Thursday
-30th oct 2003-
-8:45 am-
the english language is such a wonder. i mean, take for instance "jam". it can mean having a spontaneous artistic performance, a sweet concoction you spread over bread, or in my sorry-ass case, being stuck. in traffic. while late for work.
what a way to start a day. ho-ho-holicks eh?
yesterday wasnt so bad.. i finally got kelly to rise n shine, though, unlike the saying, she didnt quite shine very much without her make-up on. ha-ha. but she's still pretty enough for me to not regret asking her over, and instead regretting that i drank too much and... well you know the rest.
thankfully for me, i had the foresight to submit my leave for yesterday, so kelly was the one who had to rush around and leave for work, which starts at noon. She works at California Fitness as a yoga instructor or pilates or something like that.
i dropped by kevin's place after seeing her off (at my door). Just to say hello, since he was on shore-leave, and maybe grab a little lunch with him.
kev at the right ol' age of 21 signed on as a navy regular. according to him, he'll split after his bond is over, take his gratuitity and open a chain of coffeeshops around singapore, getting fantastically rich in the process. i raised an eyebrow over his plans, but as kevin goes, im sure he'll give birth to another entrepreneurial idea every year.kev and i go way way back - back when we were tuition mates in our primary school years. We have kept our friendship going through the trying teenage years, and our three years at the same polytechnic, till now. we used to jam (in the spontaenous musical performance sense of the word) plenty during our angst filled teen days, but its dribbled out now, and i play the drums for another outfit.
kev's got a girlfriend too, so he's not much of a clubbing partner. in fact, he doesn't like to club. i guess when you've got a girlfriend, u gotta start doing girlfriend-friendly things.. like not gazing at sexily dressed females and drinking enough alcohol to be brazen enough to approach the said female. anyway, kevin answered the door after the third ring.
"a-ha!" he said by way of greeting.
"wassup man," i completed the ritual.
"eh i called you last night, but you werent in. clubbing issit."
"clubbing and a little more.." i grinned back at him.
"shit. who's the chick?"
kev, by virtue of the fact that he's chosen to remain faithful to his girl, gets his kicks outta listening to other people's sexcapades.
"some kelly girl.. but the kicker was we didn't even do anything man. i drank too much and she drank too much and we just knocked out when we reached my place"
Something akin to shock spread out on kevin's usually morose face. "TOO DRUNK TO EVEN DO THE DIRTY?! Are you losing it bro?"
"naw man. look im feeling shit about it too man. but im gonna ask her out again tomorrow, for dinner, and try to have a go again," i placated him.
***
shifting back into gear, i eased the accelerator and cut into the adjoining lane. some haughty arse in a black honda leaned on his horn as i did that. not bothering with him, i just smiled into the rear-view mirror, hoping that he'll catch my sarmy mug, and merged with the traffic...
so tonight i'm gonna meet up with kelly again. hmm. i wonder where should we go for dinner.. somewhere to get her into the mood. maybe a walk by a water feature would help the atmosphere. so i mentally listed restaurants which are fronted by water. esplanade... kallang... world trade center..
so many places to choose from. i filed it under "pending" in my mind, to be looked upon later when im at work, to ease up on the boredom.
i just hope she doesnt cancel on me. but that's quite a werid thought. im not supposed to worry about these kinda things. unless im somehow falling for her? okay, she's pretty, and tanned, we hit off pretty well at the bar, and there was the enthusiastic tounge wrestling at the back of the cab when we were en-route to my place. but she's supposed to be a one-night-stand. which wasnt.
"maybe the feeling'll go away when i finally nail her," i mused.. "Better get your shit together man. I'm sure she's out looking for a fling anyway, so don't fall too hard or you'll be red-faced and sore-arsed."
Wednesday
-28 oct 2003: 11:23pm
boy did I look stupid yesterday.
my neighbour opened her door at 6 to go to the market.
i nearly scared the hell out of her.
probably from the shock of looking at my makeup-smudged-mascara-running-face.
and no. kel wasnt back yet .
kel kel kel. where are u?- i was screaming inside my head.
fast forward past the humiliation.
kel came back in the evening. looking all bright and chirpy.
she was glowing.. and looked as if... hmm.. as if she .. was in love??
kel? in love? ok that's a bit strange.
coz for as long as i knew her, she was never into "love."
she had lovers. yes. but love? hmm . no.
" kel..-" before i could ask, she cut me short again.
"i met the most amazing guy!! he was funny, sweet....charming..."
blahblahblah.
she went on and on abt this hot guy she met at the party. Which she didnt invite me to, I must add...*how bitter can i get?*
so Kel spent a night at Mr charming's flat. best part was. they didnt do anything.
I didnt know whether to congratulate her or not. grin
-praise her for her self control,(ha) and even after the acknowledgement that they didnt do anything together, she was still sooo into him. amazing.
maybe he really is that wonderful. whatever.
kel wants to bring him home someday.
*cringe*
am i like suppose to approve of him or something??? y did i suddenly feel like the role of being a best fren-and roommate- was getting tougher and tougher?
argh. i have weird feeling i'm gonna have a bad reaction when i see him.
> not looking forward to it.
-28 oct 2003 :1215 am
Walking to the door of my flat , I reach into the front pocket of my huge backpack, trying hard to find my keys.
After rummaging through a few times, I recalled leaving it on the coffee table in my flat- while speaking to Kelly. And then I had ran out after I realised I was running late for an appointment.... I just expected her to lock the door after me.
-argh
I tried knocking the door… no one answered.
I tried calling Kelly.
She finally picked up her cell...slurring in this semi-drunken voice: “ohhhhi..errrmmm I’m at a party yeahhh…gonnabee out fer da night yaahh.. I’ll see u tomorrowwww....”
“what the..--??!..”- before I could continue,. she hung down on me.
I could never have felt better. I was stranded outside my own house! And the best part was. Kelly didn’t even invite me to the party! My best friend could so drive me crazy sometimes…
I sat down sullenly outside the door, attempting to fall asleep, with the great company of my slippers and potted plants.
I know I’d look SOO stupid in the morning.. when my neighbours find me in this state.
Oh what the hell. I’m too tired to think that much.
And Kelly.. she betta have a good reason for staying out….she must have met some guy at the party.
Sheez.
Tuesday
-28 Oct 2003-
- 6:15 am -
- Stark's Room -
It's a quarter past six and a ringing sound fills my ears, which is werid because,
1) i never set alarms
2) even if i did, its the weekend and nobody wakes up at 6 on the weekends.
slowly, the din fires up my brain into a state more deserving of conscious thought and i recall what a havoc party i had last night. and the amount of alcohol i have consumed is making its presence felt in my bladder.
going back to the fact that an alarm is still beeping somewhere in my room, i peek my eyes open and discover another human form, female thank god, sprawled on my futon next to me. strange. i dont remember getting lucky last night.
tearing off my sheets, i discover, with some sense of dismay, that my boxers are still on. so we must've crashed from the alcohol way before we did anything frisky. i just hope that when i turn her over, apart from collapsing from drunkedness, i didnt suffer from any "beer-goggles" last night.
whew. she's not bad looking.
which leaves the question of why is her handphone set to ring off at 615 in the bloody morning on the weekend.
"ehwakeup", i mumbled. definately not as sexily as i hope i sounded.
"geddupyourfoneisringing", i continued, in morning-speak. the language of choice for hungover, over-partied guys the world over.
"mmmmhh", the expected response.
"hell", i thought as i reached over and stabbed at the snooze button. i dont mind the company anyway.
- 6:15 am -
- Stark's Room -
It's a quarter past six and a ringing sound fills my ears, which is werid because,
1) i never set alarms
2) even if i did, its the weekend and nobody wakes up at 6 on the weekends.
slowly, the din fires up my brain into a state more deserving of conscious thought and i recall what a havoc party i had last night. and the amount of alcohol i have consumed is making its presence felt in my bladder.
going back to the fact that an alarm is still beeping somewhere in my room, i peek my eyes open and discover another human form, female thank god, sprawled on my futon next to me. strange. i dont remember getting lucky last night.
tearing off my sheets, i discover, with some sense of dismay, that my boxers are still on. so we must've crashed from the alcohol way before we did anything frisky. i just hope that when i turn her over, apart from collapsing from drunkedness, i didnt suffer from any "beer-goggles" last night.
whew. she's not bad looking.
which leaves the question of why is her handphone set to ring off at 615 in the bloody morning on the weekend.
"ehwakeup", i mumbled. definately not as sexily as i hope i sounded.
"geddupyourfoneisringing", i continued, in morning-speak. the language of choice for hungover, over-partied guys the world over.
"mmmmhh", the expected response.
"hell", i thought as i reached over and stabbed at the snooze button. i dont mind the company anyway.
