It's been a while, hasn't it? Lately, I've been texting way more than typing. I think my thumbs actually shiver when they're not required to furiously jerk all over that keypad.

I shall blog tonight! About nothing in particular. As always. :)

Gosh I miss baking. Miss miss miss it! I remember those glorious brownie-making days. I was on a (brown) roll, I tell you! Ah well. The finances aren't the best at the moment (in other words, I'm utterly UTTERLY broke), so the batches and batches of brownies can wait. Oh, and I'm gonna bake more granny smith apple pies too. AND eclairs. And scones and breads and fruity buns and layers and layers of all kinds of cakes with all kinds of creams and nuts and fruits on/over/between them. And I shall stop this before I climax.

Ah, my stupid boy's busy studyin for his exams next week. I miss him way way way too much. Disgusting.

Oh, I'm moving back to the east! I've missed that area quite a bit. This move wasn't planned for earlier, but it's pretty confirmed now. December will see me saying bye bye to amk, and helloooo to pasir ris/ tampines. What sucks is that I'll be leaving my boy in checkered shorts in the north of singapore! Ah well. The country's pretty small; complaining would be pathetic. Also, change can bring about exciting things. :)

Can't wait to see you again, my stupid boy. Sigh.

If you used to visit this space way back, you'd know about the many many many times that I was approached by men who were absolutely NOT my type while walking home from the mrt station, and that they always turn up from behind (sigh). Since moving to ang mo kio though, I've had no such disturbances during my wonderfully peaceful walks home TILL a few nights ago. Double sigh.

I was contemplating on the pros and cons of making a small detour to get some minced meat noodles (the coffeeshop 15 min away from my home sells seriously fantastic minced meat noodles. my stupid boy agrees!) when I felt like I was being watched. I noticed the shadow of a man in my pathway, and did a little sigh. In the vehemence of my sighing, I tripped a little on a crack in the pavement like a typical indian heroine and this chinese guy in his late 30s/early 40s went, "Oh sorry! Sorry sorry!"

I did a quiet 'wtf...'.

He fished out his mobile and asked if it was too dark, and therefore if I needed illumination from his phone. I politely declined. So he proceeded to talk to me a while, and when he arrived at the bus stop where he apparently had to wait at for a friend, he told me I forgot something.

Me: What?
Him: Your number lah. Don't have your number then how to contact you?
Me: I have a boyfriend. I told you.
Him: Nvm lah, can be friends what.
Me: HAHA. Don't want lah.
Him: Aiyah okay lah. Must wait for my friend here. Bye, see you!
Me: Yah.

You might be wondering what the hell I'm doing actually replying to him, and my reasoning is this; it's 10+ in the night, and I'm walking home alone. I'd really prefer not to piss off some stranger who's tendencies I'm not aware of. Personally think that ignoring someone is a lot more rude than refusing to give him your number.

Oh and yesterday afternoon, at nephew #3's birthday party, a self-appointed video-camming middle-aged fellow asked me if I cld have the birthday boy on my lap, and ask him a few questions (happy birthday, do you like your birthday so far, did you get many presents, etc etc) so that he can film the whole thing. I obliged, but it didn't work out very well cos my nephew just wanted to run around in the drizzle. The guy then told me he did videography and photography, and he cld pass me his number, so that we can talk.

Me: Talk? Talk about what?
Him: Talk. Umm...talk...
Me: ???
Him: So...where do you work?

He insisted on passing me his number, so I just took it to cut the convo short, afterwhich he told me to give him a missed call, which I never did, ofcos. I asked my sister about him. He's apparently really unpopular with the ladies. Figures.

Time to wash my hair with tea! Toodles for now!

The saddest dream I've had in years. It brings me near tears, tho it's been 2 days since I had it.

He and I met up. I knew it was over, he knew it was over, I was trying to be obvious about the separation, but having a hard time doing it cos he was acting normal and happy. I cld see it was all a big show on his part, to try keep things going. My heart felt so heavy and I felt that familiar feeling of dumb helplessness, and was just carrying on casual conversation the best I cld.

We were about to enter a train when I stopped, looked at him, shook my head slowly like they do in the movies, saying, "No".

He hung his head, and I started crying. We hugged for a few minutes, weeping into each other's shoulders. His train came, and he was gone.

-.-

The niece and I were talking about birthdays yesterday and I told her all about the day she was born.

Madhu : I looked like this right? *does a scrunched up, pouty face*
Me : Something like that...maybe a bit less weird.
Madhu : Mmm...I didn't have teeth right?
Me : Yep, no teeth. :)

A few seconds later;

Madhu : But I did have a tongue right?

I'm going to see Ragani AND Jeevitha tmr night! And hopefully, Kit will join us! It's going to be a fantastic friday!

*swims in exclamations!!!*

If only I cld see my stupid boy sooner than sunday. Sigh. Saturday night shall be spent lounging around finishing that book of short stories (it's pretty interesting. the main characters are jews in all sorts of predicaments) that's a month overdue. I think I'll just keep that book. Wldn't be surprised if NLB banned me from borrowing stuff. They've been sending me hate mail for years. :(