first things first, would you ever see a cheap shirt at the Great Singapore Sale and think, ‘ oh wow! My colleague could wear this,’ and buy this for your colleague.

That is what LAB did.

He took leave to shop. ( wtf, a guy taking leave to shop at GSS. The very thought.)

He came across 2 giordano shirts which cost 10+++ each and he thinks it is so cheap so he bought it for Mentor and Mother Mentor.

I think he is on a different wavelenth. The much-too-nice-guy-and-too-much-money-to-spend wavelength. Doesn’t help that he has no gf to splurge his money on. He needs a much older ( I am 10 yrs younger ) gf.

Anyway I met up with Miss Sporty yesterday.  Main motive is to spot Mr Gay at a well known gay shop. Many people have told us he is working there except himself. So we went to check him out. He was the one to call us and say hi and we chatted awhile before we left to grab dinner.

One nasty thing happened to me before I met Miss Sporty. While I was at the bus-stop, my right eye started to feel a speck of dirt and i started to rub and massage my eye to make the dirt go away. My contact lense happily disappeared. So I was there, like a half blind bat shopping around Orchard. Fuck

Later when I was going home, I was at the bus stop again when I closed my eye. The next moment I opened my eye, my vision was clear and I was no longer half fuck blind. Great things happen at great times.

I got more than I bargained for when I went for a spa session today. After trying the “promotional” price of 10.50 for a spa, HF and I were preached to abt the benefits of the spa and using the spa machine business as a side income.

They asked about our parents’ jobs which I feel is too personal an information to be shared within strangers. They are targeting my parents to set up a spa business by selling the portable spa machines. Hallo? I only want the spa visits and not set up a spa business.

And I knew something was wrong when I arrived at the place to see that there are herds of people sitting around small round ” insurance ” tables with pens and papers sketching out diagrams. Alarm bells just rang.

Luckily Hf looked skeptical and I looked dazed while they are trying to sell the machines and business ideas to us. I think they just gave up after a while.

Damn fuck lah.

Sigh. If only LAB looks like this, then I will consider him. ( Of course there are other factors like chemistry )

the man

Swoons

and you know how much I suck at IT. He is an IT professional.

Double Swoons.

Haiz. I need a man QUICK.

Before I start on the Sale which is an important date in Singaporean women’s calendar, I will talk abt Babyface.

Babyface is at esplanade, located at the old Embassy. There are 3 levels. For the first level where we are at, it is a chilled out lounge. 2nd level is a live band and there is a charge of 18 with 2 drinks before 11 on a sat night. 3rd level is the disco. I was not in the mood for dancing and we sticked with level 1 the whole night. The band was soothing and the whole setup with candles really seemed like a good place for couples to date. Sadly, I was there with girls. The drinks are good. Good dose of alcohol. I had the Singapore Sling and Long Island Tea and the drinks were thick and good.

The other two 38 keep on making me squeeze my chest in order to get discount on the drinks. I squeezed and the drinks are still the same price. Sigh. And they even asked me to order Brown Cow. hahahahhaa

Okie, the GSS now. I shopped with Mr Fag for 7 hours. We were bright and early at orchard at 1130 to beat the crowd which was still there despite the heavy rain. We went bra-shopping which was the highlight of the whole shopping trip.

In the end, I only managed to buy 2 triumph bras which was going “Buy 1 get 1 free” and an arthur yen jacket. I really love arthur yen. And I have endorsed this brand quite abit already.

Looking at the both of us, Mr Fag and I really look like a couple. He holds my bag and my shopping and I grab his arm ( not the same as holding hand ) cause it was raining and slipperly. I was telling him that when I reach 30 and remain unmarried and he is single ( without a bf ) , we shall get married. Hahhaha.

But our marriage will be different from other marriages cause we are allowed to fuck other men and not with ourselves. Mr Fag cannot stand a woman’s pussy although he is alright with boobs. I told him that a pussy is like an apple but I think I have just numbered his apple-eating days. We will have children though. Though our children will most probably be a product of my affairs which are allowed. We will probably live very well with each other cause he can go shopping with me and we can stand each other’s nonsense and we can console each other on our failed affairs.

Damn. What an unconventional marriage! Of course half of that was said in jest as I will be compromising on the sanctity of marriage. But oh well, with society’s perception of singles who are past a certain age, slipping into this uncoventional marriage may be quite an inviting idea. Plus I am marrying a great pal.

and the great singapore sale was a great workout. I walked for almost 6 hours and my calves are aching quite abit.

and if you know me well enough, I always shop for bras, shoes and bags. Bags are now out cause I have too many unutilised bags. Heehee

Another birthday party. I think I attended birthdays meant for 8 pple within 1.5 months. ANd my wallet is hurting.

Anyway this birthday is for a friend who goes way back in secondary sch and uni. She helps me to watch test-tubes most of the time during science lessons cause I am abit slow during practicals. During JC, I had a hard time washing my own test-tubes without her. Sigh.

Anyway chou Miss Superficial said ” not fallopian ?” when she heard about her washing my test-tubes. hahahaha. Chou wu gui.

And we got her an Aldo Bag. So taitai. I like.

I finally drank some alcohol. Volka. I drank abit only. I skipped the tiger beer. Yesterday is not the time for beer you know?

PS: I think I need to buy a series of books soon. You know it is damn freaky when one person ( New Entertainment ) tells me that he is reading ” a man named dave” and that it is part of a series. When I went for tuition a few days later, my cousin got the book, ” A child called it”. Part of the series. Phwar. FATE. So I gotta get the book to read soon.

PPS: My entries are getting lesser cause I am going out more and there is no time to go online to blog when my bed is beckoning for me.

PPPS: going to BabyFace tonight with 38 gang. Shall do an update about it later.

Ok, I want to complain about the company guys.

First up, New Entertainment. Knn. He very tao to me now. ALso don’t know for what fuck. Miss Eloquent thinks that maybe he thinks I like him. Phwar. I also didn’t know. Wa lau, he can happily overtake me on the overhead bridge and not say hi. So tao right. And he hangs up on the phone without saying bye. PUI! BTW, his marks are now negative.

Next up. ABU ( a bit unfriendly ). I can understand that some people are a bit unfriendly. Maybe they shy or don’t know what shit or maybe he just didn’t like me. But to niao me about my tutor experience or my work performance in front of me when you think I am not listening is just a low blow man. And then laughing ha ha ha. Please lah. I don’t know what’s up with him also. But we are quite alright with each other most of the time.
I think I am particularly tolerant most of the time. I am happy at work. But these little kinks irritate me slightly.

Btw, our RA movie started late hence we started talking and updating each other on our lives.

And we realised that we have a pet peeve. Guys sometimes just don’t get it. When we girls really have no time or do not want to do something, the guys just thought that we are playing hard to get. And they fucking tell us. WTF. You mean when I say no, I am playing hard to get. Sometimes it is just that I really do not wish to go out with you. It is really you dude. Not me. And we girls don’t have to play hard to get with guys we just don’t like.

Geez.

And it was nice sitting at kfc ( cause me and Miss Tee got cravings ) laughing at the top of our voice. In our midst got one pagent queen, in case you think we are a bunch of horny aunties.

I went to watch another R21 movie with my horny group of friends. hahahaha. We heard this film is rather risque which is why we were there in the first place. Now that I googled the movie, apparently it was shown at Toronto Film Festival to mixed reviews. No wonder I found the film abit arty in the sense the music and dialouge was protrayed.

But the sex scenes definitely leaves nothing to the imagination. Remember that I was bemoaning the fact that R21 shows do not show much of the male anatomy. For this movie, I get to see the penis ( both young and old. ) Of course I was hoping not to see the old one but nevertheless the scene showed. Sigh.

This movie borderlines on porno due to the explicit sex scenes. I am pretty much sure that they have real sex in the movie.

The movie was so hot that I noticed the male who came in alone and sat beside me had a Hard-on. I was quite freaked out to see an uncle sitting beside me and was thus constantly checking his hands to ensure that he erm, doesn’t keep his hands to himself. Luckily he folded his hands but he was still aroused enough for me to notice.

And the movie is so hot that a couple left in the middle of the movie which prompted all of us to wonder where the hell they are going. hahhaha. Nearest hotel or maybe in the car. Hiak Hiak.

The dude in the movie is real hot. The actress also. She got fab hair.

And we know what to expect with a movie which has a starting scene of the girl digging away in her skirt—masturbating.

HOT!

PS: I smsed Miss Eloquent. ” Hey I was watching a RA movie and the guy next to me had a hard-on. Fuck.”

Guess what is her reply?

“Cool. Did you stroke it?”

I am in a very lousy mood now. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

And the worse part today is that I am not heading home from work. So I won’t have to go home with LAB right???? Like real. I am going for tuition today and he is going to the same place as me. WHich means same bus. Mother Mentor told me to wait for him and go off together and was greeted with a violent protest from me.

GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

I went for another birthday party last sat. 2 birthdays back to back. Money flying from my pocket at twice the speed. This is my special friend birthday. Special because we have been friends since primary school and we have been there for each other when we face difficult family situations during our rebellious years.

And I have not been a good friend these few years. The meet-ups have been lesser due to our busy schedules and I even forgot her birthday last year. Opps. Thus this year I am supposed to give her 2 presents. One of the presents was bread pudding which I baked just before going. It didn’t turn out that good but it was my first attempt and I know how to tweak the recipe.

I was the first guest as I had to put make-up for her first. Of course she looks splendid. Together with the blouse she bought with me and her own skirt with newly permed and coloured hair, she looked different from the tom-boy she was normally associated as.

At the party, I met primary sch to uni friends. Somehow we were all interlinked at some point of time. After chatting up with some random stranger, we realised we got some common friends and had the same choir instructor. How uncanny. hahahha.

and of course on monday I went to catch the da vinci code movie. Ok, reading the book was a mistake because throughout the whole movie, i could pinpoint all the mistakes up to the point of minute details. For instance at Leigh Teabing’s house, the 2nd question asked was ” milk or sugar with tea” and not ” lemon or milk with tea” as depicted in the movie. Yes, my mind went overactive into such minute details. And some female asshole laughed at the point of the movie whereby Tom Hanks said that the french actress ( Ok, I forgot her name) was the descendent of Jesus Christ. Knn. Never read the book lah. Spoilt the whole moment with her unwanted giggles.

So like what my husband said, it is better to watch the movie without reading the book to enjoy the movie as its own. However the book is a much better deal. The front part where they were solving puzzles in the Lourve was so skimpily depicted that most of the scenes were unshown. Such a pity. I love that part of the book best.

I felt there was quite an emphasis on Silas. Yah he got a good bod. Minus the lashings.

and I WAS NOT THE INCREDIBLE COMPANION that watched the movie with MR LIM. Who did you cheat on me with? KNNCCB. Just you wait. I will go and cheat on you.

And New Entertainment Pierre is no longer an entertainment at all. Yawns. I need to find new distractions in the office. And he is not very gentlemenly. Ok, maybe I got skyhigh expectations. He decided to pay for Mentor’s lunch ( and Mother Mentor and I got a free lunch as well ) since she got him into the company. We were fighting to pay for lunch with the storeholder which he won. After he paid for the food, he took the plastic bag with 3 boxes of noodles and at this point, I was quite bowled over that he is such a gentlemen to help me carry the noodles. UNTIL he handed the bag over to me. All the expectations came crashing onto the ground. But I got free lunch so I cannot complain.

Update on Anal Motherfucker. I smiled at him today and he was so stunned to see a smile from me. But he smiled back. Fake smiles never felt so good.

I went to walk 11 rounds around the park just now. Miss Eloquent jog-a-walked 4 rounds and she never overtook us. So that either means that my briskwalking is so fucking fast or her walk-a-jog is so fucking slow. Heh. Pwned.