The Single WomanShe is right, you know. It is tough roughing it out there as a single woman. And it is not that we are still single because we are fussy - we just want a single and heterosexual male to love, and who will love us in return. Like that fussy, meh? But, the reality is that all the tall, dark and good-looking men are either taken or have gone "alternative". There are simply no single and heterosexual men left on this blasted piece of land.
Fortunately, all is not lost for the single woman. She who is willing to go to great
depths to find her
Though, sometimes, according to Muck in the Longkang, some true loves might need, or even WANT, a hard knock on the head, before they will come to their senses that you are also their one true love. Failing which, I suggest taking matters into your own hands - and position them somewhere along your object of affection's carotid artery.
Of course, if you are afraid of heights, or water-phobic, or have simply fallen off the jagged edge of reason, there is always the cranky menopausal old men who spend their days whinging at HDB void decks.
Bits and piecesSaturday evening, 27 November 2004, Grand Ballroom, Sheraton Towers.
I was basking in the company of my old friends and feeling extremely pleased with the way my Saturday had turned out.
R turned to me and asked if I would like a lift home after the dinner. I paused for a moment, because I had already accepted one earlier from He-Who-Consorts-With-English-Royalty. The two had a brief exchange and left the ball in my court. In a totally surreal moment which I am still unable to explain, I looked wistfully at my two good (and very married) friends, seated on both sides, and sighed aloud: "If only it were two SINGLE and GOOD-LOOKING men offering to give me a ride home."
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I blame the word vomit on having been out in the sun too long.
Post-Morning Ramblings I really like being able to see so much of my table-top :-D
 Waking up for toilet visits throughout the night gives you really bizarre dreams in between. This detox had better work.
 My neck hurts.
 I really need to go for yoga class tonight.
Ramblings I can see my table-top now :-) Just have to figure out why the words seem... fuzzy...
 Hmmm. I'm down another kg. Interesting.
Intimate"It began with a restlessness (and itchy feet)."
MOTDThe infamous female impersonator: "It's famous in mud!"
I: "What?!!" (I don't even mud anymore!)
At an old friend's wedding at Sheraton Towers tonight, I realised where some of the counter hits have been coming from. So, that adds a few more people I cannot write nasty things about. Dammit.
Anyway, Mr Val-Halal (who discovered the joys of fine halal dining tonight - must be all that rubbing shoulders with English royalty - while the rest of us, who consort with filthy pigs, had to feed at the common pit, as pigs do), thought I should get each of you people who have been getting free entertainment from the blog to contribute a little something. So, all you cheap lurkers, cough it up for my soon-to-be-acquired 17" Samsung 710T monitor - before the Sony Trinitron dies on me, which would mean more down-time, and you wouldn't want that to happen again, would you?
Before I forget, thank you all for making this a most enjoyable evening :-)
SaturdayI wanted to have fun today and I did :-)
Intimate"Am I becoming an adrenaline junkie?"
The 15th day of November
CirCeMethinks it's sometimes better NOT to look before leaping. Heh.
victim, eh, I mean convert, who asked
to follow me to the free "bring a friend" class next week. God have mercy on his sweat glands. Heh.
65/100Am so happy the blog is up that I'm hardly upset about flunking the test (tripped up by the dreaded physics and calculations). Then again, I wasn't the one who "really studied" for it and still flunked. Hehehe.
Bedtime stories for doggies
Yes, the server was down again - for almost three weeks. It went into sleep mode shortly after I uploaded this accursed file. (What timing. Mutter.)
Nah, just kidding. Why would anyone fall asleep reading such
Anyway, grapevine has it that the writer is looking for a
Intimate"Well, tonight I am having dinner with Prince Andrew of UK."
IntimateIs it something about looking like burnt toast, that strangers just want to talk to you...
So ManySo many reports to write.
So many articles to edit.
I am drowning in words.
Doggies!!!!!!!!!! JACK RUSSELL TERRIERS !!!!!!!!!!
I like :-) And oh yeah, Canon, so sharp you can capture ghosts! Heh.
Alter egoThe kid bounded into the elevator. His mother called out to him and he managed to slip out just as the doors started to close.
I turned to my friend and said: "Damn, he got away." (Or something to that effect.)
Move on, pleaseYou need to move on -
Look to the future and you will find.
You want to move on -
You have to move on -
You can, you can, move on -
Wanderlust IIIAnd back :-) Again. With an awlful sunburn that makes me look absolutely carcinogenic. Urgh. I also got a very tender ring finger after hitting it against one of the wooden planks (must have hit a nerve) while climbing down the jetty, and more blue-blacks. My legs are now like a show-and-tell of bruises. The banged-up knees are from ice-skating; the big ugly one on the thigh from climbing; and the other small ones on the shins from clamouring up the boat after each dive.
Wanderlust IIAnd back :-) From learning how to ride a couple of studs (oops, make that unstudded, heh heh heh), or rather, how to stay seated on the horse while it is W.A.L.K.I.N.G. S.L.O.W.L.Y.
Beast of Burden: Impkin
Beast of Burden: Jazz Malone
Beast of Burden, oops, I mean Babe in Bed: SF
We also spent a lot of time in the stables with the pretty horsies, who were mostly nice (unless they had their ears pulled back which meant they were grouchy and might mistake your itchy fingers for crunchy carrots) especially when we had sugar (grabbed from the cafe's sugar pot) for them. When I finally summoned enough courage to get up close and personal with these huge but incredibly gentle creatures, I was overwhelmed by those beautiful big brown long-lashed eyes, and charmed by the way their heads would turn or tilt to the side so they could look at us. And gosh, all those rippling hard muscles under their sleek coats. :-)~~~
Anyway, don't you think Vivaldi is just beautiful? Hmmm... anyone wants to play Santa Claus? ;-)
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Mum is so used to seeing me stagger out of the house with luggage and being told of my latest destination only just as I step out, that the day I turn back to announce I am eloping, it probably would not hit her until a couple of weeks later. Heh.
Anyway, just a few more hours to go before I leave for the Causeway a second time in two days. Now re-packing a new set of luggage for the long weekend here :-)
Thank you for agreeing to a double holiday :-D
Wanderlust IThe long holidays start here :-) Off to catch the morning train now. Ta :-)))
Intimate"We always knew it was a matter of time before one of us moved on - first. It was inevitable."
RamblingsThank you very fucking much for insisting on spitting into my new mask. It was certainly fascinating seeing the world through your DNA. Not.
Then, over lunch, he went on and on about how we were just living in neighbouring estates and sharing a cab home was sooo convenient. I got pissed and asked how he liked the long walk to the coffeeshop when he could have continued the cab journey - instead of dropping at MY block (what was the deal with that?) - and gotten there in five minutes. He said, a tad defensively, that he liked to walk. Yeah, my ass.
My hands are so burnt from the five-hour pool session today, they look "gloved". Owww.
Decompression theory and the diving environment have been scheduled for the next two nights.
Must slip in a yoga class before the Deepavali and Hari Raya holidays. It has been more than a week.
Fat fingersAnd another huge bruiser. Sure gives new meaning to "banging walls". By the time I am done with this weekend and next, I will look like a human palette of blues and blacks. But, I am quite pleased that I managed to do 3.5 walls in spite of a 10-month hiatus :-)
Anyway, Yishun SAFRA is planning to expand its sports facilities by building an adventure hub - including 25m walls (current ones are only 15m) and "ice"-climbing. Cool.
Before I forget, Norman sends his regards :-)
Mind your languageWhat is this unearthly obsession with fad words like "hubs" and "win-win"? Roll eyes.
The FamiliarShe dives. (We met at the MSD course.) She climbs. (So I joined her at the climbing centre this afternoon - my first climb in almost a year.) She blades. (And wanted to join me at the beach.) She skis. (And invited me to join her group for the February ski trip to Japan.)
As we continued talking and watching the other climbers, she said, almost wistfully: "You know what I really want to do next?"
I: (Eh... another sport???)
She: "I want to get a navel piercing. Or a tattoo."
Funnily enough, she looks and talks like a Hong Kong actress (inside joke). I just cannot figure out which one yet...
Hole in the wallI shall, never, ever, put myself through another 3+1 hour sleep cycle over two consecutive days. (Don't know why I did that.) Thursday was ok, though I was not my usual self and the night certainly ended a little strange. Friday was not. My stupidity caught up with me and I started hallucinating in the afternoon - drifting between consciousness and sleep; jerking awake to look down at composed phone messages and not knowing whether I had already sent them off; seeing things that were not there. I pleaded illness and went home to sleep - from 5pm to 8am the next morning.
Today still felt a little unreal though - the words just kept tumbling out of my mouth.
CirCeYet another hapless male falls under CirCe's spell ;-)
IntimateHe: "You don't mind I ask you something personal..."
I: (Oh god... here we go... hang on in there... just five more minutes to homeground... must... resist... jumping... out... of... moving... cab...)
From dawn to dusk0800 - 1700: Work-related course (Must. Stay. Awake.)
1930 - 2300: Classroom session on diving physiology (No more confounding lectures on ?$#!! formulae! Yay!)
Friday starts at 0800 again. How fun for me. This whole week almost feels like school again. Note to self: Must not complain about being bored, because life sure has a way of piling on stuff.
Physical PainsI. Hate. Physics.
Moving picturesShark Tale was hilarious :-D
On another note, did anyone else find "Veggie Boy" Lenny somewhat, shall we say, queer? Funny how an animated film with the message that parents should accept their children's choice of an "alternative" lifestyle got a G rating; whereas Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban got PG for - only - "frightening moments, creature violence and mild language", AND disapproval from a certain religious majority for "magic".
I suppose one could argue that the concept of an "alternative" lifestyle would be beyond the understanding of a young child. But, that the message was then meant for the parents raises more questions, does it not?
OuchHmmm. Looks like I start November with badly bruised knees. And someone with a - hopefully not too - bruised ego. Heh. Heh. Heh.