So the one week vacation is over. Amount of work accomplished, zero. Where has all the time gone??!!? sob. I will attempt to recall the events of the past week starting from last Sunday. Hopefully, I would be able to account for the amount of time I have wasted.Sunday, 2 Sept
Went to church. Saw pointy-haired boy. Pointy-haired boy sat two rows in front of me. Spent half of time staring at back of his pointy-haired head. Hmm, his sideburns are getting a little long but I am having deep, loving feelings towards his sense of style. If there is anything I love more than pointy-haired boys, it is pointy-haired boys in cool vintage-type T-shirts and jeans and lurvely broad shoulders. slurp
Went for dinner for Ruth then walked around town for a bit. Then Ruth went off to meet The Ex and I went home.
Received cellphone message from Cassie informing me that Sher's father had passed away that afternoon from a heart attack. I was stunned and rang her immdeiately, hoping it was just a joke made in poorest taste. It was not. He had always been really fit and healthy and Sher would tell us how he played rugby every weekend.
In the face of such circumstances, the animosity that had been brewing between the both of us seem small and trivial. I think it is only in instances like that, that life deals us this shocking slap in the face and throws us all off-course. I was so afraid for Sher and her mother.
It would be so like Sher to turn a situation like that into an excuse to crumble and do stupid things. I did not mean that remark to be malicious, but rather, in most pragmatic observation of her character. Sher has always been this 'toughie'-type person on the outside but we know better. She is hugely complex as a person and half the time, her actions never justify her words. She seems so fiercely independent on the outside, but she is really emotionally dependent and this can be seen in how she turns a blind eye to everything when she was with Mike. Cassie thinks the both of them will gt back together again after this but for once, I think it just might be good for Sher. With the loss of a male figure in her life, Mike would be a good temporary stand-in.Monday, 3 September
Forgot what I did.
Was supposed to go down to the wake but Cassie called and said not to go down because things are pretty chaotic. Sher's mother cries non-stop and it is all Sher can do but be a pillar of support for her. Cassie, Ruth, Luke and Mike are all taking turns to be with Sher, so that she is never alone with her thoughts. Tuesday, 4 Sept
Had lunch at a Korean restaurant with Mother and sister then went down to the wake. It was a little awkward when I first saw Sher. But we hugged a little and I asked her how she was (which was like 'd-oh!' when I thought about it. Her father died, how do you think she feels? Yes, I made sure I kicked myself hard after that). She said she was fine but she looked like she aged 10 years in the past 48 hours and was terribly pale.
I sat down next to Ruth at the table and Ruth said Sher hadn't slept since and haven't eaten much. I guess I must have looked too solemn because Qi leaned over and said, "Relax. It isn't that bad. Sher is taking it better than we expected. She just can't be left alone that's all." As the evening wore on, everyone was chatting like it was one of our get-togethers. Sher even came over and sat down, laughing and talking a litle with us. And it was like our junior college days again.Wednesday, 5 Sept
What I am going to say next will probably seem heartless in the aftermath of Sher's father's funeral.
But eep. I went clubbing.
Yes, with Qi, Jois, Niq and Ying. It was
Jois' idea. We went down to Zouk's Mambo Night and had a Singletons' night-out. Actually, Niq isn't exactly single. She's seeing this rather gorgeous (though short) rugby player from our junior college. His name is Andrew but An-drool was what we called him. He looks just like an Chinese Ricky Martn, I kid you not.
The music was great compared to the garage and drum and bass schtuff they play on Friday and Saturday nights (but I still go because I am a poseur). We bumped into Jois' hawt
tutorial-mate and his not so hot friend. And we met Gerald, Zhi and Sean too. I was supposed to stay over at Jois' place but she abandoned me at the end of the night to go off with her new-found flavour of the week. She gave me the house keys and warned me not to fall asleep before she got home or she would have to sleep outside with the dog. I had a good mind to do just that but then I am just bitchy, not cruel.
It is always customary for us to pig out after a night of clubbing so we went to Newton. Heaps of sambal sting-ray, coconut juice, barbecued shellfish, Hokkien mee finished off our Singletons' Night out nicely, although all that greasy food coupled with the amount of tequila shots I consumed made me quite ill after that. But no barfing for Jo this time. Am quite proud actaully. My alcohol tolerance is pratically zero, no doubt inherited from my mother who breaks out in rashes when she drinks.
When I got to Jois' place, I realised the *^$#ing
idiot did not give me the keys to her gate. Under ordinary non-tight-clubbing-pants circumstances, I would have climbed over the gate. So I sat on the curb outside, rather ill and morose from over-eating and over-drinking. She pulled up half an hour later in the guys' car and when she saw me sitting outside the curb, she grinned sheepishly then broke into mad rounds of laughter. I wanted to kick her perfect pearly-whites in.Thursday, 6 Sept
Woke up at 3pm. No hangover. Felt fabulous.
Jois, on the other hand, looked worse for wear. I had to drag her out of bed so we could both get some lunch.
What would have been a 5 minute car ride to the food centre took us half an hour because the dear child has yet to learn how to parallel-park, amongst other things. She also shrieks a lot when she drives. Other normal
drivers honk or swear, Jois screams
. When we got to the parking lot at the food centre, I had to get out of the car to guide her into the parking space. A group of guys standing near the parking lot nearly wet themselves laughing. Never again. Friday, 7 September
Wanted to sleep in but was woken up at 11.30am by Mother, who insisted I accompany her to the markets and be her pack mule. When my mother makes her weekly trips to the markets, she has to recruit the services of the entire family to help cart home the sick loads of groceries she buys. One would think we were feeding a small Third World nation.Saturday, 8 Sept
Went to the country club with Jois in hopes of getting a tan. I have turned into this sick, putrid shade. I think they call it yellow. Yes, I know
Asians are supposed to be 'yellow' but I really am yellow. I look like I am in the advanced stages of some kidney disease.
Anyway, it started to drizzle and the life-guards were starting to get all pervy on Jois in her little blue bikini so we went to Taco Bell. I love Taco Bell.
Popped downtown with Char and we both got manicures. Then we had chocolate cake at Lips. num num. On our way home, we saw a flasher. Char freaked out and I called the police. My phone coversation with the officer on the other line went something like this:Me
: Hi. There is this old guy exposing himself at the main pathway along Bukit Panjang Park. Officer
: Okay. What was he doing?Me
: He was flashing.Officer
: Pardon? you have to speak up, I can't hear you.Me
: THERE IS SOME OLD GUY FLASHING HIS PRIVATES AT THE BKT PANJANG PARK!Officer
: Ok. Could you stick around till the police arrives?Me
: No. I have to be home for dinner but please catch this sick pervert before he gives half the female population in Bukit Panjang conjunctivitis. Officer
Then I hung up. I hope they catch the sick sonofabitch. It absolutely infuriates me to think of such sick, twisted men lurking around, scaring helpless females. Not I though. I would have kicked the sick bastard in the nuts if he had been close enough.
Char is still freaked out. The sight of the genitals of the opposite sex always makes her squimish. She thinks penises are ugly. I mean I don't exactly think they're pretty but they don't bother me like how they bother her. They're like boobs on a guy I guess. She once saw a picture of Brad Pitt displaying his family jewels in an issue of Cosmo and she hasn't been able to watch 'Legends of the Fall' or '12 Monkeys' since. Sunday, 9 Sept
Woke up barely in time to go to church. Missed breakfast so stomach was emitting rude, grumble-y noises throughout service. Did not see cute, pointy-haired boy.
Went to Topshop after church with Ruth. Trying on lovely clothes buries disappointed pangs of not seeing pointy-haired boy. Bought three new pairs of cute underwear. Confucius say "Girl can never have too many sets of cute underwear". No Confucius didn't say that. He would have been some kind of pervert if he did. A philosophical pervert. I haven't any respect for philosophical greats, have I? I guess not.