Ladies Affair

Ching asked if I wanna attend the CLEO's bachelors party on Friday night
since she has an extra ticket and it's a good reason to support bachelor no.10.
Office was on the move, so it wasn't certain, but Friday ended at 3.30pm, must be a sign.
I went home with a copy of CLEO (gotta do some research before hand you see).
After going through the 50 bachelors, I was amused that I met at least 6 of them before.
Is Singapore that small? Or am I that lucky? Well, it's pretty obvious what are the odds.

The show and activities revolved around the idea of, basically, men, taking their top off.
I swear! this annual bachelor thing spawned from the concept of a bunch of ladies,
oppressed feminists maybe, who wanna watch men take off their top legally, en masse.
Like a school that tests on only 1 subject - Take Off My Shirt 101.
They jumped on every opportunity to make the guys to take.it.off.

Oh, Singapore banned smoking in clubs for quite a while.
The good thing is, we will smell normal and clean-ish after a night of clubbing.
The bad thing is, we started smelling other things! Like body odour, sour feet and...
ppl cutting the cheese... This is the worst, coz you're stuck, can't run away from that spot.at.all.

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I won 2 tickets to the Ladies Affair by Power98 at Singapore Turf Club.
To be honest, the venue itself was the main reason why I wanted to go.

I have 2 scenarios imagined.

Scenario 1:
I imagined galloping sound, food, alcohol, sexy horses, petite jockeys, adrenaline,
binoculars, hot cheering men, pretty dresses, big hats, huge sunnies with bubbly in hands
and William Tell Overture playing in the background.

Scenario 2:
Not classy, lecherous uncles, cigarette smoke, smelly horses and swearing around.

It turned out to be somewhere in between. It's classy, in one of those huge glass room,
looking down on the green pasture with a huge screen that does justice to those sexy horses.
Nice food, with booths for tarot, astrology, health products, massage and manicure.

I went for a tarot card reading. To sum it up:
I was an indigo child, thus an indigo adult now.
I might feel happy most of the time, but deep down there's this certain thing that's not fulfilling.
It'll be easier to strike a balance internally and externally after knowing the traits of an indigo adult.
Apparently I'm not the only one in the world, and there are groups out there to guide these ppl.
I have confrontational issues, especially with mum.
I can't change her but can only change my attitude towards her.
A man will enter my life between Oct-Dec.
He might be the love of my life and we will get married and have 2 kids.
That's my life story.
Basically it sounded like I'm a nutcase that's totally screwed up,
who can't fit in anywhere and have a struggle internally and externally.
Totally hopeless.

Go Go-Kart!

Go Karting was s.t.r.e.n.e.o.u.s.
Non-power sterling brings you a whole different level of driving.
With you feeling you're protecting the kart instead of the other way round,
you're constantly fearing that you'll die on the track without leaving your last word.
Didn't fulfil my dream of being a race queen despite my passionate volunteering.
The nearest I got was getting under the race queen umbrella, earnestly flinging my arms with a virtual flag.
On my 2nd lap, it drizzled and made me felt like a movie star.
The best part was the mere 10 mins in the circuit managed to create a new addiction for the go-kart virgin!
The morning after with the new found passion leaves you with a pair of aching shoulders, triceps and memories.

*Siew's keyboard sucks.

Freakhood

The moment has arrived, he emerged, stark naked. I sat up on my bed, trying so hard to ask casually.

"Are you in a rush?" The question came with a pure intent in knowing if I needed to rush my ass off to keep up with his schedule.

"No." He answered. "I'm going to cook you breakfast."

I am civilised enough to be polite, so I managed, "Awww... Thank you."

Walked past him on my way to the loo, touched his stomach. Thought I needed the human connection, badly, before all my 'false pretence' fell apart.

His face screwed up, like, where am I supposed to find tea now. Well, it was a cheap thrill for me.

......

After a round of errand and a few rounds of jam, he dropped me off KLCC. I spent an obscene 664 at Topshop. I had told Siew that the problem was catching up, especially this month and especially this time. She wondered aloud if the sex was that bad to cause such damage. I assured her it was totally a control problem and I will fix that in no time. I glued my ass at Bagel Station for the next 3 hours to read, and of course, to prevent any further damage.

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and then...

protect me with all your might...
be my shinning armour knight...
deflower me in the middle of the night...
bring me through a pleasant ride...
one day you will make me your bride...
deliver a baby at the countryside...
he will grow up and be your pride...