Bruises on my thigh. I got attacked by a man.
It happened around 1a.m, this morning. I was at a chalet the day before, saturday. It was joseph’s birthday. He fetched me from bugis at 430 in the noon after my work, and then we went to check in with his frens. I helped around with the food, and then tried starting the fire for the very first time. It went pretty smoothly, with the help of the whole box of fire starters. I am kiasu so I put everything to create the big fire that I desired. Crowd came in around 7, and then I was one of the cook. Bathed and then played fifa world cup on xbox. I scored a goal! The crowd started going home around 12, and by that time I was already drinking. Played this drinking game… red cards 1-5 you can ask anybody to drink. black ones you drink yourself. The numbers 1-5 determines the number of sips you take. Then 6 is a thumbs up card. Anybody who got it will keep it, and then he/she can use it anytime during the play. Just throw the card and then stick your hand out. The last person will have to drink. 7 is a toilet card you get to keep. If you dun have the card you will have to control your bladder until the game finishes, or you pee on the spot. Haha. 8 is a rule card. For example you can tell everyone to touch their armpit and then sniff it everytime they wan to talk. 9 is a rhyme card. Start by saying something like impression, and then the next person say correction, connection blarblar… 10 is the sequence card. Like naming the different types of bra brands, triumph, calvin klein blarblar.. the person who’s got nothing to say drinks. J, Q, K nothing. We played this for a while until we got sick and rest, while waiting for the bday boy to get back and play with us.
That was when the terror start. We were sitting in a circle. Just six of us. 3 gals and 3 guys. He was sitting beside me. Alright. I dun wanna lie anymore. Actually I was playing some SM game. Orgy is fun, and you dun get to do that very often. Haha! Nah, just kidding. Joseph suggested playing this violent hitting game. And he is the one who got my thigh bruised. For the first time in my life, I got hit by a man. =( It goes like you shout someone’s name, and then the person gets to hit either fren on his sides. The poor one kena hit cannot say ouch, and then the person next to it will have to say ouch. Yeah lame right. But we had fun playing it despite getting bruised all over. None of us went back with soft smooth thigh.
I hope mum doesn’t see my thigh. Coz it seriously looked like I had been a bad bbaaadddd gal last night.
Uncategorized | Comment (0)I am so tired that I can’t even type properly now. Was working on wednesday at expo, some velvet puffin thing, and then clubbing till 5 in the morning, waking up at 8 for work today at expo again, scary movie 4 till 1130, and tomorrow I have to wake up early for another event. Still, I wan to blog this down.
I was on msn with a fren, and this is some analogy he came out with that set me thinking.
‘A girl is hanging on to the edge of a cliff. Her frens are all down at the cliff tellin her to let go of her hands and that she wont break her legs. She keep refusing to. She is too afraid even though she really wan to join them on the ground.
And she is just one ruler away from them.’
Uncategorized | Comment (0)It’s Summer’s, Fransca’s and my typical night out at momo again on a saturday.
And I am going to blog bout a disgusting guy the three of us met at the dancefloor. It’s been a while since I complain bout such people in my blog.
So let’s name the disgusting guy D. It started like D’s fren asked me whether we can dance with them. I’m like ‘huh, shouldn’t you like introduce yourself first?’ Anyway, I wasn’t the least interested, so I replied politely with a no. And then not long after, D started attacking Summer by standing really close to her to talk.. and when she started to get really irritated by that guy, he attacked Fransca, by sticking his head to her’s and spitting saliva while talking to them. And then after Fransca started getting pissed off, he attacked me.
He: *tapping on my shoulder and sticking his head in my face* ‘Hey can I know you?’
Me: *Taking a step back and sweep his sticky hand away* ‘No.’
He: *still sticking his oily head* ‘Huh, why? I already know your two frens.’
Me: *irritated* ‘WHY MUST I?’
That was when he slightly got my hint and when back to Summer and all to dance. Lucky I din tell him my name, coz he, thinking it’s funny, named Summer Salmon, and Fransca French Fries. -.-|| Haha. Very funny. He must have thought that we liked his joke alot and continued to type a message in his hp and showed Summer. It goes like, ‘I know why your name is Summer already. Coz your fren is Winter right? Haha!”
I bursted out laughing at his silliness. And for the rest of the night he continued yacking and we trying to ignore him. This is how it looked like when he talked to us. 
Home at 5 after supper.
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Is it possible when you say you’re in love, you still go out with the opposite sex and it is not for work or survival reasons?
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I like plastic flowers and drawings like this.. They are sufficient to make my day. =)
Love is like an onion.You peel it back layer by layer and when you get to the centre, there is nothing but you are crying. I read this somewhere.. and I liked it alot.
All my life I’ve been searching for someone to love me. When I was young I wanted the attention from my parents, so much so that I wished that I was the sickly one so that my mum could sleep beside me and not my sis when I’m ill. And then when I grew older, I still wished that I’d get sick every now and then. Coz it would mean that my bf or any guy will care for me, buy me panadol, feed me porridge and tuck me to sleep. Now I no longer harbour that thought. My parents are worried when I’m sick, but they’ll only tell me to take medication and ask the next day if I’m feeling better. I am expected to eat medicine and then cover myself with blanket, because I am old and responsible enough for my own health. In fact, I dislike falling sick now. The wat sick already will have bf to take you to doctor and then forbiddin you to eat fried chicken and drink coke and then accompany you home and stay for the night and wake up in the middle of the night to change your towel and insist that you eat medicine and then tuck you to sleep with 2 blankets without having the aircon on is a legend to me. It never happen to me, despite the countless relationships or not relationships I had. I can only remember them saying aiya you can take care of yourself one and drink more water. The only bf who treated me well never had a chance to do that coz I was hardly ill when we were together. Now, when I’m ill, I’d take medication on my own. The faster I get well, the less pathetic I’d feel when nights are cold and lonely.
I seriously cannot remember how many guys had come in and out of my life. It’s so darn many that I got scared when I tried to count. I used to hate the idea why two people can be so close for a moment, taking pics every date, joking and teasing each other, holding hands and feeling the magical touch of the first kiss, and then one day later one of them decided not to call the other anymore, and there they go, out of each other’s life. Now I tell myself it’s only natural and I shall move on.
I can’t help but ask my fren wat quality that a gal in a commited relationship had that I dun? Was it because of my skirts when I clubbed frequently or was it because I looked like I like dating more than commiting? I am most willing to settle down for a great guy who’ll be generous– sharing his life with me. Not being in a relationship does not mean that I dun put in efforts in a guy that I like or I am not worthy enough for any guy’s liking. I am not whining bout why there is no such guy in my life.. and in fact I already dun expect a guy to be the one when I allow him to kiss me good night. I felt disgusted everytime I blog or tell my sisters bout a new love *note- new love, not a date with fren*, how well it went and how much potential there is in something exclusive, and then tell them the next moment it is not possible coz the guy cannot settle down, or I am not the sort of gal he’ll go head over heels in love but find it ideal to have sex, and watever familiar excuses that you usually get. I really feel disgusted. So much so that I no longer go into the happy mushy details like how he brush my stray hair off my face gently with his index finger while holding on to me hand in hand. I got tired of telling them the happy stuff, and when it ends I had to tell them why the happy times went unhappy. That happened too frequently. I guess I am too free, that is why I’m forever occupying my thoughts with ‘when love will come’. My career is not established as well, and why can’t I focus on that instead? My self-worth doesn’t require a second person to determine isn’t it? Perhaps love will come when least expected, to someone who is in control of her life and bringing happiness to everyone around her. =)
Someone’s gonna break that vicious cycle. Why not you?
Uncategorized | Comments (2)As requested, I am going to blog bout wat I did last thursday. This secretive person dun wan me to put his name here so I am just going to name him *oo*. Ok. Back to wat happened.
It was *oo*’s birthday.. and I only got to know bout that at msn on the actual day, around eight plus if I can remember. I was like ‘huh so poor thing bday at home…’, and then I decided to be a super good angelic fren and asked him whether he needed someone to get him a cake. He said he’ll go bathe first, and only came back to msn around 10+ close to 11 and asked me where to meet. Fortunately he lives pretty near my place and we arranged to meet up around 1130, to get him a cake.
Since it was a last minute decision, and there was no cakeshop nearby that’s still operating, I suggested going to Cheers and get the Sara Lee cake. I like chocolate, so we got the chocolate one.. Haha. Dunno whose bday was that. Anyway, it was quite ridiculous to have Sara Lee as a bday cake, but I thought it was quite sweet of me to even suggest cutting cake and sing bday song for him. If not for me, he’ll have one less wish this year. Hee. Ain’t I sweet? *beams* Anyway, after getting the cake, we walked around to get plastic knives and candles. We couldn’t get any god-damn candles after asking cheers, shop ‘n’ save, prime supermart and 7-11… It was close to 12 when we wanted to give up and I suggested buying cigarettes or matchsticks. At the end, only 7-11 have matchsticks(Phew, I cannot imagine cigarettes on Sara Lee cake. Ewww..) So we walked to a secluded spot, no la, just a normal ah gong ah ma chill out place, and then proceeded to light the sticks. 
26 matchsticks on the cake. Haha.. my idea quite disgusting right? Anyway we din eat that portion with the sticks. Too gross. Haha. 
The cake after lighting. Check out the fire! So damn cool ok!
So while the fire burned crazily, I sang the song very softly, in contrast to the fire. I’m shy. Never really sang a bday song to a guy one to one.
Nothing interesting happened after the cutting cake. I ate more than him(dunno whose bday was it)… and then he sent me home at 1230.
That was how *oo*’s birthday went.. and I hope he liked wat I had arranged with the time I had. =)
Uncategorized | Comment (1)I went momo with fransca yesterday… and there’s this guy who asked me something. It was exactly the same question that my good galfren’s date had asked long time ago.
He questioned me at the dancefloor, ”Are you the materialistic kind of gal?”
Which gal will say yes? Less than 10% of us I think, watever the reason may be. I mean the gal may be materialistic and she can just lie and say she’s not and then find her way through to suck the well dry, or the gal may say no and you wouldn’t believe her words just because it doesn’t tally with the mini skirt she is wearing.
I replied, ”If a gal say no, does it mean that you will not work hard and provide her or yourself with a better future?”
And then he’s got nothing left to say. I dun care whether he’s put off by wat I say. What he had questioned me had already put me off in the first place. What kind of guy will ask that question when he had known her for less than an hour? Surely you’d like to know her better yourself than putting her off in the first place isn’t it?
I dun mind eating bread with my love one until things get better.
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