i'm crushing on you..ok.. do you prefer me to sit..or stand..

i think i am a hopelessly sinfull romantic..

alittle self confessed.. well i digress..

or issit digest..




tonite i dined alone..it was really. not the best way about it..

but so far.. its been... ermm..

well a nice hot bowl of broth.. singapore tryign to be western style..

not good..

then some lamb chew..i mena some stew.. and the lamb was good.. just not th stew..

well its alittle ewww... ooh.. chew.. stew.. and ewww..

ok... then had a nice cuppa coffee.. nicely steaming up the window i sat next too..

and then pple stream by.. and i went back to spectator mode.. enjoying the meal with

a full view of wat pple are doing..

pple playing chess.. or tryin to.. and it was hilarious..

well.. i am imagining i am with someone..but its creepy.. haha

okok..



well it was good food.. sort off.. and then this punk "from amsterdam" or so he announces.. and chewing on the "shit" called the waitress..i sympathise with her .. really i do.. she has done no wrong to serve him.. and he was this singaporean junky who wanted to sit in my "imaginary friends" seat.. so i said sure..

only to regret itsoon enuff..
he was quite disagreeable..and i think i'll end there...

well that was dinner.. and i am taking a slow stroll in the rain..
got my mag and my dvd.. and off i got home..

i wish its like in the lake house.. or you've got mail... or sleepless in seattle.. maybe not sleepless in seattle... or breakfast in tiffany's...

oh.. gosh...

and i think for once..

wat does time have to do with that..

in an age when i kno not wat i am doing..

i did.. wat was deemed to be not to be done..

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trailing thots on a trickle..

relax

saw this on the net.. and i thot this would be perfect..

especially if the date was boring you could just sleep it off..

imagine gymnopedie playing in the back ground..

or perhaps soothing diana krall warbling by your ears..

as you lay with your sould all ears as you waft off to rest..

the only spoiler would be perhaps if someone snored at the concert..

but this is still great..


if only something like this could be in singapore..

wafting... wafting... zzzzZZZZ....



hehe

crushed.. ep :1

those who have read my blog.. would know i am infatuous..

about everything really.. from the calla lilies to one point

the renault avantime..

and most of the time my crushes aren't regretted.. thank god..



well this post is going to be about one of the frst few of my life..

so to speak anyways...

fomr the peugeot to a citroen..

to a girl i saw on television..

this would be quite literary speaking.. my first crush on a girl..

in real life..

embarrassingly enuff it occured in kindergarten.. at 5...

i've to say.. i think ihave good taste.. haha.. nah.. just kidding..

well it was the age of when i have not even know how to spell "love"

and i would write this girl notes of how i "heart" her...


"heart" of course was drawn with great attention to detail (ya .. like real..)

well notes like this must have shocked the poor girl to death..

think stalker .. haha..

come to think of it.. it is mighty scary... haha

well...


--------------------14 year later------------------------


here i am heading out to meet my friend whom i knew from attachment..

adn she said she was going to bring her boyfriend along..i was like.. ok..

and she said her boyfreinds sister was coming too..

i was thinking. knowing new pple ain that bad..

and then terror struck..


i saw my friend's boyfriend's sister and to my shock and horror..

she was the very same i had a crush on..

and well i was all awkward that evening.. and dinner was a hard swallow from choking..

haha..

well she turned out to be a very fine lady. thank god..

and one more think..

she mentioned that when i was in kindergarden i did a "hit and run"


which i had no recollection of.. apparently.. but.. if i did that.. gosh..

my first kiss ( "hit and run" refers to giving someone a thimble and running off)... oh....haa..

well.. i never born any tinge of such thing happening and i'll cross my heart

and hope to die..



its kinda funny thinking back.. i was an idiot.. still am one... maybe a bigger one still..

but those were the times when the feelings were direct.. and with no hesitation..

candid and true i guess...

not that i should mean much..but thinking of it.. makes the corner of my lips just

curl up that wee little bit..

you filled my heart with no regrets..

ever wondered why songs are mostly about love??

well maybe cos its irrational..

and unexplained..so they could write all sorts of rubbish about it,

well.. the thing is.. why issit so harD??

or issit cos its too basic thats why its so hard??

why are they so many books on love this love that..

why men and women this..

why men this and why women that..

why why why...

and sometimes not with the most rational of answers..

if you spouse is not in the mood to speak... leave him alone??

wat the hell?

so you two will be like stone statuettes?? waiting to dry up and blow away??

gosh...





well if only love it simple..

like simply simple..

not the wishy washy ones now..

if only..




toking nonsense..

the world is so small..

today was like seeing jensen button in singapore

who hands you the keys to his cars cos he has too many

and more in montecarlo or somethign and he signs your forehead

and at the same time you striek 4d lotto and everyother form of

money quick thing..


well it was a really hairy day today..

part scary part alofty sort..

well i went out to dine with my friends michelle

and with her boyfriend and his sister..

and this is when the big bombshell fell..

gosh..


she was my classmate in kindergarden..

omg. and worst still.. she was the one i had a crush on..

and wrote love notes to at the age of 6..

honestly i could have shot myself then..

and i regretted asking.. well almost..

but thank god it was all well and she was more chatty..

eloquent and essentially different..

in a good way..

most of the night went by with

jokes and crap..

ice breakers and jaw breakers??

a night tummy ache from all the laughing..

gosh it was good..

and yes...it still is a small world..

and i kinda like it..




yawnz...

gotta go sleep..

shopping with ladies..

you know pple.. why issit so hard..

its so hard cos they is just too much to chooose..

yes... even for one store..

women can deal with multiple tasks but not multiple choice

it seems..

well correct me if i'm wrong..but this would mean mcq is definitely not their strengths

hehe..

well..was out with my mum today..

decided to spoilher abit.. so got her a louis vuitton..

but take this..

it took her five full hours..

before she settled on the speedy..

which happne to be her initial choice..

argh..


but well at least its doen and over with and my mum is happy with it..

great..

too bad could not get my dad the lv taiga wallet..cos not enuff slots..

sigh..

i wonder why shopping with women is so hard..

or maybe its just my mum.. haha.. oops..



happy holidays..

late in the night..

late in the night.. with hot tea next to me..

soothing piano jazz.. tenderly massaging ears..

while i hammer away on my keyboard...

its was an exhausting day..


and i guess seeing pple around me kinda affects ..

irene is kinda bubbly.. so happy..

alena was happy in the morning.. uplifting..

linda was smiley as always..hehe

then there was farah and junni..

yati and agnes..

agnes especially.. happiness derived from wacking me.. sadist..hehe..

just kidding..

but on the whole all i am saying is that.. pple smiling about me..

makes thigns light.. and work not so unbearable..

how i wish days are liek these..

happy at work..