Day 90C O W A B U N G A ! ! ! It's turtle time :-D
Day 89Long - working - weekend. Sigh.
Day 88It's a 3-letter day:
P M S
I mean, when you look up from your UNHURRIED - and almost PEEVISHLY so - facewash again and again, and see from the mirror that the SAME TWO PEOPLE are STILL WAITING behind you, who seeing as to how your OCD will result in them missing out the breathing exercises are trying their darnest not to engage in some impromptu breathing-down-your-neck exercises, I guess you couldn't be blamed for mistaking the very dirty looks for your own face.
Day 87Yet another bites the dust.
They are falling like dominoes.
"J say she wanna pay for 2 pairs. Me same same. Enjoy your dinner, and dun overeat. Yr backside getting bigger."
SIGH. You think your little sister is finally warming up to you and she just has to slip in a little something...
But I learnt something today: 4 pairs of very pretty shoes can actually buy my dignity.
So, when can we do this again? :-D
Day 85One more day...
As I grasp the furry appendage, Mum leaves the room in a hurry and calls out to Dad...
I open my eyes then and espy the small, fuchsia and battery-operated toy with its own retrieval cord (how very thoughtful!) on the foot of my bed...
Which I thought I had returned to its inconspicuous black carrier and put away in my drawer the night before...
I could have sworn I did...
Oh, ye godsss...
Hangover or not, the inanimate (then) object and and a very animated human were off the bed in the next second...
Mum never mentioned it...
I hope it stays that way...
I popped two panadols and sucked on a couple of dried-up oranges (no juicer at home and I was too concussed to crawl out of the house for supplies) and then I spent the entire day gaming. Heh.
In related news, an old friend has wriggled out of the woodwork to announce his recent initiation into the Wonderful World of Warcraft:
"Hon n I hv bn crazy over it since feb! Our mains are near lvl 50. U?"
Cough. Well, I must have been psychotic for more than a year now. Heh.
Day 82Good riddance to the work-week.
The sensible thing to do would have been to step out of everything quietly; not to forget GameBoy's other antics and simply too much second-guessing for her own good.
But seeing as to how GameBoy actually thinks he can still continue to play double-fiddle and keep everyone guessing, I thought she might as well give him exactly what he wants. I mean, if GameBoy has such a very serious aversion to things that come too easily, then maybe the stakes should be raised.
And so, in response to his attempts, she should continue to respond - with as much sian-ji-buaness as she can summon. (But actually, I think she sian-many-times-bua already.) Nothing worse than "no feedback" as "negative feedback".
On a whim, I googled her because I found her name familiar. While it's a fairly common combination, it's not improbable that I might have actually read about her in the papers recently.
And what do you know. Her blog shows up right at the top. I verified a few facts about her which I already knew, and then found out a little more. I didn't bother going too far back into the archives because the blog is mostly schoolgirl prattle. I had expected more, erm, intellectual musings, since her referee thought rather highly of her. But I guess teenagers are entitled to their youth while they can still afford to.
Heh. This should be interesting.
Now, I just have to try my darnest not to stare at all the angmoh men in class. Might get me one too many dirty looks, especially from the female companions who usually accompany the straight ones.
In the meantime, I have requested Tantric Boy to please not try to talk to me the next time he THINKS he sees me - especially if he doesn't want to become unauthorised blog fodder. And we all know how rude I can be, yes?
This being the preferred option - since I sure as hell ain't changing studios and I doubt I can persuade him to - I just have to grow thicker skin. Besides, I can honestly claim ignorance since I don't know which one of them is him. (Consoles self.)
But I would certainly have been drop-dead mortified if it was Lashes. Gaaahhh...
Want some for yourself?
I mean, when the guy's bare chest is served just at your eye level, it's hard not
The room changeover was completed at that moment and I trotted into the room - relieved. Shrug.
I recounted these to CirCe later in the night.
"Just like you!"
Erm, yeah, but not quite as, shall we say, extensive. Strange how I was thinking just that to myself too. (Or else I'm starting to thinking like CirCe! Mannn, that sure would freak out my mum big time.)
"But it would appeal to you, wouldn't it - what with all those slasher flicks and horror shows."
Whaaat?!!! What the... oooiii!!!
But you know what's worse? It's how I was thinking CirCe would say something just like that. Gaaahhh.
Day 79"Very funny meh? I don't find it funny and my patience is wearing thin."
And The Birthday Girl (to be) replied: "A man."
To which The Happy "We-Don't-Make-Those-Anymore" Factory said: "Eh. Slave trade abolished unfortunately. So had to ditch that idea. But that was my first option."
So The Birthday Girl (to be) sighed: "Awww. Keeps ropes and whips. Surprise me then."
Renew passport through APPLES.
But first, get a decent digital shot that won't have the immigration "Just-Chop-My-Passport-And-Stop-Looking-Back-And-Forth" officer doing a double-take.
Reactivate DAN coverage.
Get travel insurance.
Set up camera.
Day 78Another one bites the dust.
I think CirCe was a little peeved about my sian response when informed about a very special dinner arrangement this Saturday. I could feeeel the slight flaring of nostrils on the other end of the line - from the subtle sound of air rushing into expanded space, you know. Heh. Heh. Heh.
But I can't help it, really. I just feel like . . . running. Sigh. Ah well. Things might not be awkward afterall. We'll see. Shrug.
So spake Master Bok.
Well, I did not meet any handsome young men with glib tongues - only ugly old men with itchy hands. Snort.
Day 76"I want to go to Malapascua."
Day 75"I'm not that kind of girl!"
Funny . . . because once upon a time, I was The Dolphin - my first online nick. Heh.
So I guess there's another XX-lookalike out there. Cute.
Day 74Yuzu ice-cream at Sushi Tei. Mmmmm.
Yes, I do.
Maybe it has to do with my mind having tuned out to the rest of the world as I wind down for some me-time.
Or maybe, this is just one of the increasing number of signs that I am getting old.
She said something about the presence of water in the first half of the year and how it was interacting with my elements to become wood for my fire - except the nature of the fire will bear mostly . . . "forbidden fruit" (or men who I "will not be able to accept" - literally translated from that quaint and sometimes ambiguous language used - for whatever reasons).
This will continue into the second half of the year, but less pronounced.
Well, you know what they say about playing with fire.
# A benefactor arrives in April. But it is advisable to continue to lie low.
# Another freaking $%!!?? Blood Star. Beware sharp objects in May and injuries to the face. Again, lie low at work and avoid trouble. (Down gremlims! Down!)
# The months of June and July are not bad in a certain department. (Righttt . . . more men who I "will not be able to accept".)
# Look out for September - everything will go your way. (Sweeeet.)
# The Travelling Horse appears in November. In fact, it appears there will be a fair bit of travelling this year too. (Niceee.)
# Money comes in December. (Bonus lor. Duh.)
... so spake The Oracle.
And the call came just at the end of a very long day at work with sullen gremlims and whispering shadows that grow louder by the day.
How strange. But it feels right, this new development in the last few months at work.
Things are a little choppy now - not sure why - but I know the storm will pass.
Note to self: Must clear clutter in room.
This can wait because it will not be by my hand - the unravelling has already begun. Watch.
For now, there are more important things.
And so, I will hold my tongue and my peace, for I will bide my time, too.
Day 73"Just lie low the next few months."
Day 72I could barely keep my eyes open the whole day (and night).
LMD, your linkage is very, very scary.
It's the home stretch now to level 70 and my flying mount :-D Good thing Tuesday is maintenance night. I so need to sleep.
Day 71Your best friend does NOT approve of him.
You can kick him back into the longkang now.
Day 70Only 20-something boys need to know your age.
Spot the difference:
Emotions & Systems:
Day 68Management: 1
Day 67I just saw the dive photos from the Palau trip that I decided to pass because I was not confident about the dive profile.
Head. Wall. Bang.
There'll be "flying heads and limbs" aplenty to sate my bloodthirstiness.
And I'm pretty sure she wouldn't be covering her eyes and harrassing me with her "is it over yet?!!" and "what's happening?!!" - not with "nearly-nude, uber-macho and ruggedly handsome Spartan beefcakes, clad in just crimson underwear and capes, are so ripped they make Brad Pitt's Achilles look like a piece of lard" aplenty.
Don't you just love a movie that has something for everyone?
Day 65I got home at 9. And remembered too late that it was Maintenance Night.
Day 64Some people have elves.
I'm stuck with gremlims who won't leave.
The Stapler gets a 'hand job' from CirCe.
Having a beary good time!
Day 61For some strange reason, she would always hear from both of them within days of each other - life's little ironies.
Day 60And then he put both hands on my shoulders.
Culled from The Cowboy.
The Sister's Gay Boyfriend laughed aloud at Master Bok's advice about looking out for "older men".
"I also say!!!" Frantic nodding. (While I did not exactly voice my sentiments aloud during the reading, The Best Friend and I had turned to each other with horrified looks on our faces.)
But, as a very l33t girl blogger philosophised, there's always The Happy Egg. Yeah, I bet she's having loads of fun cooking it.
Still, I suppose worse things could happen - like losing one's desires altogether.
I wonder what that would be like...
During my forced hiatus from WoW, I managed to catch up on a few movies, including The Secretary, which was rather bizarre but had an interesting take on (suppressed) desires. The ending - when the characters played by James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal (who bears an uncanny resemblance to Kirsten Dunst) finally consummated their mutual attraction - was surprisingly tender, given the sexual tension pervading most of the movie. It was only by acknowledging their attraction to each other that the pair finally found some 'normalcy'.
But as I was telling someone, how much 'normalcy' do you suppose goes on behind the bedroom doors of 'normal' couples? This led somehow (I have a wandering mind, once described as Brownian, and not unlike the way I move) to a hilarious confession about exes (not mine) who were into S&M. Heh. But I do remember trying to blindfold and tie someone up. That didn't work out too well - not because he wasn't into it. He was simply too terrified about what I would do TO him - like tickle him to death, that sort of thing. (I'm cruel that way.) Heh. Heh. Heh.
Come to think of it, I was never tied up. But I would have liked that. And blindfolded too. (Did I say please?) I can't remember why I didn't get to do that though.