Catchups

I'm a really happy camper this week!

Dad has flown to Australia (omg, YAY!!!) and so I'd have the use of my rather abused computer for at least the next 2 weeks.

Everyone has been really nice to me recently and my mind sure is boggled. Not like I am complaining.

I've been going out with different people throughout the week and I am enjoying it!

Like last night. I went to a pub about 10 rocks' throws away from my place to meet up with X [identity undisclosed because I don't wanna get him into trouble -he's on such a tight leash].

I wouldn't exactly say I had fun but it sure was different.....being in a ehm...different pub and all.
We left when X got drunk and when I turned down a total stranger's ride home. That is the good thing about patronising a joint near my place. Everybody will get to know everybody and everybody will be living near everybody so everybody can give lifts to everybody.

I received another one of his [X's] 'I-daren't-act-stupid-in-front-of-your-face-but-can-be-incredibly-so-otherwise' text messages after he sent me home [in a cab]. He claimed he felt like touching me 'and all that' earlier. Instead of being offended, I was rather amused. He must be frustrated, if you know what I mean. Haha. That's just weak.

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I went for a 2.10am film with Max on Friday (technically Saturday).

[the part of this entry has been deleted because I found out Max reads my journal and it's not nice to say mean things about people who reads your journal because it'd make them cry]

Suffice to say, he managed to irritate the shit out of me more than 5 times in less than 3 hours. And all while we're watching the movie. But still, it was a good night. With a good friend.

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Saturday, I met up with Candice and Max (WHY? DO I NOT LEARN?!). We headed to ICB and because Candice found Asahi disgusting halfway through her bottle, we decided to do the right thing and moved our asses to Holland Village.

There, we had a brilliant time catching up.

The end of the night was gruelling. Max, sorry dude, but I just have to tell.

I asked Max if he was going to send me home and he asked instead that I accompany him to meet up some friends of his. I agreed on the condition they don't take too long coz I was already half asleep.

So we sent Candice home and for a while, I was really envious that she needn't go along to meet his friends [she lives near where Max was to meet his friends]. I knew I should've gotten my ass on a cab at Holland Village when I had the chance. It was too late for that. I was already miles away from my place.

We reached Attica and waited outside while Max jabbed intensely on his keypad every one minute or so. It was around half an hour before we saw the shadow of his friend. By this time, I was not a happy camper. It didn't help too that my bladder was on the verge of bursting.

So they chatted, they laughed and they took pictures while I yawned and people-watched a short distance away. Max did the obligatory introduction but I didn't speak much after that coz I was mad tired, urgently in need of the loo and thoroughly not enjoying myself at all. I knew the night was going to take a turn for the worse when another one of his friends emerged from the club.

They continued talking, laughing and taking pictures while I continued standing a short distance from them feeling like an idiot. It was mad awkward. The only time they spoke to me was to ask me to be their photographer. I smiled and obliged them.

I tried then to be proactive which was difficult because I was annoyed and tired plus I had a heavy bladder. I took their pictures and said 'Damn, I'm good. The pictures are well-taken!' I even added a little skip. I didn't want them to think I was rude or nasty just coz I happened to meet them when I was at my most tired.

Unfortunately, they didn't seem too interested. As a matter of fact, I can't even remember them saying 'thank you' after they got their pictures taken [by me]. Maybe they did, but heck, I don't recall.

So they abruptly resumed their chatter after the photo-shoot while I continued to test the strength of my bladder. I know I could've just gone to the Ladies but I didn't know where it was and I didn't feel like interrupting them.

God tried to help a little by spraying us with drizzles. I turned to Max and caught him at a rare pause before I snapped gently 'It's beginning to rain. Think we should go'.

He gave me a patronising look and turned nonchalantly back to his friends. The fire in me nearly extinguished the strong waves against my bladder when I heard him ask his friends MORE questions.

I was not happy and people who knows me knows I can never hide how I feel. It's almost always written all over my face. That was probably why Max finally informed his friends it's time to call it a night.

To my horror, his friend tried to coax him into staying/going somewhere else. They were pretty inconsiderate if they thought I was gonna be a ghost the whole night, tagging along, unspoken to.
Max did the nice thing and we left. He was polite enough to thank me for coming along and he told me too that he appreciated it. That made me feel better tons. I've also learnt how words (harsh or gentle) can really make or break a situation.

All my annoyance with Max disappeared because at least he was polite and nice about it.

We dashed for the Ladies [after 5 minutes of looking for it] and damn, did I feel goooooooooooooooooodddd.

We got home near 5am and pooped became an understatement.