Just dropping by.

Today I found out that one of the other four people in my Advanced Calculus class is also a Chemistry major. Tapi dier second-year la, which explains why I haven't seen him before. Haha. I know, uninteresting, but kindred spirit!

Tuesday night I hung out at my void deck with Khai [not MBB, unfortch] for like two hours, just talking. He's so cute. So cute.

I watched Mukhsin over the weekend and it has got to be the saddest movie I've ever watched in my life. *bawls* I wish I lived in a kampung and had a sweet, innocent romance with a boy two years older.

Well. Going home now. Lots to do.

Bodoh, when I come in here to print notes, takder pulak.

[Yesterday I was at Simpang and eyeing this late-twenties/early-thirties malay/serani dude who was just about the coolest thing you can imagine. Unfortch, that was about the extent of it. D= )

I had an interesting night which started with very last-minute plans to go clubbing with Rizal and Farhan. Unfortch, they spent some time trying unsuccessfully to withdraw money at three different ATM machines. And then we got to St. James at 330, when Powerhouse closes at four on Saturdays. So we headed to Clarke Quay via ECP to meet Dayah and Fang, but the Rochor exit was closed, and plus there was only one lane open on the Sheares Bridge, haha. We passed by Kallang, and there was a fire at one of the shophouses. People milling around outside and there was an LF, two firebikes, and loads of firefighters, <3!!!

Kesian the boys, all dressed up and nowhere to go. Well, they're trying again this weekend.

I accidentally flashed 850275903 unsuspecting drivers on the way to Farhan's place because my babydoll top blew up around me somewhere around Bedok. MAMPOS. And I tried, but didn't manage, to reel it back in. Haha.

So Shafa flew off this morning.

I managed to get Hanom and Atikk to make their way down to the airport at the understandably-unearthly hour of seven in the morning to send her off. It was cool. Atikk was gushing about her matair/hubby, i.e. Shafa's it-takes-30-minutes-for-him-to-look-cute-to-me cousin. Hanom and I had a snack from SB-T2, and after we bid farewell to Shafa, we waited around for Popeye's to open.

I can't believe that despite five missing teeth and a mouth full of metal [non-magnetic, btw, I tested them out at Hanom's place last night], I managed to eat through a couple of fish fillets, kulit ayam, fries, mashed potatoes and a buttermilk biscuit. Sinfully yummy, by the way. Tak regret langsung.

There was a major shortage of all the cute airport mats who brightened up my life zaman-zaman I used to study at the airport. WHAT'S THIS?!?!

It was such a gorgeous day, pity I had to go home and sleep.

I feel so empty, why is that?

Fantastic, hebat, fantastic day yesterday.

Anyway Wed night I was out the whole night, got home at five, showered and baring-baringed for half an hour, got ready and left for school. I was shattered. Reached at 715 and mercifully, Spinelli's was open, and even more mercifully, he was working. I went up and said hi and he replied hi without turning around, and then he turned and went, "Eh HI! Suara mat saleh sey!" And we talked for awhile. That so totally helped.

I think sleepy-driving is as dangerous as drink-driving.

Aku barely slept for 1.5 hrs at home, then it was off to the dentist.

Now I know why people fear dentists. That was, without a doubt, the most traumatic experience of my life. And that includes the skidding accident I had last year. Well I got a seven-day MC out of it.

So anyway, at night, aku yang stubborn ini went to Dbl O with Shafa! It was rockin', Tapi once again, I didn't get my Cute Guy of the Night. Aku tengah eyeing this guy with sharp sideburns. Hot sey. Tapi he kept disappearing. BODOH. Wasted siolsss. Anyways aku pandai, we went and retrieved our bags just before everything ended, therefore avoiding the queue.

Then we headed down to MoS to meet A'an and Khai, hehe. After that, lots of laughter, and fun, and banyak muker ngantuk-ngantuk, tak guna betul..

So that was Shafa's last night out with me. Super-fun! Can't wait for next year already!

Haha, bumped into a McDelivery mat at a red light. He smiled at me so aku senyum balik ah, pasal good mood. Guess what he asked. "Bulan-bulan bayar berapa?" Wow! Smooth line, mat McDelivery. Aku just layan je ah. Hehe.

Today we were walking back to LT27 from the toilet and Shah mati-mati nak masuk by the back, so I followed her, and we saw MBB! As in, Khai! Haha. Aku macam spontaneously peluk-ed her, and only let go when he turned around. MAMPOS.

Also, during the lecture I was dying of past embarrassment. You know, zaman-zaman we had lectures in LT27 all the time, and I had a crush on this dude called Lonerguy, but I didn't even have a chance of him looking at me, jangan kata bebual. We sat far apart, boys in a few groups, girls in one group. And today it was coincidentally like that again, so aku macam malu balik. I don't think I want to sit near him in LT27 ever.

Speaking of year one days, I was continuing the ongoing process of cleaning my room, i.e. clearing my stuff from yesteryear and I found a few goodies.

I used to get bored during lectures [okay, fine, I still do] and I'd plan my baju timetable under my normal timetable. Earrings, top, bottom, shoes and bag. I know, right? Merepeknyer aku. Now I just do it in my head like everyone else.



Well, I guess Shah got bored too. This would be a seating plan based on Shah's Nostradamus calculations. Can you see how, at the end of Raya, Shah would have been sitting with BR, and me with Lonerguy, and Amy ketinggalan? Hilarious.






Time to play Guess Whose Bike. Guess whose bike?!?!?



That has got to be the biggest, sparkliest doa-sticker I've ever seen on a bike. And, I'm pretty sure it's new.

Congratulations, the winner is Lonerguy!

Ooooooo guess what, this morning I was greeted cheerfully by Hasyim-lookalike: "Muka monyok je.. Pagi tadi tak seterika ke?"

Nat burst out laughing when I told her, but it was too early in the morning for me to appreciate the humour. Still. Loves that he's so super-friendly now.

I enjoyed a solitary caramel latte at the Breakfast Club table, and one of the new MBBs walked past. The plump one. Ohwell. It's better than nothing, right? Well then tadi after lab I went to Megabites alone to wait for Nat and Shah, and a couple of MBBs were having a late lunch at one of the larger tables with some guy. Unfortch, Khai was not one of them. They all turned to look at me, tapi aku malu, so I ignored them. Haha.

Later when the two dodols arrived, we were trying to find a bigger table and they chose that moment to leave. Itu pun macam terhegeh-hegeh nak belah. The less-cute one [who's also one of the two original MBBs, the other one being Khai] smiled at me, LOTS OF TIMES. So aku smiled back la. What am I supposed to do, stick out my tongue? The other newer MBB--who was with him--is cute though, with dyed-blond hair and a Fai face.

I love my MBBs. Amy are you jealous yet?

But I still like Khai best. Maybe it's the shy smile he reserves for us. You know, macam it fools you [or me, at least] into thinking that dier baik after all. I'm into baik mats now. Not like Shafa, who goes for matrips. *giggle*

Just now on the way home, jam giler bapak, and lots of bikes yang irritatingly taknak selit quickly enough! Dahlah pantat aku cramp and bag aku berat. But this uncle on an FBC plate gave way to me, so nice!




Friday night, Hafez the Cute paid a visit to store, with his brother. Sorry, I still think he's cute. *sticks out tongue*

Saturday night, I went clubbing with Shafa. In her words, awesome. First it was The Pump Room, which, admittedly, had great music but HORRIBLE crowd. Well, horrible to a 20-year-old mat-lover like me. Haha. You know, angmohs and other assorted foreigners, all above the age of thirty. There was some Indon-looking pakcik waving his arms [to the music] THE WHOLE TIME. There was a pair of forty-something ladies dancing next to us and Shafa was screaming, "God, asal mak-mak kau sebok ni? How OLD are they?"

After that we convinced each other to go MOS, ah I love you MOS. Cinta and rindu. MOS rocked balls. And that's all I'll say here. Let's just say that I'm not the Good Girl Gone Bad.

Can the Good Girl Gone Bad go back, anyway?

From Friday night of the National Day weekend: clubbing with Shafa, DeeDee and Atikk. Not enough mats, not enough great music, not enough space, but it got better in the end. Haha.



On Friday right, I went public to school. It's one of the rare times I go public, betul tak? So anyway, there were macam 89487278503 thousand ITE mats, whee! Of course, as the years go by, the age gap between me and ITE mats grows ever wider. Haha. Anyways, I was all happy and buoyant when the train broke down at Eunos. Therefore, we all had to get out and troop into the next train, and I had to stand for the entire freaking ride.

Look, aku budak Pasir Ris. I'm used to maybe not getting a seat home from school, but I'm also used to getting a seat from home to school. THEREFORE, what the hell!??! When I stepped off the 95, I was in a bad mood.

Then I bumped into four [yes, FOUR] MBBs outside LT27. I macam, stared in shock, then I recovered to realise that Khai was one of them, so I smiled at him, and OMG he smiled back laaa! Oh, hidup ini hebat.

I went to LT25, joined the rest in trooping to LT27, then rushing back to LT22. BINGIT balik. Then he decided to introduce this little gadget:

I felt like Adam Sandler's character in Click. Totally, right? It's used to transmit your responses to a live quiz, for our midterms later.



Random mat: "Excuse me, do you have a lighter?"
Me & Shafa: "No, sorry, we don't smoke."
Random mat: [without missing a beat] "Oh, can you teach us to quit?"

It was like 5 a.m. on Friday night/Sat morning and we were walking from Forum to store. By virtue of his very original and amusing comment, we spared him and his friends a few minutes in the ambience of our ardor. [Whatever THAT means. Haha.] One of them kept teasing me and accusing me of staring at me with my "mata nakal" under my "rambut cute".

?!?!?!


Saturday, the Ikea men came over and my room went from this:

to this:

Isn't it rockin'?!?! I still have a lot of tidying up to do, but it'll look pretty much like that anyway, when I'm done. It so totally does not feel like my room, it's more like waking up in a hotel room every morning [or afternoon, actually, to be realistic]. Wonder how long that feeling will last, anyway.


Well Nat finally finished lab [which I proudly finished an hour ago!], so gots to go, but I'll be back to blog about my Wild Weekend later. Bye!

Apa khabar friends?

Yesterday at work I became a stand-in LC because there were three new partners and only three non-new-non-manager partners. Since I was one of the latter group, terpakselah aku coach Benjamin. SO WEIRD. I'm really not made to teach, as people like Fana can testify. But it was fun. It meant I got to hang around in the back room [not a big loss last night cos tak ramai orang], and takyah buss AT ALL! Omg Heaven.

Well I was scheduled to end at ten, on the [very sincere!] premise that I had to get home early and sleep early in preparation for my 8 a.m. class today. But then, as I was about to change, my Cute Boy called! Aku pun aper lagi.. Hopped and jumped and danced around crazily, screaming when I finally put down the phone, and dolled up for a night out at.. Geylang.

Haha. No it's not what you think. They were having supper at some coffeeshop. So I met up with them there. It's still weird looking at Farhan, because of his great resemblance to Abdillah. Difference is, I have no feelings for Farhan la. Haha. Anyway all the guys were asking me about Wani, and fighting over hypothetical situations in which they get to sit next to her. Sound familiar?

[Ooh sidetrack kejap. It was surprisingly a comfortable and un-hassling ride home after school on Tuesday. Walaupun peak hour and all. Anyway, I got chatted up at the White Sands Primary traffic light by a couple of van men [from Too Phat's Just A Friend, geddit?!?!]. Haha. Tak hodoh-nak-muntah, so overall it was flattering. Haha.]

We didn't stay long cos Farhan was bugging us to go home, which suited me fine actually cos, you know, dah almost midnight and I was due to wake up at five in the a.m.!

Clearly, takder one-on-one time with Cute Boy, but maybe it's for the best. We have years ahead of us, right?

Ohyeah speaking of Farhan, he's looking to sell his [white] SP. Anyone interested?



This morning Alfian was smartly-dressed for his EURIP presentation. What a pleasant first! Except, by his own admission, he was near-to-bursting out of his clothes. HEHE.

I secretly love my Advanced Calculus lectures [so far] because it's so macam, cosy, and I've yet to fall asleep despite the horrible timing and perfect settings! Haha. My lecturer's super-nice and patient, and guess what, we won't even have separate tutorial slots, they'll just be squeezed into the second hour of the second lecture slot. TOTALLY.

I'm so sleepy and I still have like two hours to kill and no one to spend them with. And I think it's still raining, so I'm pretty much grounded. BODOHNYER.

The PostSecret Mini-Movie

PostSecret is the site of my weekly therapy. You should try it too.

I met up with my Cute Boy last night. Skejap je. Kat bawah block [aku]. There was this abandoned sofa there, kebetulan, so we just sat there and talked awhile. There's a little bit of sandiwara going on in his life, so he had to go home and settle it.

My dreams have been restless and more merepek of late.

I'm highly bored and kepingin right now, but Chinese was pretty fun. There are actually real-life cute guys in the class, and it's not overpopulated by Vietnamese/Malaysian Chinese/Indonesian Chinese overachievers like last year. Sorry, but it's not fair right? Buat stress diri buat pe. Just take it as it comes along la.

I'm crapping.

Guess who I parked next to just now. Heh. [Not Allan Wu again!] He still elicits a scream and a smile from me after all these YEARS, amazingly.

First day of school, but it's so surreal, I expect to wake up anytime.

Breakfast Club has been disbanded because of clashes in schedule. But it didn't stop me from reaching school at 720 and going to our table and sitting down and staring into space. Yes, I really did that. Nak blajar, nak blajar aper? So I just sat there.

The first friendly face I saw was actually that of Hasyim-lookalike, who waved to me as I walked past. WAVED! Wow. That's an event in itself, really. Anyway I waited for 730 [cos that's when they officially open] and I walked over. He was arranging tables, and he smiled and started talking to me once I was within earshot.

"Hey, back at school?"/"You changed your hairstyle, huh?"/"Let me guess.. Caramel?"/"Asal muker muram je?"/etc. WOW he speaks malay to me now!

Oh, I'm the only one left in the mornings now, I replied, because I still have 8 a.m. lectures. Haha.

Speaking of 8 a.m. lectures, mine was attended by a grand total of five students in one of the seminar rooms at S16. MAMPOS. But it was alright, I suppose. The tiny class size means that he'll print our notes for us at no cost, and I guess every day will feel like a tutorial. Plus you have no excuse to fall asleep. Anyway half the time I'm struggling to understand, and the other half, I'm furiously copying notes.




Yesterday I went for an x-ray for the incoming braces. After that we went shopping at Ikea. And I mean shopping. We were there from 5-10 p.m., giving final once-overs to beds, tables, shelves and armchairs. Picking out curtain colours, bedspreads, loading abovementioned perabots onto a total of three carts. NOT including the shopping cart loaded with the smaller stuff. Thank God I decided to wear Birkenstocks pasal my mom was complaining about how her step-orthopedic slippers were killing her feet.

Moment of Kembangness: I was standing around waiting for the rest, and the semi-cute Ikea mats walked past me in a bunch, exclaiming loudly, "Eh, cute ah pompan ni.. Cute lah girl ni.." On TWO separate occasions, in TWO different aisles. *giggles annoyingly* I'm cute!

I'm getting a yellow wood four-poster, with a purple bedspread and possibly orange curtains. And this $500 rocking armchair I was drooling over a few weeks back. HEHE. It was further knocked down by 50 bucks.



But seriously, I was pancit even before the dentist. Cos on Saturday night I went out with Cute Boy, as usual. And his friends. And Shafa. And he likes me! Cute Boy, I mean. Can you believe it? Because I still can't! Ever since he told me, I've been drifting off at random moments, thinking to myself, Oh, so when he did so-and-so, it was because he liked me! Haha.

We went to Mustafa Centre, where the baggage counter guy was macam flirting with me, and since I was in a buoyant mood, aku layan, and then he said, "Takpelah nanti you nyer abang marah kan?" I just laughed and said yes. HAHA. Then we went to ECP and lepak sampai pagi. Breakfast at Simpang, where Shafa and I were ridiculed for our English and for eating mutton chop in the morning. Whatever, boys.

So since I only got home at eight in the morning, siler faham why I was so tired yesterday. Not that anyone cares.



It feels funny going through the routine of
1. Spinelli's coffee
2. Lectures
3. Printing at scilips
4. Blogging in the science CBLC
alone. Oh I was gonna take the SciPhi organiser, which is SO CUTE this year, but the queue was centuries long, so takperlah. I'm headed to pick up chinese books next.

Did I mention that Cute Boy has the hugest eyes with the longest, curliest lashes? Well. He does.

The days seem to fuse together. Prolly something to do with going out at 11 at night and getting back at six in the morning, getting four hours of sleep, and going out again.

Yesterday I went clubbing with DeeDee, Atikk and Shafa. DeeDee was amazing, she macam scored like three different guys without doing anything! Haha. I bumped into Derrick, Zester and Sally, in that order, and separately, of course.

I would like to apologise to Shafa for traumatising her with that guy Afardt. I should have warned her, or at least allowed her to get lost. Haha. Persistent, that guy is. I was messaging Rizal AND Cute Boy while we were dancing and dier still tak kisah. His friend looks about 7-12 years old, with teeth that stick out around 20 mm. Anyway, where was I. Yeah. Persistent. Followed us to the locker. Followed us out. Waited for me to finish talking on the phone, then asked for my number. And begged me to cancel my plans with the rest so I could hang out with them instead.

Sorry Shafa. I guess I was just macam celebrating the fact that I'm happily single at last. Haha. Zest was asking me, "Where's your boyfriend?" --"Dunno, broke up! Hehe! I'm free!"

But truth be told, I was missing Cute Boy the whole time we were on the dancefloor.

The music was alright, I suppose. Mendak at times, and once they actually played a selection of songs from our secondary school days. DeeDee was really going wild. Haha. Atikk and I togoked two fruit punches in a row. Yums giler fruit punch dier, tak macam MOS nyer, they have trimmings like cherries and a lemon slice.

We left at like three-plus gitu, pasal DeeDee da penat, and plus they finally played Beautiful Girls, haha. Cute Boy came down with Rizal, Ariff and their friend Hidir to send me home. Yessahhhh! We went for supper at 897 at Geylang, pastu balek ah.

He's so skinny I could prolly wrap my arms around him twice. He went, "Okaylah gi tido sana, I'll see you soon." --"Biler tu soon?"

I'm trying to get him to stop smoking. Tapi dier degil. Boys.

The good word for today is kemaruk.

My National Day didn't start off too well, but it got better at the end. I enjoyed Live The Dream, at least, and Noel's audition cracked my brother up. HAHA. Cute la si giler tu. [Noel, not my brother.] I thought Joakim's father was great, but I guess there are only so many spaces. Also, the twins [Zaki and Raki, or however you spell it] pun did not get through, too bad. Haha. The first time I ever went to Simpang was with them! And my sister, and my brother, of course. But it's funny to think about it.

Anyway after beribu-ribu tahun, when I'd finally given up hope, Cute Boy gave me a call. Dier baru balik JB, or some such. Then he said something about calling back, so I waited some more. Tapi dah tak tahan, so I messaged him. And he called, asking me why I didn't call him back. Wow. Boleh jadi giler. Anyway he asked me to meet him in half an hour.

So we met at Bedok Reservoir again and went to join the rest at Jalan Sultan. As is usual with these guys, we threw around the question "Aper plan?" every five minutes, but never came up with an answer. Finally they decided to play pool at Marine Parade. Okay cool.

You know me. I never play pool. But I don't mind watching cute guys. HAHA. Well si bodoh Cute Boy nak belah siang, so I asked him to accompany me to the toilet, and he actually waited for me sia. Then I very gatal-ly asked for a lift to the clinic for the next day [today].

That's not all, when I got home, I thought I saw someone who looked like him, so aku CALL DIER! My policy, in general, is "NEVER CALL THE GUY", but I completely and utterly broke it last night.

But at least I went to bed smiling.

Ohyeah the other guys were clamouring for me to intro my NUS friends to them. Giler. What am I, the universal matchmaker? What's the attraction, anyway?




I was pleasantly surprised this morning when he messaged me, asking me to wait, because he was coming to pick me up. Alamak cutenyer. Sanggup sey. I would have been fine taking the bus. I mean, aku just asked him on the off-chance that he might, and I guess I was just flirting a little.

He didn't just drop me off at the clinic, he actually accompanied me inside, and waited with me and we read magazines together and drooled over the cars in Torque. Then we went for a late brunch at Simpang [again], and he dropped me off just now before he went to pray.

Like I said before, I LOVE guys who sembahyang Jumaat.

Something's happening here. It's not wishful thinking on my part. Something is happening. The question that remains is whether or not he's just playing. And the other question, whether I would care if he was just playing.




Haha yesterday Rizal was telling me to ask my friends to go clubbing with them on Saturday, because he'd send one of them home for sure. So I retorted, "Oh, aku mintak tumpang tak boleh eh?!?!" and he looked all sheepish. I still wouldn't mind, you know. It IS a hot bike.

Dah lama tak kerje, it felt macam abit weird gitu.. Haha.. But you know, I didn't make any huge mistakes or anything. I was missing a few people though. Dan, obviously. Caramel brothers, of course. Stuff like that.

I got POS as usual but had to close after barely three hours BODOH pasal I "made too much money already". It wasn't horribly busy though, which for me was unexpected, considering, you know, holiday eve and all. I mean, it's even possible that it's busier on normal Wednesdays. Ohwell. Not complaining, really.

Dayah came down with Arliana, Wani and Azza around the time I knocked off. We hung out for awhile, but well, they had prior plans and stuff so I didn't take up too much of their time. Mostly we played Guess-This-Person's-Age, and Are-You-Attracted-To-Farid. HAHA.

Azim came down with Rizal, Rudy and erm, the guy who lives in Bedok, whatever his name is. Luper ah. Hehe. Sorry. So I hung out with them pulak. Then another dude, Hidayat, joined us. Wondering where Cute Boy is? He was under house arrest by Azim, cos he had a sort-of accident yesterday afternoon. [Which he didn't even bother to tell me about. -_-]

Well, then we wanted to move off already but there was a roadblock at the carpark again [unsurprisingly], and Bedok guy macam ketakutan cos of his pipe, so we sorta lingered. By the time they decided to belah, and where to go, I'd decided to go down to Simpang to meet Cute Boy. [He'd cut the lock at his disc brake.] I mean, come on! The choice was clear.
1. Hang out with Cute Boy, near home.
2. Hang out with Cute Boy's friends, all over the island.
It had to be number one.

Gitu-gitu je, nothing exciting sangat. And no, I don't have plans for tomorrow. But it's okay, I guess.

[I smell like Naz cos tadi I wore her perfume, haha. I was reading Cosmo and it's interesting how we just associate scents with people.]

Oh and I got Chinese, YESSSS! But I don't know for how much cos malas nak check.

WHEEEEEE!!!

Hello friends!

Today was the Career Workshop thingy-wingy. Guess who was there. Mr Lonerguy himself! So cute. But he didn't bother to catch up with us, ohwell. And I forgot what it was like to sit in during lectures, fighting the sleep from your eyes. NOW I remember.

In the middle of the workshop, I got a pleasant surprise when Cute Boy messaged. I jumped up and down [inwardly]. We exchanged messages for awhile, then he said, "K adios!" so I said take care and decided that was the end of our pow-wow for the day.

Nat rode us home, and back at the playground, I realised he messaged me again asking where I was. Another exchange followed, which resulted in him asking me to hang out at Tampines. And of course, why would I refuse?

I mandied and made up and applied body lotion and sprayed on perfume, pretended not to know where As-Salihin was when he called, which resulted in him offering to come meet me at my place. Heh. He showed up on the green M. SO ADORABLE.

Adorable when he was looking for parking spaces, adorable when he found one for himself and started looking for one for me, and adorable when he decided to share that parking space with me. I wish I'd taken a photo, but I didn't have the balls to.

Today he didn't wear a cap.
"Asal tak pakai cap?" -"Alah, malam-malam buat aper pakai cap?"
He was wearing the same shoes he wore the first time we met.
"Kata malam-malam tak pakai kasut?" -The most adorable smile in return.

We joined Rizal and um, Rudy, I think his name is. Cute Boy then proceeded to tell them about how we'd spent the entire day together yesterday. Within my listening range. So, you know, it prolly means that it didn't mean anything to him, therefore he doesn't like me?

They call me Ain Degil now.

Ooh and Cute Boy asked if we wanna go riding on National Day. I told them I don't have Baby on that day, and he was like, "Alah, ada dua 400, pilih je satu.." upon which I gave Rizal the sweetest smile I could muster, prompting him to exclaim, "Eh, asal kau tengok aku gitu? Jangan tengok aku gitu!" Haha.

After that, we went to Tampines Mall and met up with Azim. But you know, by then, all the shops were closed. Ohwell. Anyway, I committed a huge boo-boo when I stuck out a hand to keep Cute Boy from being run into by a car. BODOHNYER AKU!!! EVERYONE saw it!!!

I got them some free drinks at Starbucks, and felt another tersentak moment when he came in to.. Accompany me? Help me carry the three drinks? Amek aircon? Prevent me from flirting with other guys? [HAHA.]

Then Farhan joined us, but I didn't know it was Farhan, I thought it was just some random friend of theirs, so I pretty much died when he sat down, took off the shades/specs, and I found myself staring into what looked like Lonerguy. He's a dead ringer for Lonerguy, I swear. Except for the gigis. Haha.

I don't really have much to say around them, but I dunno. Still macam fun. Being with them and all. Except that I used to hate seeing satu-pompan-banyak-lelaki groups, and now I'm that girl I hate!

Excitingly enough, as we left [he carried my bag for me, but got embarrassed halfway and begged me to take it back], I bumped into Yan and Aisyah [what's her butch name again?] outside BK. Yan is so adorable with those cheeks la. Talked to them, because wow I really missed them, it transpires. Aisyah brought up the times of when she was still a girl and I couldn't stop laughing for nuts.

There was this beyond-surreal moment when we were lined up, the six of us, at the front of the red light.

It ended great, because when I got home, he messaged, saying that if I wanna join them on Thursday, I can just choose someone to give me a ride. So I replied, "Nak ikut! Pillion u ah!" OMG someone slap me, I'm such a shameless floozy.

I know. He might not like me the way I like him, of course. But who knew one person could get me smiling all day, every day?

Thank you Dayah for being the reason we met.

I'm back, and happier than ever.

Was at Hanom's for a pow-wow session with Atikk. Yoyo guest-starred, and please don't believe the photos because he's much cuter and cooler-looking in real life. Tak gunalah camera kau Hanom.

We exchanged stories. So diverse, and so interesting, all of them.

I was macam grinning to myself because I was thinking of Cute Boy. I had this wild idea that since we were practically in the same area of this island, and we had like 40-something clicks in the same direction to travel, that we could sort-of-kind-of head home together.

But I was afraid to pitch that wild idea to him, so Atikk volunteered. Well, I started spontaneously thrashing around on Hanom's bed, causing everyone in general to panic, and Atikk to barricade herself in the toilet with my phone, smsing him to meet me at Hanom's place so we could go home together.

I was ready to thank her for her initiative, when I realised that she added a muack-face at the end of the message! I DIED!!! And started thrashing around again! But OMG he replied [unleashing another series of fits from me], asking me to wait for him to get back to mainland. I died again, hugged Atikk, and we promptly fell on the bed together. BAD PHOTOGRAPH OPPORTUNITY.

The rest of the minutes involved me seriously doubting he'd turn up, but OMG, he did la. He was sitting at the void deck calmly smoking when we finally hauled our asses downstairs. And I don't know why, but the sight of his cikeding self with that cute face, just sitting there, made me tersentak for a moment.

I effected the necessary introductions, fretted inwardly that he might fall for Hanom, then went off to start the bike.

He's just too cute.

He remembered nonsense things that I said earlier today! [Something about how I like to dress up at night, i.e. no slippers.]

Peaceful ride; he said bye when we reached his exit, and sped off. I was basically smiling all the way back home. Thank GOD tak banyak vehicles on the road.

Best of all, there was a follow-up message. :D

Okay, I'm so sorry aku giler. I know there's no way in hell he could like me, because I'm who I am, and plus he's macam how old and I'm how old, and like, you know. Cute fun people who won't potentially turn psycho don't usually like me for myself.

But right here, right now, it's fun being out with him, and talking to him, or just messaging him.

So I'm trying not to think too much. Which is a little hard cos I always think too much.

Saturday, you couldn't come quickly enough!

Okay, I'm sorry, I had such a fantastic weekend, everyone has to know about it.

Well I didn't expect it to be a fantastic weekend, considering what happened on Friday night, but it WAS, okay? I prayed, and God provided.

I started the weekend late on Saturday, after maghrib. Brought a book just in case, and headed to store an hour early to meet Dayah. Sat around outside with a soy hot chocolate, until it was time to meet her. Berpusing-pusing awhile at City Hall area cos well, I didn't really know how to get to Esplanade from town.

She was with Mahmud and a few of his friends, AND Figa and some of his friends. I didn't recognise Figa, so I thought they were all in the same group, and I stupidly waited for Figa's group to move off, thereby embarrassing myself infront of [or rather, behind] the cute scrambler mat.

We went to Bedok, to meet more of Mahmud's friends, and the seven of us [or so] went to Changi for someone's BBQ pit. [Someone turned out to be this girl Nora and her dad, or something.] On the way, I wanted to isi minyak, but Dayah is Esso and I'm Shell, so I told them to go ahead and I'd catch them up or something. Dayah told M Dude to accompany me, so I zoomed off, expecting him to follow. When I turned around at a red light, it was Mahmud who was following me. *dies*

At Changi, I played on the swings, had fun, and waited for them to decide where to go next.

Un-understanding Dayah then wanted to call up Figa and meet him instead, while I tried to indicate to her with my eyes that I wanted to stay with Mahmud. She didn't get the hint, but relented anyway. So we followed them to Fort Road, where we met up with even more friends of theirs. So now I think there's at least eleven of us, I'm not sure.

Sat around for awhile, and then we headed for [final destination] Bukit Timah's Al-Ameen, detouring at the Kent Ridge bends. I tried my best to keep up, and was subsequently accused of being "degil" by Mahmud and Azim. How embarrassing. Previously only Mat accused me of being degil.

At Al-Ameen, Mahmud and Azim were picking on me half the time, while I tried to convince Rizal [on my other side] to give me a lift on his hot bike, and also to quit smoking around me.

Finally, rode home with half of them, and sat around talking at Esso for an hour with Dayah.

I've completely disregarded the part about the 100 missed calls.



Well I reached home slightly after subuh, and I decided to message Mahmud because he gave me a missed call for no apparent reason earlier. Somehow we made plans to meet up later that day [that's earlier today] to go to Ah Boy and buy stuff and get over to Dayah's place and cosmetically fix her bike [which he'd sat on last night, toppling it, and breaking a few appendages].

And somehow, after that we [minus Dayah] went for a late lunch. Met up with Azim, and went to Bugis just to walk around. And somehow I'm home, and it feels like Friday night never happened, and looking forward to this Saturday, when I'll get to see them again.

I've omitted most of the emotional bends I was going through, but just trust me when I say that ultimately, I feel terrific.

Woohoo yesterday was Dbl O. Last time I went there, we met Ninja. Haha. Anyway. We got there a little late, so macam tak puas when everything ended at 230. The customary long and suffocating queue for bags near the toilets, as usual. And I bumped into Shakilah from primary school. I can't believe she remembers me. Well, I'd rather her, than all the noisy screaming minahs and their boyfriends.

The music was great, although towards the end they played some stuff which I embarrassingly could not recognise. There was this manjen dude who spoke some malay and introed himself to us. Haha. TAK CUTE, and so glad he got the hint and moved away.

There were also these two malay dudes who were dancing next to us the whole time. Semi-cute, actually. One of them never stopped dancing. It was quite cute.

But yeah, that was it. When we left, I saw like a billion SOC dudes outside, along with the police bus or whatever, AND an ambulance parked outside with flashing lights. Along with the usual one or two patrol cars. SO EXCITING. You know me, as long as it doesn't involve me personally, I'll be fascinated for as long as you'll let me.

Dbl O has a smoking room, but I didn't dare venture inside, cos I was walking towards it, and I was like 50 metres away when I could already smell extra-concentrated cigarette smoke wafting out the cracks of the door. The room was packed with people cramped on the floor and every other available surface, actively destroying their lungs.

So they elected to smoke outside instead.

We tried finding another club that opened past three, that would let us in free, but well, takder. So we went home, after interacting with four mats, one of whom was riding a super four.

Ha. Yesterday was the first time I went clubbing since the glorious July 1 smoking ban. It's like wow, you step in, and everything smells SO good! It's great. My clothes smell great, my hair smells great, everything smells great and of course, the risk of my getting lung cancer isn't increased by any degree.

We went to Butter Factory, which was fun, if different. Then we tried going to MoS but even though it was hardly three, the awnings were down, so macam weird, so we went to Velvet Dragon instead.

Which looks--and feels--almost exactly the same as Momo. Except this time there were only about 50 people or less around. What happened to everyone else?!?!?! Well there was that cute guy from St. James, who tried to get off with Az. I see him everywhere, it's like a disease.

oooOOOooo and we made a stop by store first, and there was this cute guy walking to the carpark, and I couldn't help it, I smiled and him, and he smiled back! Lovesloves people who smile at me.