And my answer is always the same, “dunno”. Which is annoying but I find myself so bushed sometimes that the minute my right foot enters the door, I’m already rushing to bed. So forget about asking me out for TT session or whatever have yous once I have confirmed I’m home.
Honestly, I am a lonely basket but my buddies always give me the facepalm and reason how I could be lonesome when I have so many friends. This is the irony of the extrovert introvert *haha* where one can have many many friends but lonely still. In other words, desperately seeking soulmate lar! :p so desperate that I asked my best friend to go ‘steady’ recently. His reply?...”I can only answer your question when I see some actions.” WTH! No offence taken of course but he was obviously ruffled. He ranted and raved and I was confused for a bit but I know where I stand and I could understand the phobias and stigma attached to agreeing to ‘seal the deal’ with me. Horror of horrors huh? It’s not like I asked you to marry me what! But he knows me to well and understood what was being asked for and in his way tried to ‘politely’ decline. Dehemit! Now best friend has decided to go the way of the poof! Which is to disappear lest he jinx my intention of finding true love or some whack shit? Well, I tried and took his refusal in stride. Hey, I’m cool like that you know :)
So, this rejected went dejected to the fields of Farrer to kick some balls. One must know how to deal with stuff like this without resorting to self inflicted violence. Thank god for the school holidays so football training has increased in frequency. Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays there’ll be training in the evenings and since I finish pretty early (I start earlier mah) I could just about make it to Farrer park where Coach Tohari and the boys will be already roughing it out. Beds agreed to partner me that day and thank god I brought my kit to work in cases of emergency like above. We arrived and kit up, beds had to wear the smelly bib and we played with the boys. As you know, football is a “gentelman’s game” so the boys (or men???) tried to avoid passing, tackling or didn't even want to try look in our way. Coach had to scream at them to pass to us. I just went for thier legs all the time in retaliation :p Shy shy I think but it was no sweat beds and me because we play with boys all the time. All in all it was still a good workout and since IT was TGIF and I didn’t want to go back to sleep; I convinced beds to let me tag along to go pick up some shoes from her friend in town. I had earlier planned to visit kidd at her new place but there were no takers. All the same I sent a mass sms to all my footie kakis and told them that we’ll be chilling out random till late and anyone is welcome to join.
We showered (yes gals!!!! There is a shower for gals at farrer park dardey) and made our way to locate Felicia somewhere in boat quay. We got lost and made turns around boat quay AND Clarke quay SO in the end Felicia HAD to hunt for us instead. Lil dee, stephie, kidd and lina replied and said will join us later for supper and or whatever so we waited for the rest at Clarke quay to chill abit up and wait for the rest. They came, they saw and we all smacking loudly air kissed each other and then decided to head down to boat quay for the tarik. You cannot imagine how either of these places changed! I felt old but! Hell yeah! i do not look old hor *muahahahaha* so anyway, steph left to join her frenchie roomie and then beds had to head home in case she turn into a pumpkin :p left with lil dee, kidd, lina and me to push the limits of the humid night further. Kidd suggested we hang at istana park, dhoby ghaut where the skaters roam and we all agreed to walk there. I suggested we take a short cut hiking up Fort Canning (it was already 1am siaked) since they haven’t been up there themselves before and I could show them exactly where I worked. Lil dee jumped at the appearance of a wee frog and I was asking myself why the hell did I suggest this route???? Because it IS DAMN creepy lar the place at night, ESPESCIALLY since I already know that there is a kramat (its GRAVE lar!) in Fort Canning. It was not called the Forbidden Hill for nothing before *gulps* and I kept steering the gals away from the lanes leading to it. making it easier to avoid was the fact that paths leading to it are not brightly lit. we managed to avoid it *phew* and they asked me to show them where was the Registry of Muslim Marriages (ROMM), which was close.
There we discovered a durian tree right in front of ROMM and while trying to make funny of the damn scary already situation we took pictures with the small durians that littered the ground. While I tried to ignore the prickling sense of all my hair standing on ends! We were taught not to ‘tegur’ or rather make any mention of strange and scary things so we still carried taking pictures with my phonecam. Lil dee and kidd were pretending to be runaway brides haha and we were trying to get a shot of them trying to break into the ROMM. Beside the entrance is a vending machine and somehow I was trying hard to avoid looking there. We took a few shots before I declared that my phonecam sucks bigtime with nightshots, so we should make a move already.
I turned to my right where we came from and that route didn’t feel so right. I looked to my left where the is an UNLIT path (darrrrrrrrrrrkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk mauts) to the spice garden and it didn’t feel right as well so I tried to convince the gals to slide down the steep slope in front of us *muahahaha* leading to the road below. GAH! Lina just had to suggest to use her sony ericsson phone to RETAKE the shots. Ho hum…I sad okay. Lil dee was trying to strike pose and I SAW her taking a double take just then. Her face all ashen and panicky when she happened to look towards the vending machine. *uwaaaaaa* I maintained composure and then lina nudged me. I said ok go! WE all FELT it and SMELT it!!!!!!!!! I insisted that the slide down the slope will be fun! But lil dee insisted on taking the spice garden route. I muttered some prayers and we walked through it quickly. The smell of cloying frangipani greeted us and since it was NOT too strong indicated that IT was quiiiiiteeeee near. My heart was pumping overtime man! We reached the main road and it was only when we could hear music from timbre a local pub hangout somewhere close did I manage to breathe normally. Lina then whispered to me about a black black figure when I told her to shut her trap immediately!
Arrived! Istana park is SMACK in the middle of a busy busy main road so PHEW. No worries about close encounters here *huuhurhur* There were some like us too just there hanging out and with our drinks and keropoks we settled down at the istana park to lepak. Wah! I felt 16 heehehe…the next time I checked my watch it was blaardy 6 am already so we all shared a cab home. Good thing I wasn’t working unlike the three of them >) Lil dee headed home with me since she stays ON the other part of the island and I think she can fit into my used-to-be-FAT pants. We wear about the same shoe size so it was settled. If they don’t fit she has to haul her ass back to jurong herself. i snoozed away the whole Saturday afternoon but I got another surprise, the terrors suddenly cancelled their trip up to genting. Apparently their papa told terror 1 and 2 there were no tickets but told terror 3 that she has to update her baby photo in her passport before they could make the trip *whatever~~flipshair*BUT ka-ching!!! he’s going anyway to malaysia with his wifey so the terrors are left all alone with the lazy muthafarken maid for the weekend. There goes my PLANNED weekend again courtesy of the ex *^@*^*$^@($&($&@)*$@)$&). Where can i get a sitter at this hour?
Budget was tight and I CANNOT cancel Sunday training anymore than I could grab a cab and haul them to be with me. Terror 1 was getting emotional and was crying and raving mad. She wished she was dead and amongst other things wished that we didn’t divorce. Fooooooh! It was 1030pm already and I had to keep calm and coaxed terror 1 to fix something to eat. Hungry people are angry angry people. Guess what? The maid told the kids she don’t know HOW to BOIL a hardboiled egg! I even gave specific instructions but the maid chose instead to turn in at 11pm. My blood was boiling by their 20th call and it was already 130am. They made much noise so the neighbor downstairs made a trip up to scare them. note please that the miad refused to wake up. The emotional wrestling over da phone continued till I convinced terror 1 to raid the kitchen to see if we can try fixing simple recipes with whatever was available. Terror 1 listed all the stuff and we settled on bread, butter, cheese, parsley and bits of pepper. I trust her with the microwave and like spies they worked supper with stealth in case they wake up the maid. Tummy is full and I told them to park themselves in front of the telly and try to doze. At one point I think I did threaten to call their dad immediately and demand an explanation for all this crap! But that was merely a slip of course. I knew it will only make things worse for them.
Finally. Sleeeeep. Time check 2am. Terror one called AGAIN! at near 3am to complain that the maid woke up and switched off all the lights and telly and forced the kids to just lie down in their bedroom. Again inducing hysterics from all the terrors. At that point of time, I WAS really tempted to GET over and KILL someone. Luckily, I managed to appease them by promise of better tomorrow. So after soccer training last Sunday, with help from my school buddy we kidnapped the terrors and spent the day at the beach. Needless to say by 11pm I was a walking zombie. Monday went uneventful; I was already in bed just as the news came on. And my friends WONDER I busy with whattttttttttttttt?
Sleep lar.
Stay sane,
Jahatamyemeelea
p/s : today terror 1 called and asked me about a hotel “PUTERI PAN PACIFIC”. I told her it is in johore bahru and I thought she wanted to tell me the coincidence of the hotel having the same name as hers. I asked why before jumping the gun and she replied sarcastically, “orh! So papa must have stayed there lar cos he said he go mesia to go hospital!” Then I replied, “Good lar, let them be honeymooners so I can see you more often”. Terror’s reply, “ada anak honeymooooooooon aper??! “ I rest my case *ziippppppppppppp*
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