Farewell To Coach Hottie

Goodbye Holland. Goodbye Coach Hottie.

As promised, a full body shot Marco van Basten in his tight fitting shirt. Aww... Look at him, he's all forlorn.

It'll be some time before we meet again.

Lounge Time, Ladies

Minus the pool, the bikinis and the cocktails since it was rainy. There was no pool, anyway.

We had a beach ball though. Sunday afternoon, perfect for lunner (lunch + dinner), otherwise known as high tea, and lounging around.

Lunner, perfect for bonding, chatting, joking, reminiscing.

Chatting, perfect for complaints, fury, tearing up pictures of my ghost, throwing darts at him, feeding him to wild hamsters and BURNING him.

Okay, joking. I was just having an Ally McBeal moment. I am curbing my anger. I am, I am.

:)

Chatting, perfect for bonding, loving, loving. Luvs it~

(The magic eraser is a tool sent from heaven~ *winks to Ong Hui*)

Half-Time Titbit (Germany vs Sweden)

Caution: Do not read if you freaked out easily.

As the Swedes continue to be slaughtered, I am battling with something I'm not sure exists.

A few days ago, I felt a blockage in my left ear. It really bothered me but no amount of nose blowing and ear wriggling could clear it, until a while ago. I heard a momentary "buzz" and my ear cleared. OMG. Was I breeding an insect in my eardrum?!

A little later, I heard the "buzz" again. OMG. Did it like my eardrum so much that it flew back in?!

No, I don't wanna see doctor. Any home remedy that kills insect in the ear?

Lust Time, Ladies

Many kisses and lotsa love to Jo and her cousin and her cousin's friend who let us into the club to watch the show.

Okay, it wasn't exactly a lust feast because the performers didn't strip all the way - only one second glimpse of one tight butt was granted. Otherwise, they were clad in chest baring/unbuttoned tops (that were peeled off very quickly) and tiny hotpants that matched. No T-backs, girls but the bits of cloth were enough to show the guys' erm... sizeable *ahem* packets. By the way Hui, they did not throw their garments to the audience.

With synchronised moves, thumping music and coordinated outfits, it was more like a twisted Backstreet Boys performance. With beefier boys. And less clothes. For a while, I was agape and perplexed because although they did pose without their pants, my BSB don't dance in undignified hotpants!

It was the whole package: the tall, dark-haired one with deepset eyes and a reserved smile, the serious but charming goody-goody, the bad boy with funky tatoos, the blond dude with the naughty wink and a cheeky grin, etc. They danced in baseball jerseys (among other costumes, e.g. military men, tribesmen, construction workers) and performed a chair dance striptease.

Among the macho men and their manly moves, one of them pirouetted gracefully and landed lightly on his ballet looking pumps. Reminded me of the shorter guy from Designer Guys. Gay. Funny!

Yep, we had fun, mainly because the performance made us laugh a lot, especially when the older women went crazy at the men's suggestive moves. One of them even molested the dancer ok *sniggers*

Coming Soon: Photos from the show

Half-Time Titbit (Saudi Arabia vs Spain): I almost named this post "Singleton Monologue Half-Time Titbit Double Digest". Cos Raul, Torres and the rest of the handsome-licious team were trying their best to direct our attention to the plasma screens on both sides of the stage, and a striptease sounds like what a singleton will watch. But "Singleton Monologue Half-Time Titbit Double Digest" is a mouthful.

“大人讲大人的话”

As quoted from Yuhong.

The occasional class gathering was the usual bubbly affair. It was particularly nice yesterday because it was one big bitching session, punctuated with mature conversations (see title) and intensified by little reservations. The nice-ness factor was upped by the monstrous dinner under the stars and our loud voices. And it had a pretty good turnout of almost half.

Agnes, June, Yuneng and Rongjun, please make it for the next gathering. It will increase our turnout rate to almost 70%. Once Rongjun returns from abroad and Agnes recovers from her injury, we will go cheer our keyboardist at his pub. Hopefully, we can get our singers (you know who you are) up on stage. That will be one class-y affair :)

We forgot to take pictures...

Half-Time Titbits (Brazil vs Australia)

The family has succumbed to the lure of the wonderfulness of late night deliveries. At kickoff, we will be dancing to the Brazilian samba with slices of hot, steamy Haiwaiian in our hands and mouthwatering sweet, sour chicken wings in our tummies. Oooh, titbits indeed~

Half-Time Titbit (Holland vs Ivory Coast)

To the World Cup bimbos:

Holland's coach, Marco van Basten, was a picture of divine hotness in his tight-fitting white shirt and creaseless, well-tailored slacks. Furrowed brows, bulging biceps, intense concentration... A serious looking middle-aged mature man is very delectable.

I don't have a good photograph of him yet. This is best I can find of him from the match so far. Will update as soon as I lay my hands on a full length one.

So, when's the next Dutch match? :D

Half-Time Titbits (Brazil vs Croatia)

For the first time in her life, Baby has got all excited over a match. And for the first time in her life, she got up in the wee hours of the morning to watch it. Earlier, hours before this match, her MSN nick was "3am!" Huh? Upon inquiry, she said, "Brazil ma." Hmm... me thinks there is a b-o-y.

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The Gruu fell ill from consecutive nights of late night football. He took my thyroid medicine thinking they were Panadol pills. What the hell.

Half-Time Titbit (France vs Switzerland)

It really tickles me to hear the unison "whoa" that echoes from the coffeeshop downstairs and the neighbours all around. It's funnier when the shouts come only a second later than the actual happenings on TV (sound takes time to travel).

I have learnt to differentiate between the "whoa (goal!)" and the "whoa (almost!)" now. So I can watch Discovery during boring matches cos the shouts will cue me to switch back to the match if something exciting happens. LOL.

Singleton Monologue: Fab Fab Fabulous

So much for feeling lonely.

I have been playing badminton with my lovelies every other day and been out "socialising" almost every night. From wedding to birthday dinner, from mahjong to birthday party, from shopping to slumber party, from yam cha to watching football, I have been a busy little bee, looking pretty and rocking some fabulous outfits.

Inevitably, going out with less intimate friends resulted in some routine questions like have you graduated, what are you going to do, are you looking for a job, blah blah blah...

S-T-O-P!

Stop asking me the same questions repeatedly! I have plans for myself and I am taking my time to execute them. If I want to share them with you, I will do it on my own accord. And if you already know what I have in mind, DO NOT blab it to your friends whom I don't give a damn about. I don't want them to poach my ideas.

Phew, let me take a breather.

Okay, in the next two weeks, there will be more dinner dates (to hug some dears who need more love than I do), more badminton and some tennis, more sleepovers, more football, more shopping... I have been eyeing a cute dress for a fortnight... OY! My pay check has been overdue for two weeks!

So beware, the next few posts will be bimbo-ish as I won't have time to draft thought-provoking or laugh-inducing writing.

I'm Not Fourteen Anymore

Yesterday, I received a call from someone dormant in my memory of my secondary school years. As I guessed, he was bored and went down his phonebook, calling the people he hasn't contacted in a long time. Frankly, I don't appreciate that at all. You see, I hate feeling un-special. And being one of the numerous people he called that day, made me feel exactly that.

I got to know him because he was trying to woo my friend then. And the childish nonsense began. I became his messenger, her chaperone, her judge, her messenger. After weeks of observation, I decided that he was no good for my friend. Even as a fourteen year old, I understood the importance of ambition and sensibility in a boy. He had neither ambition nor sense. So I firmly rejected him on behalf of my friend.

As expected, he later became a school dropout and still has no idea what to do about his future today. Darn. Am I being elitist?

I don't really feel like "catching up" with him. He said he had a bet with his ex that he would not feel the need to call her in less than thirty days. And so he needed someone else whom he could call regularly to distract himself from calling her. How childish is this? I am not fourteen anymore, to entertain this sort of crap.

Anyway, I think I'm not gonna answer unfamiliar calls for a while.

Thyroid Update

I have added some healthy pounds to my frame. All my elders are loving it - they just love a chubby cheek Wing Seon (Cantonese is not spell-able). I'm loving it too because it only means I am regaining my health. In fact, the best piece of news I have got all week was from my doctor telling me my thyroxine level has finally settled within the normal range. Incidentally, now that I have graduated, I need to pay for my blood tests. I had no freaking idea that a test for thyroxine level costs a whooping $32. Oh, why didn't I see the doctor two years ago?!

Singleton Monologue: Attack of the Smugs

Just earlier today, the number of Smug Marrieds from my JC class has increased to a grand total of two. That’s more than ten percent of my class and it’s alarming me. Here I have, friends who are happily stepping into a lifetime of commitment, while the rest of us are reminded that marriage is now a possibility and an option. And for the record, we are only twenty-two.

It doesn’t help that friends are getting hooked up in record time. In just a week, I heard three of my friends being happily and smugly attached; all of them who were single for a really long time. And before that, was someone I sort of liked, who told me he just got together with a girl he really liked.

Don’t get me wrong. My heart goes out to them when they shared their happiness with me. I sincerely rejoice for them but they are making me feel jealous, depressed and deprived. 18 months ago, I could have sworn that a companion was not a need but a want and I would be able to lead a fabulous life without one. But if I have said that 18 months ago, I would have to eat my words today.

Because right now, (I hate to admit this) I’m feeling deprived, desperate, hua chi, whatever you call it. I will dearly love to have someone to hold my hand. Someone who is usually free to have brunch with me. Someone to cuddle up to during thunderstorms. Someone to share silly dreams with. Someone who chides me for not eating well. Well, just someone who cares.

It is so frustrating to see that there is no one worthy in sight. Come on, it’s been long enough. Screw you, Smugs (the Married and the Attached) for making me feel this way.

Okay sorry, I was kidding.

Hmm... Maybe I should have reached for the bouquet today. It was flying towards me and Louisa but we hesitated and it fell to the ground.

等你回来哦*嘻*

你的双眼 为何让我那么留恋
喔 我还不累 我不想结束越夜越美

你是否为我擦了香水 你今天的笑好美
牵着你逛了长长的街 真喜欢你在我的身边

我要知道你的感觉是否也不想睡
不想结束这一天舍不得说再见
爱是一种直觉 你看我的视线
喔 很特别

我要知道你的感觉不要急着防备
我想你回答应我下一次的约会
爱是一种机会 快乐都是加倍
喔 我要把你留在我的世界

东方之珠 之 祝君好

Since half of our undergraduate friends have visited Hong Kong (the other half to Taiwan) these holidays and two thirds of them have blogged about it, I shall save myself the hassle of duplicating their effort.

Instead, I will briefly write about a destination much less explored, the place that got me wrapped up in a whirlwind romance in merely twenty four hours and a square kilometre.

I can't exactly pinpoint what gripped me so. It might be the quaint, cosy shops and cafes lined along the queer, irregular streets that snaked like Diagon Alley. Or the aromatic confectionery and local delicacies that were found at every corner. It might be the curious infusion of modern glass panels and the old European architecture. Or its magnificent casinos that loomed above everything else. Perhaps it was the the mysterious churches and their Portuguese speaking nuns. Or maybe it was simply the romantic atmosphere created by the small community of 460, 000 residents and their scooters.

I don't have pictures to back myself up. Lazy la, to upload the photos. Besides, no amount of words or pictures can fully depict the beauty of the place. Go visit it yourself next time you go Hong Kong.

Happy Days Are Here Again

After being cooped up at home for days, feeling ugly and deprived of company, I started drafting a post which started like this yesterday morning:

I went to bed at 1am but I'm still awake at 4am. I took a shower before turning in and warm showers were supposed to aid sleeping. I'm sleepy as hell but I can't seem to drift off. I got the writer's block for the past two weeks; I can't even pen down a simple travelogue about my holiday. But tonight's insomnia got me writing again.

Sounds dead depressing.

I didn't have time to complete it because I needed to run off to meet Jo, who just came back from Austin, and gang at Fish & Co at the Glass House. It's amazing how an afternoon with great buddies brightens my mood. I glad I didn't complete what I started off with because I came home feeling all optimistic and cheerful. I really need spend more time outside! Thus, I'm going to organise the following:

• Daily badminton with the girls, Qing
• Picnic with the girls
• Slumber party with the girls
• KTV with the girls, Qing
• Breakfasts with 3201
• Potluck with 3201 aka June's wedding celebration
• Mahjong with the girls, Qing, Jo and gang
• Suppers with Jo and gang
• Graduation dinner with Jo and gang
• World cup parties

:) Just thinking of it makes feel like singing!

I wish I can give the world to you
But love is all I have to give
To you