Urgh! Finally I get to sign in!

Trust me, I have been itching to blog for these few days.

I have so many things to say, but all of a sudden, as I sit in front of my computer, everything clammed up. Where am I going to start with so much happening around me?

And as most of you know, I have a horrible memory and my capacity of blurness unparalleled. It a miracal I can remember so much to say now.

Well, firstly, I remember.. Job Hunting! Yea! I called up these restaurants I found in the papers, and asked every single one for an interview. And because I had agreed to help Y look for a job too, so I asked him along for the interview later that night. I think it was.. on the 23rd.

We were supposed to meet at my floor, but when he came up, he found something unexpected (ok, I kinda expected it). He found Baby loitering around on my floor. Y didn't want to have a confrontation so he turned and went down the stairs.

Baby gave chase. He found him on the second floor and they had a talk. I don't know how things went between them, but at least they were both civil. After Baby left, Y came up to the 6th floor's elevator lobby to find me.

We went down together.

Baby suddenly popped out from the next block and begged to talk to me. Y stood between us because he was afraid that Baby would do something funny. He begged and begged and tried to talk to me, but I ignored him.

I have wasted too much of my breath on this kid. I am too tired to even defend myself anymore. Let him accuse what he wants to accuse.

It dragged on and on, to the extent of Baby kneeling down in front of Y and begging me to give him a chance. I called one of my mother's many god-sons and everything eneded when he came and escorted us to the bus stop. He's soooooo fierce!

Digression: It's not that I have no heart to ignore Baby kneeling down. It's just that it's been turned to stone by his many, many actions. I can't take it anymore. And, to be accused like that, before and after the relationship, is really not a nice feeling. Even if I did have something on with someone else now, it is no longer his problem.

Back to the topic. Where were we? Oh yes.

We went all the way to ********* and interviewed at one of the many pubs there. WE GOT THE JOB! WoohoO! Y's starting his waitering on July 1st, and I'm starting as a GRO (general relations officer) on Monday.

Name and location of pub undisclosed to prevent stalkers. Hit me a message if you want to know where it is.

The lady interviewing us, Ms Koh, was so pretty and nice! And she said I was pretty! *slobbery kisses all over her*

Okay I've gone mad, playing liquidgeneration.com games while writing this.

Need... inspiration!

After our successful interview, we walked all the way over to the esplanade to enjoy a (un)romantic chat. We horsed around until a police car passed by, by then which he was threatening to throw me into the water. He's really quite a nice guy except for his words sometimes. They hurt.

But, it WAS a magical night. It was a twinkling, sparkly night with fireworks exploding in my head. That feeling.. I've felt once before, and no more. It's gone.

Time to come clean! Yes, I molested him. His pockets I mean. He keeps our cigarettes in his pocket and tells me to beg whenever I want a stick. I am not one for begging, so it's time to use violence! I'm surprised I haven't torn a hole in his pocket yet.

We decided to leave around 11.30pm. Okay, HE decided that it was time for us to leave because we were missing the last train.

ARGH! My hand hurts. I tried to burn off a piece of loose plastic something on my dress today and that burning plastic fell on my hand.



Now that tiny patch of skin is COOKED. Yuck.

Back again to the topic..

We walked around some more, getting lost on our search for the mrt station. When we finally reached the end of city link, we were just in time to catch up with the last train. Thanks to me and my persistance! Haha!

Well. Went to IMM and Bugis with Y yesterday too. He left his friends in the lurch for me! Aaww~! They had already booked tickets for a midnight show at Bugis but there wasn't any for me because he asked me out at the last minute. So if there wasn't any for me.. I should've gone home then.

But he made a decision and soon after we were walking to PS for a show. Our show. Horror Train.

Well, I could tell you that it's not scary at all, except that once I curled up in shock. It was the shock factor, mainly, but there's... no wait. There is a part where I almost screamed. The part where the guy was photographing the empty carriage and suddenly this crazy upside down woman pops out.

After that, we walked all the way to somerset to take the NR1 back home. Imagine walking around all day in heels! Woah!

Well, there must be something wrong with me because I puke this morning. Something's wrong with my tummy, and I'm suspecting it to be stomach flu. What exactly is stomach flu anyway?

Well, as for today, we went to causeway point because I had to pick up a box of cigarettes a friend of mine brought in from M'sia. We walked around aimlessly and then headed off for Bishan.

I don't know why, but I can't shop with my guy friends. Unless there is a specific thing that I want to buy, or I won't feel like shopping. It feels funny to have someone squirming away beside you when you're picking out clothes or something.

Over at J8, I practically drooled for at least half an hour. Firstly, it was because of the Shihlin crispy chicken I bought. And secondly, there were HUNKS WALKING AROUND TOPLESS. On stage of course. They were having a something something face contest. The girls weren't that great, but the guys.. woah.

I'm not saying that every single one is cute, but most of them are at least cuter than most of the guys you see wandering around on the streets. There was this guy in green with an awfully cute smile, who later went on to emerge as the winner. Then there was this guy who didn't smile, and he looked incredibly like Donnie Yen!

Speaking of Donnie Yen, I went messing around online for his picture today. I found out that he just got married! Argh! And that's not the worst part. The worst thing is, he's got a daughter named Jasmine! Double argh!

Sigh. Why are all the great men married?

Okay, I know today's post is kinda boring and sounding like one of those bimbotic "today I went where-and-where and did so-and-so. end of story" type, but how could I elaborate more? I had to consolidate three days into one post because the blogger login wasn't working the previous two days. Darn.

And I'm playing games on liquidgeneration.com. Dumb, really. I should be playing stuff like photo hunt but I did that all through yesterday and the day before.

(Even) More pictures of Cash!



Camoufledged



Preening its left armpit



And the right



And now the.............



So paiseh!