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Damn. An entry I attempted to blog through my mobile got lost to God knows where.
Reached home an hour ago from Junk's place, after a quick stop over at Gothic Jap Porn Star's place and cooked ramen for lunch.
The sun looks good. Shall type this fast and get my ass down to the pool.
My head is positively malfunctioning from the over-exercising and lack of sleep from the past 3 days of being an owl.
Dang.
Thursday, 21/04/05: Home doing the schools' database for Young Leaders Foundation Sg till wee hours, 3 plus.
Friday, 22/04/05: Woke up at 8plus, desperately attempting to clear the work for Fudge. Lunch. Swim. Exercise. Work. Run. Swim. Swim. Then to Gotham. Overstayed. Was supposed to go home by 1.30am cos of the classes I've got to teach at Parkway at 9am. GJPS and I stayed till 4.45am. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Was dared to dance with this ultra big sized girl nicknamed Big Badangdangs by GJPS and another 5 minutes of dirty dancing with her. I won of course. 2 favours from GJPS. I dared her to talk to the old and new Djs at Gotham and get their names and numbers (not inclusive of my King duh!) and she failed. This sneaky little woman was trying to ask King for help instead and I was smart to stop her from her little evil plans. I got their names and numbers though. Muahahaha! And in addition, Samsung gave us both free drinks after the free flow closed at 1am. Wahaha. And Red Jacket Man's drinks were POTENT!!! 2.5 hours of sleep.
Saturday, 23/04/05: Colleague woke me up. Went work. Reached work fucking early. And taught for a full 6 hours. Home at 4. Pool overflowing with cranky parents, screaming kids, bikini-clad women and children in the swimming lessons. Gave up. Ate. Slept 2 hours. Woke up. Dinner. Lounged by pool. GJPS arrived, swam. Went out with Wannabe and his best friend Androsphinx. Wannabe drove to my place. Picked us up, gave Maggi a lift to Cityhall. Went for suppr and he paid for chicken wings+curly fries+tiger beer at Hooters. Good. Haha. 3-inch golden heels. Looking good, but aching feet. Paid $12 for entrance (inclusive of a first drink). Free flow closed by then. Saw Big Badangdangs. Some cute mat tried to pick me up with cheesy pick up lines about my race. Come on, I don't exactly look mina right? Just like this other malay guy who once asked me for my number at Coffeebean Wheelock. Dang. Once again, Wannabe paid for all 3 jugs. Loving King's R&b music more and more each day. Maggi had her wallet stolen from her handbag while she was clubbing at Cocco latte, so Wannabe drove GJPS while I in Androsphinx's car to Orchard Police Post at Killeny Road to meet Maggi. Did my best to entertain Maggi and 2 of her friends (though it's really to cheer her up). Damn policeman taking down her statement is one lousy bugger with baaaad engrish and hell of a bad memory for details. Stupid fuck. Wasted a good sleeping hour there. Androsphinx sent us home tired and all, walked Maggi to her place, got home and finally slept at 6.37am. Did I mention King called me IMMEDIATELY after a simple message to him saying that I am finally heading home after leaving the police station. Pure bliss from his concern. So sweet.
*** The childish writing is to expedite my typing to get ready for my swimming soon and for your convenience in reading***
Sunday, 24/04/05: Back to King. He asked me where I'd be going later in the night. And of cos where else can you go on a Sunday night but Happy? He said he'll call and will drop in to catch up. Where was I.. oh on sleeping. Woke up at 9 plus 10 plus? Woke GJPS up and rushed down together to meet Sherry and her 3 commando friends (Weejay, Col and Geena) at Harbourfront for our Sentosa beach outing. Loads of hot babes. Drrroooolllls. Lovely. Haha. Had fun kayaking, swimming, tanning and just watching the beach volley competition. Wish every of my Sundays could be like this. Left at 6 plus 7 headed to Far East for dinner. Parted ways, went home change into shoes to go Happy. Didn't even bother much about the clothes. Reached at 2345 in my ultra short adidas hornets shorts and lousy spag strap top. Paid $12 for 2 glasses of vodka lime cos was 1-4-1. Good. New female dj at the console. Not bad. Met Ad (Manager-in-training at Chinablack) and Alloy (ex-Chinablack bartender) ,Vicks and her boyfriend and Eureka (both whom I got to know from Gotham and has respectively quitted Gotham to go back to the new Centro that's starting soon in the first week of May!) and finally my boy aka King! Some guys bought champagne, offered to us. 3 glasses for myself, 4 glasses for GJPS. One tequila shooter that Mr Bond gave to us each. And the best part, 1 jug of extra strong Vodka Lime FOC (FREE FREE FREE!!!) from Ergo. I had waved my card at him to get his attention. Usual practice would be to collect the card at the same time for the cashier to charge the transaction to the mastercard while the bartender prepares the drinks. He merely went on to make the drinks, and left the jug there on the counter for me. I tried passing him my card and nope he didn't take the card I flashed. SO whee! I've gotten a free jug! Plus Ad had me to down his jug of vodka ribena and cheekily said, "Let's all get drunk tonight!" while trying to dance with me. What can I say? Intoxicated as I was, there was no memory space left for Martell, the sullen black face 24/7, except for King. Oh yea, Junk was there too and tried to get me to her home again. She fucking groped my breasts under my bra while I was leaning over (cos high already mah!) Oh my! At that point, I really didn't know what I wanted man. There's no doubt she wants to pleasure me (yes, she promised me pleasure, if not I could spit into her face!) but I was just so uncertain. I don't want a foreign finger stuffed in me, nor a damn dildo, nor anything like that? Don't people just understand that I don't crave or desire sex? I'm fine just kissing, necking, cuddling up and hugging. Oh and the fear that King may see it was just nagging at the back of my head. FF, I hope I am more "decided" than before.. cos nothing just feels right. There was a couple of times that King disappeared and I was so worried that it was cos I wasn't exactly talking to him and leaving him in the company of his Gotham colleagues and friends, who were busy having fun and socialising. Ok, "I'll be back in a while" he said. GJPS pointed to me that that was very sweet of him. He was probably talking to his girfriend. Finally had a good look of Martell's new girl. Wow. So pretty. So pretty I feel small, lowly, insignificant and ashamed of myself. I am not pretty at all. Fat short and ugly. No wonder he doesn't want me. I am superficial, but I just can't help but want to be much prettier. And this, I think will only be achieved with plastic surgery. Sigh. I need a morale booster. Mine sank like the Titanic did. 60,ooo leagues under water. Anyway, left cos GJPS was tired and a little gone. Frankly, so was I. Said my byes to the peeps and hugged King good night after he came back from dancing (this is memorable cos it's my first hug with him! Sometimes, being all high gives you the perfect reason to do things you would never dare do in your conscious state of mind). Plus the console at Gotham generally is a high wall that does not allow me to have easy access to him unlike meeting him out of that. Like talking to him when I was daring GJPS on Friday.
The emotional cross-wires of: Having a beautiful-Greek-god-likeness man whom I could have fallen very deeply in LOVE with, had it not been for I-also-don't-know-what-it-is (Martell the Happy supervisor); a sweet caring charming Eurasianish-looking chinese boy whom I already like albeit his not-single-nor-available status and a potential mate I can talk to and love (King the Gotham deejay); a sexually-frustrated-wanting-my-body butch who's old enought to be my mother had she given birth at age 18 (but so good at kissing I have to admit, that it can make me swoon) and not ideal in any way (Junk the Este staff); a lonely soul I would think, who confessed his liking for me but then again he probably liked every other girl out there and erhm well not one whom I like to begin with or will love, especially more so after his episode with GJPS, though he's one who cares enough to ask and listen to me ramble on my state of well-being after a freakish long week (Ergo the Happy bartender); all gathered at the same place, is unbearable.
I am not a player like GJPS. I just can't be. So players out there, steer clear of my way. Stay far away from me.
I woke up at Jalan Redok. Junk's place.
I did not sleep with her on her bed, rest assured. I slept with my GJPS in the gym room.
Even before I knocked out on the made-shift bed, I could still vaguely remember wanting to talk to the boy first, messaging the King a last time and him replying me... Short but sweet. It's not the gender, it is really the person.
I think to myself... What would it have been like if I had ended up with Martell? There's some food for thought.
Reached home an hour ago from Junk's place, after a quick stop over at Gothic Jap Porn Star's place and cooked ramen for lunch.
The sun looks good. Shall type this fast and get my ass down to the pool.
My head is positively malfunctioning from the over-exercising and lack of sleep from the past 3 days of being an owl.
Dang.
Thursday, 21/04/05: Home doing the schools' database for Young Leaders Foundation Sg till wee hours, 3 plus.
Friday, 22/04/05: Woke up at 8plus, desperately attempting to clear the work for Fudge. Lunch. Swim. Exercise. Work. Run. Swim. Swim. Then to Gotham. Overstayed. Was supposed to go home by 1.30am cos of the classes I've got to teach at Parkway at 9am. GJPS and I stayed till 4.45am. I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Was dared to dance with this ultra big sized girl nicknamed Big Badangdangs by GJPS and another 5 minutes of dirty dancing with her. I won of course. 2 favours from GJPS. I dared her to talk to the old and new Djs at Gotham and get their names and numbers (not inclusive of my King duh!) and she failed. This sneaky little woman was trying to ask King for help instead and I was smart to stop her from her little evil plans. I got their names and numbers though. Muahahaha! And in addition, Samsung gave us both free drinks after the free flow closed at 1am. Wahaha. And Red Jacket Man's drinks were POTENT!!! 2.5 hours of sleep.
Saturday, 23/04/05: Colleague woke me up. Went work. Reached work fucking early. And taught for a full 6 hours. Home at 4. Pool overflowing with cranky parents, screaming kids, bikini-clad women and children in the swimming lessons. Gave up. Ate. Slept 2 hours. Woke up. Dinner. Lounged by pool. GJPS arrived, swam. Went out with Wannabe and his best friend Androsphinx. Wannabe drove to my place. Picked us up, gave Maggi a lift to Cityhall. Went for suppr and he paid for chicken wings+curly fries+tiger beer at Hooters. Good. Haha. 3-inch golden heels. Looking good, but aching feet. Paid $12 for entrance (inclusive of a first drink). Free flow closed by then. Saw Big Badangdangs. Some cute mat tried to pick me up with cheesy pick up lines about my race. Come on, I don't exactly look mina right? Just like this other malay guy who once asked me for my number at Coffeebean Wheelock. Dang. Once again, Wannabe paid for all 3 jugs. Loving King's R&b music more and more each day. Maggi had her wallet stolen from her handbag while she was clubbing at Cocco latte, so Wannabe drove GJPS while I in Androsphinx's car to Orchard Police Post at Killeny Road to meet Maggi. Did my best to entertain Maggi and 2 of her friends (though it's really to cheer her up). Damn policeman taking down her statement is one lousy bugger with baaaad engrish and hell of a bad memory for details. Stupid fuck. Wasted a good sleeping hour there. Androsphinx sent us home tired and all, walked Maggi to her place, got home and finally slept at 6.37am. Did I mention King called me IMMEDIATELY after a simple message to him saying that I am finally heading home after leaving the police station. Pure bliss from his concern. So sweet.
*** The childish writing is to expedite my typing to get ready for my swimming soon and for your convenience in reading***
Sunday, 24/04/05: Back to King. He asked me where I'd be going later in the night. And of cos where else can you go on a Sunday night but Happy? He said he'll call and will drop in to catch up. Where was I.. oh on sleeping. Woke up at 9 plus 10 plus? Woke GJPS up and rushed down together to meet Sherry and her 3 commando friends (Weejay, Col and Geena) at Harbourfront for our Sentosa beach outing. Loads of hot babes. Drrroooolllls. Lovely. Haha. Had fun kayaking, swimming, tanning and just watching the beach volley competition. Wish every of my Sundays could be like this. Left at 6 plus 7 headed to Far East for dinner. Parted ways, went home change into shoes to go Happy. Didn't even bother much about the clothes. Reached at 2345 in my ultra short adidas hornets shorts and lousy spag strap top. Paid $12 for 2 glasses of vodka lime cos was 1-4-1. Good. New female dj at the console. Not bad. Met Ad (Manager-in-training at Chinablack) and Alloy (ex-Chinablack bartender) ,Vicks and her boyfriend and Eureka (both whom I got to know from Gotham and has respectively quitted Gotham to go back to the new Centro that's starting soon in the first week of May!) and finally my boy aka King! Some guys bought champagne, offered to us. 3 glasses for myself, 4 glasses for GJPS. One tequila shooter that Mr Bond gave to us each. And the best part, 1 jug of extra strong Vodka Lime FOC (FREE FREE FREE!!!) from Ergo. I had waved my card at him to get his attention. Usual practice would be to collect the card at the same time for the cashier to charge the transaction to the mastercard while the bartender prepares the drinks. He merely went on to make the drinks, and left the jug there on the counter for me. I tried passing him my card and nope he didn't take the card I flashed. SO whee! I've gotten a free jug! Plus Ad had me to down his jug of vodka ribena and cheekily said, "Let's all get drunk tonight!" while trying to dance with me. What can I say? Intoxicated as I was, there was no memory space left for Martell, the sullen black face 24/7, except for King. Oh yea, Junk was there too and tried to get me to her home again. She fucking groped my breasts under my bra while I was leaning over (cos high already mah!) Oh my! At that point, I really didn't know what I wanted man. There's no doubt she wants to pleasure me (yes, she promised me pleasure, if not I could spit into her face!) but I was just so uncertain. I don't want a foreign finger stuffed in me, nor a damn dildo, nor anything like that? Don't people just understand that I don't crave or desire sex? I'm fine just kissing, necking, cuddling up and hugging. Oh and the fear that King may see it was just nagging at the back of my head. FF, I hope I am more "decided" than before.. cos nothing just feels right. There was a couple of times that King disappeared and I was so worried that it was cos I wasn't exactly talking to him and leaving him in the company of his Gotham colleagues and friends, who were busy having fun and socialising. Ok, "I'll be back in a while" he said. GJPS pointed to me that that was very sweet of him. He was probably talking to his girfriend. Finally had a good look of Martell's new girl. Wow. So pretty. So pretty I feel small, lowly, insignificant and ashamed of myself. I am not pretty at all. Fat short and ugly. No wonder he doesn't want me. I am superficial, but I just can't help but want to be much prettier. And this, I think will only be achieved with plastic surgery. Sigh. I need a morale booster. Mine sank like the Titanic did. 60,ooo leagues under water. Anyway, left cos GJPS was tired and a little gone. Frankly, so was I. Said my byes to the peeps and hugged King good night after he came back from dancing (this is memorable cos it's my first hug with him! Sometimes, being all high gives you the perfect reason to do things you would never dare do in your conscious state of mind). Plus the console at Gotham generally is a high wall that does not allow me to have easy access to him unlike meeting him out of that. Like talking to him when I was daring GJPS on Friday.
The emotional cross-wires of: Having a beautiful-Greek-god-likeness man whom I could have fallen very deeply in LOVE with, had it not been for I-also-don't-know-what-it-is (Martell the Happy supervisor); a sweet caring charming Eurasianish-looking chinese boy whom I already like albeit his not-single-nor-available status and a potential mate I can talk to and love (King the Gotham deejay); a sexually-frustrated-wanting-my-body butch who's old enought to be my mother had she given birth at age 18 (but so good at kissing I have to admit, that it can make me swoon) and not ideal in any way (Junk the Este staff); a lonely soul I would think, who confessed his liking for me but then again he probably liked every other girl out there and erhm well not one whom I like to begin with or will love, especially more so after his episode with GJPS, though he's one who cares enough to ask and listen to me ramble on my state of well-being after a freakish long week (Ergo the Happy bartender); all gathered at the same place, is unbearable.
I am not a player like GJPS. I just can't be. So players out there, steer clear of my way. Stay far away from me.
I woke up at Jalan Redok. Junk's place.
I did not sleep with her on her bed, rest assured. I slept with my GJPS in the gym room.
Even before I knocked out on the made-shift bed, I could still vaguely remember wanting to talk to the boy first, messaging the King a last time and him replying me... Short but sweet. It's not the gender, it is really the person.
I think to myself... What would it have been like if I had ended up with Martell? There's some food for thought.
posted by Sheena at 2:43 PM
3 Comments:
1 + 1 + 1 = 3. Haha. And like they say, 2's company, 3's a crowd.
threesome? haha...
so mean, describe the butch until like that... sekali she finds your blog and reads then you know er!! :D
zen|th: My maths getting from bad to worse. Frankly, it's 0. Because, 1 won't want me, another can't take me, the third and fourth wants me but I don't want. So it's just 0.
spyda: Hahaha! I also never put the butch's real name... and it's the truth!!! What I wrote... She didn't even want tell me her real age, and to think I found her on friendster and fridae! Eugh. Just imagine that. Bleagh.
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