs and uglier curry puffs. Laughs. I’m tickled.Ran out of fumes, so went home and concussed.
s t a r m | s t December 3rd, 2006
December is a time for reunions, because everyone returns from whichever countries they are residing / studying in.
Oh Dom, I am so sorry. Remember how we used to have to cheer you up traumatise you distract you and fight for you the previous times you return? Everything seemed so opposite this time. Down the rabbit hole and into a strange wonderland. This time you have to be the strong one. This time you were the one giving out tight hugs and comforting words. This time you were the one wiping the tears away from our faces. This time you were the one with our burdens on your shoulders.
But there were funny and heartwarming moments too. I’m sure the aghast look on my face when I first caught sight of you was priceless. How we appeared at the dinner table at Maxwell Market, one by one; you are that link that connects all of us. The two flamings that you took with Jo. Getting singled out by Pam Oei - “that group over there, are you drunk already?” - during her performance [I think you were too far gone to remember that]. How Chris was so disgusted by all of us girls dancing close to him. You jumping madly around the dance floor [as usual]. The kidnapping of your different accessories and clothes. Scheming to get Jo’s boyfriend to dance with her. And more…
I hope you have enjoyed yourself, really, despite all the drama and emotional stuff going around. Wednesday, so soon, too soon. Time is so short, it doesn’t wait for Hellos and Goodbyes and I Miss Yous and Let’s Meet Ups. And we are all pawns of it, being shuffled and thrown around against our will.
I really did miss you, and I will miss you [ok, now I'm sounding like I'm gonna swing the other way hur hur]. Please take care, be happy, be strong. See you in Melb in winter, or wherever you will by then. *hugs*
s t a r m | s t August 11th, 2006
I saw this during my zoo trip with the kids and I thought of you babes immediately! *grinz*
s t a r m | s t May 23rd, 2006
Despite my cynical take on men and relationships in general, I oft find myself charmed by sweet sincere romantic gestures.
Today is a college friend’s birthday, and I hope she is having a wonderful blissful evening. A couple of chats with Dumbo, Beebs and me, her other half decided to fly over from Perth [where he resides] to surprise her. The plan was that we girls ask her out to celebrate her birthday, not show up and he will spring out of nowhere, all lovey-dovey hearts and pretty flowers and song and dance [alright alright, I'm exaggerating here lah, but still. bah].
Plane ticket - $700+
Hotel room - $240+
Chocolates, tealights and whatnots - $don’t know
Rushing around preparing for things - $also don’t know
Thinking up of this and actually doing it [and his exams are in what, 3 weeks' time?]- Priceless
Just because the relationship started doesn’t mean the courtship has to end.
This is the sweetest thing I have ever seen anyone done in a long while.
s t a r m | s t May 21st, 2006
Woah.
Dumbo, your nemesis is on Sg Idol. Remember how she used to burst into song in class? In the toilets? Along the corridors? And sing for the entire college every morning?
s t a r m | s t January 1st, 2006
We arrived only to get lost thrice inside because MoS was so confusingly big. The rest were already there, minus King and Kong who rushed down from a family dinner later in the night upon hearing there was *cough* alcohol to be finished. Two bottles were opened - why they cost $1,000 I will never know nor understand - and we finished them fast, too fast.
Because we just didn’t care for anyone outside the group, we were the most watched ones for the night. It was only after about 40 minutes [?] at the dance floor - when the 4 of us girls have had Dumbo cornered and were all sliding suggestively against her - that we realised the entire place was immobile, gaping openly, staring interestedly at us. Hmmm.
What do one do when asked for a picture and the email address? Oblige for the picture with them, give a false addy, and then immediately proceed to dance dance dance closely with the girls, so closely that it prompted Beebs to ask, “Have you turned into a lesbian??”
Last night, we laugh and we smile, but we hide shadows in our hearts. There was Mr Sleazy who ‘obviously wants to get into Ayako’s pants but is trying to hide it’ [as quoted from King], Dumbo’s frustration and sadness over what mean a lot to her, another’s resignation about the little control she has over things, Ayako’s smiles seemed strained at times, and there was me.
Things would have been better if you were there. Beside me, with me, dancing, laughing, drinking, talking, just being there. I thought of you the whole time I was there.
Last night, we laugh and we smile, but we all hide shadows in our hearts.
s t a r m | s t December 28th, 2005
I lost them, and I cannot find them.
I didn’t know just how sentimental I am until the drops started falling and wouldn’t stop for the entire night. Even when I spoke over the phone while rumaging through the bag again and again, they wouldn’t stop. Even when I search the house at 2 in the morning, half-blind and exhausted, they wouldn’t stop. Even when I tried to sleep, they wouldn’t stop. Even until now they wouldn’t stop.
Was it worth it, Dumbo, to go, I’m sorry to ask that. How, how… I can’t stop the tears, and I don’t know what to do.
s t a r m | s t December 26th, 2005
Was reading a friend’s writings when I came across this paragraph which said everything I couldn’t put in words myself.
It hurts, so much, when you know that at the end of the day your intuition is right, that your suspicions have always been right, and that despite it all, you want to believe in the better things that could happen but you are wrong. It hurts even more knowing that you loved that person so much, that you tried to move on, but then you fall all over again. It hurts to be kept in the dark, yet it hurts to know.
