Sometimes we imagine our relationships to be more meaningful than they really are

--- Desperate Housewives



I caved in and declared MC today even though I have a meeting with several TLs scheduled in the afternoon.

I think that signals the point of no return.

It's not like I'm very very ill, all I have is a headache, aches all over my body, a blocked nose, and an overwhelmingly intense notion not to get out of bed. So yah, an MC.

Speaking of which, I ended up only waking at 4pm in the afternoon. Kudos to me.

I think that I am so very sick and tired of my work and the situation that I’m in that I am rebelling in ways that are subconscious even to me.


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This is totally unrelated, but for the first time in my entire msn-using life, I have a strong urge to put someone on the “Block” list.

It’s because here I am trying my best to blog, which isn’t easy considering I had just woken up and am feeling groggy and sedated, and someone keeps trying to have an online conversation with me.

He so does not get the hint that I am simply not interested in talking to him. Even though I am currently on “Away” mode or “Busy” mode. BUSY, you get it? What’s it with men? I’m a weirdo magnet even at age 24. God help me.

Speaking of weirdo men, I had an encounter with one last Friday outside Zouk.

I was with my colleagues and as usual, we were standing around debating on our next course of life at the taxi stand.

So there I was, in another dimension of the universe as usual (i.e. stoning), whilst they decide where to head to next, and suddenly, this angmoh appears in front of me and blocks my vision of the line of taxis with their blinking lights.

I was enjoying the moment, just staring into the blinking lights and not thinking about anything in particular (i.e. stoning) but no, he has to get in front of me and start asking a train of strange questions, such as, am I heading to Jurong (which I replied no), where am I heading to (probably the east, I said), is anybody in the group heading to Jurong (no, I don’t think so), was I in Zouk just now (no, Velvet), will I be in Zouk next Friday (no, I don’t think so), where do I usually go, MOS or Zouk (neither), blah blah blah.

And then his friend appears, which is a really fortunate thing, and it looks like they will be hopping into the next available cab (a definite fortunate thing by now), and I thought I would be rid of entertaining a weird angmoh stranger who keeps staring straight into my eyes during the entire weird exchange.

And then just when I’d thought that this was all over but waddaya know, he manages to appear mysteriously behind me again (without a sound), which utterly spooked me and I told him that in his face, you-gave-me-a-fright, to which he again smiled that spooky smile of his.

And this time, he tries to stuff his namecard into my open bag.

And I had thought that angmohs are supposed to be way better than local men at picking up women, a stereotype I know, but so what, ‘cos this one here proved the stereotype wrong once and for all.

Speaking of which, I ought to google for his company.

The above incident merely served to convince me beyond the shadow of a doubt that I am a weirdo magnet.

I am so not proud of that. So don’t you dare laugh when you read this. Yes, I mean you.