Crime and punishment

The blog's in a public domain, things that I want to leave for myself are usually written in some kind of a cryptic language.

“The guilty is he who meditates a crime; the punishment is his who lays the plot”

I replayed the past events in my head like a visual recording. Did I lead him on or did he lead me on? I only knew that the feeling brought me one of familiarity. Other than a first, guilt doesn't allow me to forget. I know I have the keys to the driver's seat. I should really pick myself up and starting now. On a random note, I have Snow Patrol's Run on my player.

I think its time for another tattoo. Well almost. Other than boy's paw print I haven't really thought of anything else that was deeply meaningful. Perhaps a portrait of my late grandma.

My listening Ear

For the longest time, I told myself that I'd be okay but subsequent events that follow always suggest otherwise. I started to doubt, even what I tell myself. After a heart to heart talk, the type that tests your friendship for better or worst. I finally appreciate its full value and glory. 

There's nothing more I can ask for than a friend who wants to be my listening ear and someone who will be there for me. I'll be ok. 

Salvation

I accompanied someone to shop for a pair of running shoes. He shops like a girl. Seriously. He must have tried at least 6 different sets of shoes before settling for the one. Now that he’s made his decision. I hope he’s satisfied and stops getting injuries. 

FBC once said I write like a boy. The girls say that my mind is corrupted beyond salvation. I think my outing today just confirms this. Before lunch at Ikea (we were making fun of how the ang mohs pronounce it as “Eye-kay-ah”) I had a mad case of the giggles thanks to him for testing out a pillow.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?,” I asked still giggling.

He looked at me unsure, then he said loudly,

“Yah I know you’re thinking about better leverage right”

After which I quietly walked away because people started to stare. We then proceeded to view more questionable furniture. One of the hot favourites being a shiny stainless steel surgical table like trolley. Kinky, as I thought of a nicely rounded peach-shaped naked ass would giggle, pressed against it. Damn the Swedes for making such fine furniture. 

*&*$!

Just as I was about to step out of the house with my prehistoric hibernating pair of rollerblades. The sky decided to cry. Will gym instead. I'm committed to this exercise thing. 

I've also decided that dating is too much work. I give up. I would rather hang out with WL, Sha and her Apalamoorthy or my gay cousin. 

My wingman's the BEST. We got tickets to Coldplay. 

Mischief part 2.

Val's desk, while waiting for E, our itchy fingers decided to wrap up Val's stationery in newspaper.

Golf

Me: I hate the SG dating scene, guys under 29 are deliberately trying to siam relationships. When they hit 30, they scramble to get married. It’s not fair. I mean what is the rationale behind this and where do I stand amongst this nonsense?

WL: Well to them its like, why play 1 hole golf when you can play 18 holes.

I felt kinda fucked up after this. I feel quite jaded with the whole affair. What happened to loyalties? I don’t want to be part of the 18 hole game.

The topic of marriage came up during lunchtime conversation today. Nat asked if I wanted to settle down. I don't want to say I want get married because its not what I want, I want to find someone who was worth settling down for. It sounds like a more logical sequence this way. 

In conversation

jar0n - * says: u saw sparks?
jar0n - * says: hmm?
I say: coldplay song
jar0n - * says: cheeeey
jar0n - * says: haah
I say: heh
I say: i'm dreading valentine's day
jar0n - * says: you dont say..

(On wearing the birthday pressie Jan gave)
I say: yah i'm going to wear that pretty thing tmr
I say: with my date with weilin and his friend
Sha says: whhooohh!!!
Sha says: double date>
I say: no
I say: its more like 3-some
I say: MFF
Sha says: whipidodahdeh