waiting

*looks at phone*

Ringgggggggggggggggggg

This is record breaking. I got the news 2 mins after CNA and ST Online reported it over MSN. My colleagues were stunned.

And MOH's site crashed ... lol

It's so hard to say goodbye

For the past 1 year i had to say hello and goodbye to 6 great friends, some goodbyes harder than the others. For Cheanea, the long weekend was 48 hours and 4 hours of sleep. We talked for 6 hours straight throughout the nights just like old times. 

Our faces and eyes all puffy.

As she walked through the departure gates my heart couldn't help but feel a tad empty. I'd miss having her around like crazy but no matter what she'll always be a part of who I am. And then distance becomes just a metric measurement.

The one for the road.

I couldn't resist. Hyun Joong is just too cute. Oh and he does hip hop too.

In conversation

Today I craved hugs. I instantly thought of the various hugs from people I could get. I liked the warm, enveloping kind that makes time stop for a little while. 

My thoughts shifted to the yardstick and his no strings attached conditional preposition. Thing is I like him and when I'm around him I feel as if I forget to take my smart pills. The whole situation makes my moral high horse seem like a goddamn pigmy pony. 

Was thinking of doing a fiction inspired by real people post about the lup sup bar but too much going on in real life than to be sitting staring at the computer. I like busy. Productivity makes me feel alive. 

Dancing in heels almost killed me. No surprise that I bombed at turns.

Dressed up for dummy date with Jo. Started off with Brewerks and had a bottle of wine at Robertson Quay. It was a good thing I was distracted. The place reeks of the Yardstick.

Jo's best angle

Gate crashed a bachelor's party. Turns out I knew the groom after all so it became a gate crash gone wrong. The aforementioned party was held in some lup sup KTV near Jalan Sultan it was strange being amongst the working girls. Anyways, no pictures of girls except me and funky glowing table.

Mind trip

Incandescent is your presence by my bridge over troubled waters as you lift my chin gently and our lips would meet.

Filler

Image credits 

I realised my text is not so centralised. Oh well, screw it. Was telling an old friend how I want a whirlwind romance. I don't believe in growing to like someone. The latter sounds kinda like fungus. It's either you feel something or you don't. 

My shopping list is ever so expanding. *cries*

Diana F+

Tattoo

Pair of Doc. Marts

A holiday or two

Shopping trip

sex slave

Today's do'h moment is brought to you by Ivy.

Ivy: Why do you need a sex slave for?

Me: For sex lah. Even primary school kid can tell you that. 

I reckon that I know that age is catching up on me when I realise that the cute guys are getting younger and younger. Sigh

=.="

Wisdom in text

den : i'm suggesting that the yardstick is a mirror image tat is created frm this guy.. so while there is oni 1 of this guy.. the yardstick sort of guy could appear somewhere else too

Sweaty paws and happy feet

My hip was slightly sore from today's overzealous session. Shiny full-length floor to ceiling mirrors are my latest adversaries. I can see every ounce of undesirable fat on my body. I discovered that I'm not programmed to dance side ways, i lose my counts and bearings. I'm not quite looking forward to the turns. I realise that I follow better with my eyes closed. I'm too stubborn for my own good.

There was a particular guy that was on the petite side, vertically challenged. I couldn't figure out where to rest my line of vision and ended up looking downwards. I saw his round tummy before his feet. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. And I'm not sure which is funnier this or another guy who doesn't seem to have any sense of rhythm at all. The sight of him reminded me of S in a club dancing to R&B, it's the absolutely the unsexiest thing ever known to my eyes.

I'm trying to convince Jan (the favourite gay cousin) to join me. Nothing more attention grabbing than 2 gender benders rockin' out latin moves in a gay club. It's so him. I'm excited so excited that I'm picking up costumes in my head.