Manipulate Subject- No. 3

Day 1.


Just a phonecall she said. She's going away for a couple of days with her dad. She couldn't bear to hang up. Kissed me a dozen times over the phone. She couldn't come to see me due to the short notice of leaving, fuck. She couldn't bear to hang up still....


My heart is searching for her whereabouts now. I feel her aching heart as she's gone further and further.... Or is it my own aching heart i'm feeling? Where is she!? In the car? Still in Singapore? Across the Causeway? What about her horny cat? Maybe her dad'll change his mind about going!


Waaaait just a minute... why am I being so bloody childish?! Does it make any difference whether she's going anywhere or staying put? Why didn't she crash the bloody car up the curb and they can't go anywhere coz' it would've been at the mechanic's over the weekend? Damn it!


Day 2.


Practise tomorrow.
No call.


Chill out in my room.
No call.


Dinner.
No call.


Tagboard.
No tag.


Just a phonecall, to send my usually placate, even aloof, mind in frenzied turmoil. She must've put something into my curry, bloody bhangra.

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PS: Been away to KL, busy shopping, watched a man die & been trying to revive back to my good ole' erotica writing days.

Manipulate Subject- No. 2

12:51pm; Sunday.

"Girl, get outta the way! You don't wanna have me drilling a hole in your shell!"

Well, at least somebody don't hafta do anything. I looked on as my terrapin found Andrea.

"Get on with your work, lazy bums!"
"Read my lips Andrea... bitch.", he said.
"Don't be surprised to find your fat terrapin missing later."

For half the morning, I was removing screws, taking down complicating devices such as the dish rack (Siti refused to part with it.) and mounting them back on at the new place. By afternoon, my arms were sore and my t-shirt was drenched with my perspiration. I thought by going home late on Saturday means skipping the whole moving house thing. I never knew they had other intentions for me. I had become their handyman. I should pay Erika a visit. She promised me that movie, The English Patient.

"On-dre!! Dish rack here."
"When are you cooking lunch? I'm starving."
"No dish rack, no lunch!", she said as she pointed to the dismantled dish rack.
"Don't be such a bhangra!"
"Dish rack lower. Cannot reach."
"Why don't I put it up on the ceiling? Gives you the excuse to use the old ladder you refuse to throw away as well."
"No time to cook your favourite pasta if i climb up and climb down."
"Ok ok... We'll do it your way."

She's got a greater sense of humour then I expected!

"King sized bed, Andre! RAD!!"
"You can have it all to yourself then. Imma crash over at Anne's."
"WHAT?!"
"You heard me sweetie."
"You asshole!"
-imitating mommy's accent- "Mind your language kids!"
"You really mean it? You're gonna bunk over at Anne's?"
"When a man has an electric drill in his hands and dust on his face, does he have time for jokes?"
"Alright wise guy, what are you up to now?"
"Working my way for a decent lunch, can't you see?"
"What's with you?"

I stopped drilling and looked at her. How do i break the news to her? Will she go berserk? Nah... Maybe not today. Imma just put it off till I couldn't and announce to her that i don't intend to get married.

"Nothing."
"Mom, did you see Fat Girl? I had been searching for Fat Girl after I had scrubbed Fat Lady's shell. She's now resting comfortably in the garden's pond."
"That ugly thing? No."
"It's hard not to notice her y'know..."

Andrea was sounding suspiciously evil. But I refused to ask her where she put Fat Girl. Imma find her if it meant flipping the whole house.


"ON-DRE!!! IS THIS SOME JOKE?? TAKE AWAY!!!"

Siti found fat girl stashed in between some of my dirty laundry in the back when she was dumping them into the new washing machine my mom got her. She was complaining about the weird noise coming from the old one.

"Andrea! You bloody bhangra!"
"Mind your language kids!"

Manipulate Subject- No. 1

4:21am.

"I need to talk." I felt her shoving me.
"Wake up now!"

Damn! I turned away from her.

"She's back, isn't she?" Huh? It didn't register.
"Can we talk tomorrow? I'm really tired."
"No! I wanna talk now."

Her tone was firm, but she didn't sound pissed.

"I know she's back in your life. Our life."
"You think too much." Sweaty palms.
"Damn it Andre! You were good for a couple of weeks! I thought you will be mine, all mine. I guess it's just wishful thinking. You can never be good."

My mind started racing. It was no longer screaming for sleep.

"It's not what you think."
"I saw marks on your body. HER marks!"

Damn! Erika! I turned to face her. Before I could speak of any lame excuses running through my mind...

"2 weeks dre, you didn't want me for two fucking weeks!"

Has it been that long?

"You fall asleep right after you hit your pillow. I know you've been busy, never thought it was the other girl you were busy with."

"Fuck it Ash, you were the one who took me away from her."
"You wanted me too, Dre."

-silence-

"And now you want her. Just how many more do you want?"

Uh... damn it! I actually counted! Fuck!

"What about the promises you made to me? What about the plans you told your parents? Do you make those promises to her as well?"

Bitch.

"I know even if we do get married, you can never be good. I can close an eye and ignore what you do outside, can she?"
"I dunno. maybe you wanna ask her yourself, Ash?"
"Since we're both awake now, you wanna do it?"
"You're fucking crazy! I wanna sleep!"

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I should really think of getting rid of Ash, besides, my real girlfriend bonks my brains out!

Follow.

This just dawned on me.

Do you realise that not everyone's smart? Yeah, sure, you're thinking: "What the hell does this girl know about being smart anyways?"

I've been going to school for the past 11 years and counting. And I just noticed that there are The Smarts, The Inbetweens & The Lower-Then-Averages.

I fall in the The Inbetweens Category. I actually dont believe that your results or your grades are the reflection of who you are personally. I know of people who cannot be arsed to study but they're one of the greatest people I know. Society makes it so damn difficult for the Lower-Then-Averages to make it in well.... whatever.

They belittle you just because you don't have the smarts & they 'spit' at you. They give you less oppurtunities to do things that you like. They step on your dreams, your ambition.

Okay, my point is, it's okay to be different. Whether you're smart or not. Reality check, people respect you for you attitude and for how you're like. If you're nice, you make it. If you're like those cheating mother-fucking assholes who cheat on their girlfriends, your ass ain't moving anywhere.

To hell with good guys finishing last.

I'll be finishing first today.

To Put On A Brave Front.

Buckets proved useful.... somewhat.

I didn't cry in school. I didnt have the strength to cry.
I got home & cried.

My father was angry with me. I have let friends down.
Soo many of them....

Shame on me.

Goodbye.

The Sun.

*ouch*

Hey.

Hello.

Hi.

Ni Hao?

I met up with a particular someone yesterday. We clicked immediately! :O
It was quite astonishing actually. Let me elaborate more on what happened.

Gentleman: Jupiter, do you notice every guy that walks past by us?

Me: Huh?

Gentleman: You never noticed?

Me: Not really actually, why?
Gentleman: Every guy that walks past by us looks at you! *smiles*

Me: Oh... That. When it's guys that's staring at me, I couldnt give a shit whether they stare. *laughs*

And honestly, Gentleman was the very first person who hugs me so gently! Like with so much care. Like as if he hugs me any harder then that, I might break. Fragile! Haha, it was funny, but I just kept quiet. I told him about my dastardly ex-boyfriend as he wanted to know more.

(never in my life have I met a friend who wants to know so much about the dastardly ex-boyfriend!)

And I saw Teri, my primary school mate yesterday! She has really luscious hair! Beautiful hair. I'm not exaggerating, Teri! :D

*giggles*

I shall bleed and cry my heart out tml if my results doesn't turn out the way I want it to be!
I would've let down so many people.

(bring buckets tomorrow.)

:(

Note to self: Raunchy Raunchy Sex Sex, I'm Gonna Give You A Heart Attack!

They Say You Always Remember Your First Time...

Hobbies.

Love.

Hobbies?

Love?

My kitty cat is blocking my screen.

Not today, no post.

"get out, you want to stop & get out, don't you?"

- Jupiter.

Looking Around & About!

Oh my god! *giggles*

Guess what? I've been looking around the web for some interesting blogs and I did! Some lame ones, some like mine, some like Simbian's! And I found 5 ordinary looking blogs. But some posts touched my heart.

I wonder even whether people read these! Senseless. I think i'm going to post one of my writings that I just did recently. I write. I write erotic stories & which is why I dont show it to people, because I'm very mindful of what people think of my short stories. Now you know!

Jolly good.

My next post will be about hobbies. Weird ones. I have suddenly been dabbling into make-up. (dabbling, not buying!) Yes, every women's bestfriend.

Note to self: Even the eyeliner, yes. Diamond's arent only women's bestfriend, that also includes Seduction! Mmm....

I have a friend who tells me I write in a very candid manner, do I? Well, I think I like it that way. A punch of humour they say with a teensy weensy bit of sarcasm! (if you can spot it!) I like to keep it nice, light, funny & simple. But some people just cant get enough of Simple, *sigh*

I have another friend who tells me I make him laugh, I keeps things fun. I was pretty shocked, no, really. I never knew I could make people laugh, well, maybe just a joke or two.

Laughter.

Haha, I wish to keep things simple and happy. Just the way it is.
xoxo, love ya.

The Very First Tattoo Convention @ Singapore Expo tomorrow, 9th January!

Okay, I'm seriously pissed.

Chris Garver will be coming to Singapore, TOMORROW and he will be at the Singapore Expo & I cant be there! :( Their having one of the largest tattoo conventions in Asia & loads of tattoo artists will be going over there to showcase their works of art.

AND I CANT BE THERE.

Chris Garver for heaven sakes! Damn it, I'll just have to wait until the next time I'll be @ Miami then. Like 3-4 years from now!?

Oh Chris Garver, I love your works. :(

Groovy flowers!

Hello my sweety pies.

Slap me! I haven't been dedicated to blogging as much cuz' for one! I don't have anything creative to blog about. And second! I am currently watching Heroes Season 3!

(Yes, I know I'm slow, I have been busy, okay!)

So, how did you celebrate your New Year? I hope that it was good for you! I was thinking of going to party at Fort Silso but I kept picturing Bangla's raping Chinese girls after they were totally drunk and smashed.

So, I did the most decent thing a girl can do. Stay home, celebrate the New Year by popping a bottle of Champagne & Sparkling Juice!

(Little sister cannot drink!)

We played Bingo and stuff, though it was slightly boring, but it's pretty much okay!

And, forget New year Resolutions! Why bother making up new ones at the start of the year when you know you're gonna break them anyways? Say, you wanna lose a lil' bit of weight right? At the end of the year, you're supposed to lose 2 kg, instead, you gain 10kg!

Depressing right? New Year Resolutions are overrated and very depressing if you're not someone whose committed to making your resolutions real and end up disappointing yourself.

Why not... Let's just treat everyday as if it was the last day of they year? Love your family, cherish your friends & always pray to God, live life to the fullest & most importantly, treat your body with respect!

May the year 2009 be even better then 2008 because why? You know that whatever bad thing screwed up your life last year, remember this.

"THAT WAS SOOOO LAST YEAR!"

*laughs*