la la la... happy new year folks.
hmx. finished vacuumming and wiping clean the water basin. i just realised i could be potential housewife material, which is damn freaky...

grrr.
feeling bad. sort of yelled at ben in the convo box but he said sth for ash and me so i feel really bad... i owe ben one. so must apologise now. T_T sorrie ben
but i can understand why my cousin divorced her husband ... she said cos he was obssessed with gaming... haiz. this is sort of like in the oldern days when the men are obssessed with gambling and the women hugg their legs trying to prevent them from entering the gambling dens and stuff

okay this is way too drama. hmmx. actually i tot would have no problem cos im probably the type to game along wif my bf if i have one... but gaming is not in the nature of girls i suppose...

ate kimchi just now. the last pack that i bought... tastes weird by itself but at least dats some dietary fibre... besides all those biscuits i ate. wenlin staple food = biscuits
haiz... oo jia yong helped me dild rains song!!! im so happy... the lyrics are in the previous post...
tanks jia yong
and bingsy helped me find together by exile!!!! the lead song for HOTMAN T_T hahah tanks bingsy

weeee

KoreanTaeyang ul Pihanun Bangbom (Gtr. Remix)
By rain/Bi
(Running Away From The Sun) (Gtr. Remix)translation by: ShungLuV @ soompi forums
The image of me crying
The foolish image of myself
I hate the sun that shines upon the ground(I hate the sun)
If anyone recognized me
and asked why I was crying
I really hated not being able to answer(I really hated it)*
I wanted to avoid the sun
No matter how hard I ran
The sun was always overhead
I really wanted to forget you
No matter how hard I tried,
No matter how hard I tried you were still inside of me
I really hated to still miss your
Smile and the hands that touched me(I really hated it)
Inside of so many people
While they laughed and shared stories
I tried to forget you
But again, tears fall
*Repeat
Everyone thinks that I forgot
But I think that I'm going to go crazy
I really want to forget
I really want to erase my memory
But it's not working...
*Repeat x2
Like a thorn that is stuck so deep that you can't take it out
Like a scratch that was hurt so much that it will leave a scar
A person like you can't ever be erased
Even though we're apart, it seems like we're still living together
If only I could erase you by crying
I cry so much that it’s enough to make a river
Even if I live, I want to forget you and live correctly...
I want to live normally...
I want to live normally...

supposed to chiong hmwk today and tmr and leave sat and sunday to rest and do a little revision but... saturday going back to that damned place to sign cip book.

hope i dun meet shan fu and jon if not i ll feel so so bad... T_T wondering how shan fu that sai kang warrior is... even though he's slack at least he doesnt try to fake that hes not, i like his frankness. and being open to us about trying very hard to be a good person by pang sui (letting water) for his frens when they do security
i feel like i can emphathise with him. not to mention my promotion was mostly based on his recommendations, thanks shan fu! you are = my sensei :) = i am ur big disciple :P

stupid pop ups on my comp. damn. and its damn send error report or dun send = restart comp automatically
anyone can do anything abt it? bingsy? T_T

la la la actually im missing the days having fun wif minghui wei qi ming han and shan fu
shan fu is damn fun to tease :D warhahahaha first time is i tease a guy, not the other way arnd -_-
but ming hui and i both agree he got lao3 chen2 lian3, so shuld smile more so he actually looks his age -_- wonder what his gf thinks lol

weiqi must be mugging his slack self away :P how ironical
and i havent started. damn.

la lala. misias lovely voice is filling up my eardrums at this very moment. :) kiss in the sky
probably the best album. haha but i couldnt be so sure, im so emotional when it comes to songs, i have a lot of favourites :)
sunday morning
you and me song
la la la love song
:) many more...

meeting rambutan and princess later :) hope we dun go anywhere expensive

oh yeah i ve been so bored i ve reread other pples blog entries, so those of u who havent updated please update and give me motivation to update
and ck its not my fault i ve long tried to tag but ur board doesnt like me so...

honseng u better update or else i ll get tamer to kill u and i want my autograph book back
crap.

i suddenly had the sudden impulse to write a very bor liao story based on stereotypes of jc schools pple. tank god i did NOT embrak in that project.
and my previous project, hahah next year dec maybe i ll continue hahahha :D

frmph.


you re like a kiss in the sky
i m feeling overbit
dont stop music!
cos its destiny's rule

i like the idea of 'kiss in the sky'
frees free and uninhibited
frees like im soaring across a piece of yummy white cotton floss... and i can see the green grass below my feet and the winds tickles my feet playfully
maybe thats the feeling i ll get, when i meet you
who are you? and when will that be? :D

good things are worthwhile waiting for

just finished excersizing. not bad, actually had the sudden impulse to burn off at least SOME of the bloddy weight that i put on during these holidays. bloody fat alright. damn. doesnt matter la, pudgy people are nice to hug

i suddenly rmbr what yi tuan said after seeing stan after so long

'change is not impossible'

right. and change starts from now? like what? a bloody atkins diet? now way. veggie diet is worse, my fav pizza by far is meat lovers. pudgy is good.

went to shop for mr angs prezzie wif stan. havent seen him in a while, so i was stoning at bishan mrt station waiting for his grand arrival, wondering if he would pang sai me or be late
he turned out to be on the dot.

i almost didnt recognise him. he was wearing a blue tee and no specs and really really really tan
i wonder if he really likes mun yee.. shes a really good girl
everyone was so amazed with his new look. most of the girls tot he looked a lot better and even some guys unwillingly agreed in the form of grunted approvals.

but i sort of miss the old stan la. his very blur look and his pale porcelain skin and specy looks lol
hahah very stone, very nj, but very stan
now he looks so foreign... i dunno la. but im sure hes pretty much the same, i realised, as we stood talked while walking for the bloody 156 that took an eternity to come and another eternity to reach school

i still felt like i, or we, could do more for stan la. not just like invite him back for some stuff or what, but like talk to him as a friend, send him lame smses, chat to him online if he's around or what

and return him the fifty bucks that he used to buy mr angs present lol. he d better go to njchoir.net if he wants the money back or else... lol. hmmm.

i guess lots of pple are concerned abt him but how many pple actually make the first move to sms him and talk to him? even if it starts out weird and awkward and u re not sure what to say at first? i wish the guys could do it, or else it would seem like im trying to chase stan or sth -_-

just like how talking to yi tuan and cracking lame jokes will make pple think i like him T_T which i simply cannot comprehend why the hell?

guys, go ahead and make the first move la. dun leave everything to me. and come on im sure all of you are concerned about stan. send lame smses. that ll work for sure.

went to mr kohs xmas party. started off as a party den the last part was more of a preaching part... a bit like a surmon.. but thats the meaning of xmas anyway, the birth of christ who came to die for us on a cross to save our sins. yeah. thanks mr koh for telling us ur experience and sharing your knowledge with us. i may not be chirstian and i may not want to be christian for now, but it will always be sth for me to think back on when i want to decide my faith

xiao mi didnt come = no comics = xiao mi keep my comics till next year

damn. i should have known. stan if u re reading this faster go to njchoir.net or else how to get back ur 50 bucks lol.

:) haiz. x mas carolling over. now is syf.

im officially gonna be a j2. that really really sucks.

good morning. damn. the coffee tea contoction that o made yesterday at our holding room is having adverse effects on me...

i couldnt sleep all night even thought i reached home fairly early and bathed and did stuff rather quickly... -_- a lot of things on my mind la. i was sure the insomnia was caused by me pondering too much but den again, i suddenly realised,for like the nth time, where n approaches infinity, that it was because, DAMN!!! i drank coffee.

just a sip can kill me. and i died a slow and tortuorous death.

well at least there are better things to think after i die, i hope.

yesterday we were bad, or should i say sops were bad or should i say
more like I was BAD, really really really bad.

how could i put up a smiley face and pretend its okay that there were split notes all over and that we were pertpetually flat all the time and worst of all the only time we werent flat, we were totally off key for away in a manger... crap. how can i smile and pretend its okay? that everything will be fine and that shangrila hotel will still want to engage my soon to be juniors in the december of the approaching year? how could i do it? i simply could not. it was my fault, and i deserved it, deserved the blame, the burden of the guilt above everything else...

and when ash looked like she was going to break down i totally freaked out
silly ben and alan T_T it was never ash's fault, if there WERE split notes, if we sang wrongly... she has good pitching, good support bla, she shouldnt deserve the crap blame and stuff. bastard. im not saying ben and alan are bastards, but what they did was totally inappropriate

and i think im slowly losing the joy of performing. crap. like i ever enjoyed it much. it was pretty much fake la, but even now, im losing the fake part of it

well time to pick up the shattered pieces and put them in a bag and continue my way

we ll do better. i ll do better. i keep telling myself

enough of this...

yesterday yi tuan was weirdly quiet. :) he can be quite jovial at times, once you get to know him and he always act cute one diaox. :) haha. wonder whats on his mind.
thomas looked very tired also, and ash... T_T girl its not ur fault u did everything you could to save it...

on my way home from bk (yes again) i took 105 and at some stop this guy who looked slightly older than me sat down next to me to my horror/surprise/amusement/shock
this doesnt occur frequently maybe because even though im nice and take the window seat i always have this extremely xiong and tao looking face like pple owe me lots of money and that will scare the living daylights out of anyone
unless im looking out the window and caught off guard... which is seldom the case...

but thats what happened.
den i started freaking out. he sat so near to me i was like damn scared if he were a pervert or what and i was like wondering what to do if he tried to do anything to get closer to me
den he closed his eyes and slept. i was like, DAMN what if i get off earlier than him and he tries to do sth to me when i get off

but he turned out to be a normal dude who was just really tired and needed some sleep. And i accidentally stepped on his toes when he was giving way to left me get off. :P poor guy. can imagine i was like feeling relieved and stupid at the same time.

i never realised that the first person who would really make me feel like a girl would be a guy i didnt even know. freaky. no matter what, the truth is, i am still a girl and nothing changes that.

can slack around a bit later cos going to j8 to buy mr angs prezzie with stan :D
havent seen stan in a long time, wondering how much hes changed...

im glad that i smsed him to ask how hes been doing and if he wants to come to the farewell...
even if im not that close to him, but we can become close friends i think
close friends are not BORN naturally or what, they re made... qiu han and me didnt like click the first time we met or what, instead it was the sort of long time being together, sticking together, that earned us the mo4 qi4 we have today...

stan needs a friend i need one too :D

im wondering what to get...hmm. no money to eat lunch le or dinner den. dun feel like eating breakfast dese few days, my stomach getting lazy

im feeling so bad because i forgot to feel eddie yesterday and he looked like he was starving when i came out from the bath and stared at him through the walls of his cosy fish tank home
sorry eddie T_T

now i understand why those stupid shaking electric plants and flowers sell so well.

ending with sth i tot of yesterday nite as i tossed and turned, lying awake on my bed

if i am beautiful it is only because you said i was ugly
if i am smart it is only because you said i was stupid
if i am strong it is only because you said i was weak
if i learn to love myself it is only because you did not love me
how can a heart be broken if it is made of steel? it can only be bent.

off to wander around till ten to iron my skirt and prepare stuff b4 meeting leeley :D

feeling very sad because the nice long post that i woke up early yesterday morning just to do disappeared cos blogger freaked out
and i was so bloody happy yesterday

im so bloody sick and tired today. i better not talk or else nothing will come out later. wonder how i will be able to sing the sop one solo parts if prisc really doesnt come later. den again, even if she comes i have to sing cos need someone to blend her nazel voice and my somewhat airy one is a rather good blending choice

freak. bOLLOCKS. feeing sick and tired.

sometimes i am almost certain that my life is made up of periods of fast sine/cosine curves
unlike ben's mood, which is happy for six months den moody for six months, i am extremely happy for one day, den extremely sad for the next day for sure

in case this entry doesnt get to be published because blogger decided it doesnt like me, i shall try to keep it short. not much to say anyway.

ha ha ha. i dun like the feeling when pple pat my back and say i have done a good job for that day. if i really did a good job, it would show from their faces right? no need to say anything, and i SHOULD do a good job, its my job, and im obliged to anyway. damn hell.
i really really cant do it. cant bring myself to do it.

damn im only human.
i was patting michs back and saying, cough be gone
how i wish
fats be gone, bad throat be gone, sadness be gone, lethagy be gone, jealousy be gone, depression be gone, damn i just want to get away for a while... just a little while den i ll be able to recover and live with it. its life anyway. enough of the ups and downs. i ll stop reading into things. if things go well den good if they dont then good also.

i dont know if i have the energy to put up a smiling face and pretend im enjoying the x mas carols that i am going to sing later. after 7 years of being a performer, the fake but looks-genuine smile comes naturally simply i can imagine my pri school cca teaching nagging into my ear asking for me to smile, if not at least fake it
damn im seriously tired. i wonder if i can pull it off.

it was nice eating with the gang though, and playing games. i suddenly realised i have little knowledge of the places in singapore and of my body parts...

hello heng :) wonder if u re reading this. u re still using crap symbols as ur sign in name -_-
i rmrbed the last time i asked u, u said it was becos the symbols were crap like u T_T best arghhh
havent talk to u for very long. u say u din like the feeling of talking online, so dun talk to u so often le... i dun even talk to youzhirella liao, haha unless ask him stuff like photocopy shop got open not...and same for hui hui...

when was it since my world fell apart? and i picked up the broken pieces and put them in a bag and continued my way... i cant remember. it seems like it was only yesterday...

knighty and rambutan came yesterday. princess also. :) but pet tamer din come, so i styll felt like we were missing someone... knightys head = rambutans head now, so interesting. but rambutan is really tan now, compared to really pale me, ben said if i was snow white (crap of all the fairy tale princesses i used to dislike her the most. so naive. WAIt....damn. crap) den hs would be...coal black.
-_- lol.

whatever.
time is running out as i type, and i can feel the burden of the unfinished holiday homework weighing on my back... next week chiong holiday homework...

hey marissa! :D... lol. carolling got smile or not... must smile or else u look like pple owe u ten bucks or sth hahah :)

goody. prisc says she can come. i hope that medicine round small crap thingy with scorpions on the packaging that xiang ting gave me can miraculously heal my voice... maybe. i ll take ten at one time later. surely can one. already drink pi pa gao now, not so scratchy le... but still cannot talk or else later no voice haha

i take my voice for granted. seriously. usually it recovers so bloody fast, even if i yelled and screamed my voice away at the national track and field champs, without fail the next day it would obediently come back. i think this time it decided to take a holiday. good idea. i should take one too.

if i were dreaming that i could go away... where would i be?

got a really weird call from knighty asking if i knew how to sing xmas carols T_T DUHHH of course. hahah he had me say out all the twelve days of xmas to him and the lyrics of jingle bell rock to him fullsale along with the tune

-_- he shuld be in the army now i think... said what officer want him to sing lol.
wonder if rambutan is doing the same....
my germany roomie neighbours both in army liaox... wonder how the two of them are doing...

on a whole different note

inferiority complex. serious. very serious. im sure i ll get over it, soon.


i think back when i first met you...
now i realise its because you were my dream...

was watering the plants only like ten min ago. :) mom not arnd, feels weird, always so used to her there watering the plants and stuff...

well she and dad are on a nice holiday to vietnam and my pesky kid wz sis is off to aunties house to stay.. so i should be glad at the sudden lease of freedom, right?...

but feeling xian. u cant do much with two pple. all the boring games. even monopoly sucks when u play it with only two players. can even play er ling wu aka two zero five... feels really sad. and weird but i really miss wz... and her screwy but cute face... lol
at least if she were arnd, we could play cluedo...

ask me out!!! someone ask me out!!! T_T

feeling dry. tmr is the first carolling performance at tanglin mall. hmm nice place but bad accoustics i heard. im a wee bit worried but we should be fine la, i think.

feeling so bored that i actually wont mind if a girl, a REAL girl, (as in not like me or qiu han lol we never really quite talk abt the things that normal girls talk about) asked me out to shop with her. i d probably get bored eventually but im sure that it ll keep me entertained for just a while at least

todays practice was better than expected. for me at least except the last part which i couldnt even sing sleep properly, and totally disgraced my soprano one self and my very proud and now very sad diaphragm pardon me i spelt wrongly... i think,... :( lousy cannot even sing high notes properly and high notes are SUPPOSED to be my forte...

but it was kind of enjoyable. me, prisc and joan were really power when we spilt into our grps for carolling practice. felt really good to have the nod of acknowledgement from cheryl as she conducted the rest. but cannot compare la we sang in the rain tree of course nicer but the other sections werent as nice dough

eyelid back to normal! :D i woke up today and to my delight its no longer the lumpy crap...
lumpy-be-gone! i knew that it was going to be the start of a good day...

luckily i listened to qiu hans advice. lol talked to her till the wee hours of today morning... wait now its almost morning lol... :) i guess i was thinking too much about everything. just let things go their course and not fret or be sad or worry about them... thanks girl :)
and sure enough i felt that things were okay when i stepped into the choir stall ealry today :)

la la la. ta da dee dum. must sing tmr. a bit lazy :P but must la, not enuf pple or else they ll die... lol but grp one only me and prisc... haha but prisc power, u go man, sop one rocks! :D

feeling tired. i ll burn out soon if i dun get some form of release... crap.

fishy is doing fine. i remembered to feed him today. in fact, everyday since the day i saved him. hes MINE now. lol. i decided to name him edward furlong after the calvin klein model in some really nice ad. i put the ad as my display pic... it simply blew me away when i first rested my eyes on it... :)
u can call him eddie for short. a fish called eddie. cute.

qiu han reckons i should run for singapore idol. as if i ll make it. im so airy without warmups haha. but i can sing both really high and really low which i always found co0l as a kid cos i didnt know musik so it seemed weird that i could like sing the 'same note' in both HIGH and LOW lol..:D damn proud of dat. wide range. la la la.
she says i ll be popular cos i ll appeal to both guys and girls cos im like guyish girl
girls will find me cool and guys will find me cute(i immediately puked at the moment she said that) den she explained that it ll seem so weird cos obviously im a girl but i act like a guy so guys would find it cute. -_- oh really *sarcastic tone with acid dripping*

but shant tekan dear qiu han lol :) haha
she wants to get me a swimsuit for xmas. NOT a good idea. i cant swim... actually technically i shuld be able to, lard floats on water i think... and the whole upthrust thing should give me more that suffice reason to try to learn to swim but i simply lack the motivation to try to slim down to look nice or at least not painful to the eye in a swimsuit

yawn. ohhh this really nice grand senior aka grand president aka timmo came and gave a talk today.. actually just some side stuff. but he seems really nice la, can tell why pple voted for him.
wonder hows ash doing... and yeah serenie it shuld be hot there but ash says shes feeling cold. got frostbite. -_- wear more clothes dear and drink more water and take care... :)

tmr is deee day. yawn.

i think back when i first met you
now i realise its because you were my dream...

i get really annoyed when all the hard work i put into being a nice neutral person gets washed down the drain just by a remark made without using my brain to process

if only my brain worked like etch a sketch. that would be nice. i always wanted an etch a sketch board when i was very small. all the other kids wanted it and all of their parents relented and bought them one. but when i looked with longing eyes at the etch a sketch board, then shifted my focus to my dad, my dad took no notice at all... u probably think, just ask him la.

But no. im not the type of kid to ask my dad for something. and i always prided myself on that... cos i felt that if he couldnt tell that i wanted it that much, then i probably didnt deserve it.

maybe i dont deserve to be called nice and friendly? cos i can snap sometimes and get really really nasty. maybe i should just quit this... very tired leiz. xian la. have to put up a mask and crap. really good crap, damn it.

dad never understood what i really secretly wished for, and i spent the rest of my damn childhood regreting that i never opened my mouth and asked him for it. until i got older, i sort of felt that the move was a little silly, a little naive, and a little... a little understanding also.
thats who i was as a kid.

fed fishy too much this morning. maybe i ll let him go on a diet and feed him once a day only. den he wun haf to poo so much and i wun have to clear his poo so much either. and what makes me think he's a guy? cos... he feels like one. if i had a dog, i d probably have a male dog too. surely. hahha

and i still havent thought of a name for fishy yet. thinking la. any bright suggestions?

went to pasir ris to send my sis off to stay wif my aunt till my parents come back from vietnam (actually they havent left yet haha so technically not on holiday yet)
it was a long bus ride and i was filling up addresses on envelopes of xmas cards and reading my old autograph book... and reading qiu hans pseudo cai zhi heng entry (lol if u read online chinese novels u shuld noe what im talking abt) :) silly girl called me during practice to ask me what present i wanted for xmas

all i want for christmas is you...:)

back to the bus trip
and anutie :) actually she has no blood relationship to me or wz but shes been our babysitter since we were wee little kids so she feels like a second mother to me :)

and her daughter who is like a older sister to me is also so nice to us..
her dog, kelly, is really cute. :) lolx. she always looks at me with pleading eyes cos she wants me to sayang her and bring her out for gai gai :) and i was so pleasantly surprised cos she actually remembered me (dogs can only rmbr arnd 4o pple? and if they keep seeing new ones they forget old ones they havent seen for ages) im so glad she remembered me...

we ate at swensons. actually personally, swensons has so many beautiful and happy memories...
like eating there with auntie and her daughter, like eating the free earthquake with ck, like eating some fudge thingy with rambutan and princess...
in fact this year, i ve frequented that place so much and before that i rarely ever have stepped into a single outlet at all

sometimes i wish i could be a kid altogether again
adults just dun get it sometimes
its not the expensive stuff or what, like auntie said must treat us to swensons but i didnt even care what i was eating la, as long as i had the chance to eat with her... cos its not the food but the company that matters... i d rather eat instant noodles at her hse so i can spend more time talking to her... :'(
i owe one third of my wonderful childhood memories to her...

and

the thing about presents. adults would always be like, here something, small token of appreciation and blabla stuff then the other would say, no no i cant take it
den the push and push would begin. i push to u la, u push to me

i remember when i was a kid, if someone gave me a sweet, i would simply accept it and be grateful to the person for as long as i could remember
how things complicate as u grow older.
or maybe we complicate them ourselves.

i think back when i first met you
now it realise its because you were my dream...

freaky. im croaking now. damn, must be that choc cake that wz coaxed mom into buying. crap. i am the embodiement of what rambutan calls cannot-resist-temptations

i keep looking at myself in the mirror and wondering when my life will have a drastic turn and my left eye lid wont look so lumpy and my pimples (yes, three) will suddenly decide to leave my currentl not so nice face

or maybe im STILL secretly hoping that when i wake up to check up on my dear fishy it will suddenly turn into a really yummy looking prince lying next to the tank. -_- maybe.

lately i ve found out that if i leave my hair alone, it automatically flops to center parting. absolutely disgusting. how ironical that i hate center parting the most. i shall tend to it later. anyway im wondering if this is the late last-min onset of puberty cos i never has these physical problems/disturbances whatever when i was SUPPOSED to be going thru puberty

i ve learnt once again from experience that silence sucks. its the sort of tense atmosphere which you dont know what to say so you just giving up talking altogether cos u re just no good at striking a conversation. in that case, sometimes, i rather walk alone...
but den again, sometimes, its just the feeling of having someone next to you walking alongside with you that gives a nice fuzzy feeling

how can it feel tense and uncomfortable and warm and fuzzy at the same time? im contradicting myself. but sometimes life is not as simple as black and white. theres just always this grey area.
sometimes i get the feeling i dont dare to cross the line cos if i do, the colour might change from grey to white or grey to black... and this change might not have a positive impact on me, so i d rather keep things the way they are, GREY. does that make me a true grey njcian? lol (rmbr the good old times of being a true BLUE cedarian)

maybe its chickening out. but i dare say i dun like taking risks. too... risky. just for a possible chance that things might turn out better, throw in everything and hope thinsg go your way when you might have to forsake what you have now? i should think not...

yesterday the three of us, me my sis and my sis (lol) played some games of cluedo.
did i tel you i always wanted a cluedo box set as a kid?... my sis bought one for OUR xmas prezzie :)
seriously she is the nicest big sis i have ever known... she always... so self sacrificing... and i am so selfish in comparsion...:)

then wz kept winning. i didnt know what was going on half the time cos the first half i was preparing the emcee script and the second half i was wondering who and what to believe and what assumptions to make

before that was a grueling day at j8 and serenies hse doing the invites for the farewell.:) thanks serenie for lending ur hse!!! :) and ck for sticking arnd and making sure i din take the wrong colur pencil to use -_- and my 14 dollar (boohoo) new colour pencil set in a nice tin can
and i got some cheapo x ams cards with serenie lol. cheapo rocks!! waa haarr har

choir today and i actually find myself hoping that it will be over soon. onset of worry and fret cos im dang jia today. gues dat i must learn to be confident and stuff and dat i can manage even without fel sida thom thom and mostly, ash
ash ghee, if u re reading this, dun worry k, i ll do a good job (haha) dun worry when u come bakc thinsg will be fine and wear more clothes in australia u get cold very easily and take care and try to enjoy urself k :)

i just checked my list and i realised got some stuff to do... print out script bla, contact su and money well to ask them to be emcee (hopefully infront of choir and with their recommendations or else they ll say its exclusive) erm complete the invites bla send/give the invites bla, collect consent forms bla, photocopy and give out consent forms bla, take attendance and collect latecomers money bla
erm make sure everything is okay(?) bla

everything will be fine. im sure.

i hope my frens dont kill me for making them appear in my story. -_-
i was really too bored. anyway it seems like ages since i ve continued working on it, so maybe i ll do it later? but it turns out to be deviating from the original plot...its become more of a tuesdays with morries story, with different issues being discussed erach chapter-_-

i hope its not TOO bad. -_- i simply dun have the ability to churn out something interesting, based on the cold fact that MY onw life is so boring.

maybe tomorrow i ll wake up and to my horror/surprise/delight the goldfish that i saved (and am in charge of nursing back to health currently) has turned into a really yummy looking guy and hes lying naked next to the fish tank

in my dreams. not even in my nightmares.-_- a goldfish prince? too surreal. anyway that damn fish is damn irritating, while i was changing water and cleaning the tank it actually poo pooed in the small bucket of water i put it in and i didnt notice only to pour the whole contents of the bucket into the tank and find his/her poo floating/swirling in the water/

and i have to scopp the poo out, as usual. nobody in my hse gives a damn whether it dies or lives.
grrr.. its almost become my fish le. im thinking of giving it a name... any bright ideas>?

fish prince?-_- yucks.

i swear to you that if i incidentally bore u to death with whatever i write, it is not the fault of mine, but rather the fault of my boring nature. so sorry.
now should i go for that class dinner or not?

Chapter 7

Player concept

Adam could still remember the look of pure bewilderment on Chris' face when he announced in a rather serious tone that he was, indeed, a player.

Jackpot! Adam thought. Just great. Now he waited silently, watching her reaction.

'Haha. So I was correct?' Chris looked down at her feet, which were covered partially in her brown soft sandals.

'Yeah.' Adam grunted.

'Hmm. Actually I was sort of wishing that you would say no, cos I had a rather good impression of you.' Chris looked up and stared at Adam straight in the eye.

Adam was shocked again. If it were ever earthly possible to be shocked twice within such a short time by the same person, making such subtle but frank comments, it would be exactly what happened.

She is one frank and extremely brave girl, Adam thought to himself.

'Hmm, you know, I have a friend who is a Casanova of sorts, rather like what you admit you are.' She smirked at Adam and her eyes twinkled.

'...oh really?' Adam wasn’t sure how to respond. It seemed as though the question had traps hidden all over, that he would get stuck, whatever response he gave. Better to stick with the neutrals, Adam thought.

Chris grinned, seemingly at ease with the whole situation.

'The thing is that, I told him that there is one big problem with the whole being a player concept.'

'And that is?' Adam cocked one eyebrow in suspicion

'It's something I call the players paradox,' Chris paused briefly, as if waiting for the impact of the words to reach him, then continued, 'firstly, let me ask you, what is a player?'

'Not sure? Probably defined as someone who treats love as a game?' It felt weird saying it out. Adam could almost felt his stomach churn as he spoke aloud.
'You see, in a game-' Chris was cut in mid sentence as music started to play from the speakers from the other side of the second level.

Chapter 6

Facing the musik

Adam stood stiffly for a moment, then shuffled his feet towards the huge blue bean bag, which at that moment, looked extremely menacing to him.

Once he sat down, Chris continued reading her book. Adam peered over Chris' shoulder to look at the contents of the book. It was some boring stereotyped love story about a girl called Audrey and a guy called Youzhi. Adam rolled his eyeballs secretly and cringed inwardly.

Then suddenly, without warning, Chris looked up at him and laughed.

'You know, the guy called Youzhi inside here is exactly like you!'

Her loud outburst shocked Adam, and for a split second, he was stunned. He opened his mouth, like a beached fish, then closed it, as he couldn’t think of any good rebuttal.

'HUH?' was all Adam could muster as he tried to recover from the shock.

‘You're a player, aren’t you?’ Chris smiled at him knowingly. 'The the kind of guy that loves women then leaves them, right?'

Adam pondered for a brief moment. In some ways, he was, undeniably, a player. Love seemed like a recreational sport for him, along with pool, bowling, and other games. Secretly, deep down inside, he agreed with her, that women were a way for him to pass time, to fill his constantly empty soul. They were willing pawns in a game called love; they were tools used to satisfy whatever desires he had.

But something deep inside him protested. He liked to think that he was now a clean, celibate man. Almost gay even. He had sworn off women since... since he and Yefan broke up. It was a painful, even torturous memory.

Yefan was an extremely loving girl. Adam was positive that he would want her as his wife, if only... if only he could love. She came to him, when he was during the worst period of his life. She said she didn’t mind that he loved other women. She said that she would be different from all those other women. She said she believed she would be the one to change him, to make him love her, and only her.

She was wrong.

Adam smiled sadly. It was a choice between being suffocated by her love, which was extremely special but felt like a burden at times, and resuming his player lifestyle. Lesser of the two evils? Probably.

‘Sorry, you okay? I mean it as a joke!’ Chris, seeing that Adam made no reply, asked Adam worriedly.

'... ...'

'Oh, I just blurted out the first thing in my mind, I didn't mean it! You angry?' Chris looked at Adam, flinging her hands in front of her chest, asking Adam for a response.

'... actually, you're right. I am a player.'

yawn. before anyone dies of boredom reading my boring story, here i am with another typically lame and cynical wenlin entry.

feeling a wee bit tired. on the way home going out the main gate, walking shoulder to shoulder with sida and ben (if it were possible, we re all of different heights hahah) we passed a huge tree
and weirdly and creepy enough
i felt a sudden urge to wrap my arms around the trunk of tree, DAMMIT!

i rmbr feeling washed out after cip, feeling lost and lonely and useless and tired and homesick...
walking down the escalator in borders, my lazy bum actually felt like landing itself right down on the not-so-clean surface of the escalator steps.

so... tui2 fei4. thats the only phrase i can think of that can really describe it la.

right side pimple erupted. i was getting so used to it being there that when it erupted i was so shocked and like...annoyed even. cos i get really uncomfortable with people looking at my face, trying to hide their 'oh she has a huge zit on her face' expression
i know nobody means it, but well,... and i decided. more pimples are better than one or two.

cos a patch would just blend in. ONE would STICK out. haha.

weird. not like im super vain or wat...and i must admit that i would never feel uncomfortable in front of qiu han and weiling and darell and hui chiang and qiu ping even if i had a huge pimple on the tip of my nose of what.

maybe its late puberty. onset of huge vanity. urgh.

ya ya ya. the secrets of the yaya sisterhood. urgh, i must be going mad. tmr got lots to do...

im really starting to feel like the farmer, just thinking of all the stuff to do, people to remind and call and inform and stuffs. urgh. anyway i know the eight steps to rice cultivation lolx i am a good elec geo student :D and mr ang said we are like farmers.
i get his point
the point is, we havent uncovered GREEN REVOLUTION yet
AHA~ thus we are still poor farmers stuck in the visous cycle of poverty. sad life.

:( i think my sadist side is getting to me. my cheery side.

you know, sometimes i watch shows, i always find myself emphathising with the supporting character role much more than the lead... cos in life, some people will have to play the sidekick roles...
for me, i never minded it that much. i made a pretty good sidekick anyway. but somehow, inside my small, kiddy soul, i always yearned to be the cool lead. who knew exactly what to do, what to say.

maybe one day there ll be a story of my own la. not now, not yet.

and i hate being treated like a substitute for someone else. it sucks. totally. i rather be reduced to dust or ashes or nothing or whatever. GRRRRRRR... :(

its hard to love anyone else
because you re the only one
who loves me for myself
for who i am
and no one else.

:) haha i crapped that one up. :P anyway this is for qiu han, the only person i can envision myself growing old with. :) cos i can see it, me sitting next to her, her face and mine all old and wrinkly, and our dear grandchildren running around, by our side. then we would talk to each other, rocking on our rocking chairs, until we re both tired and fall asleep.
it would be really easy to understand that after trusting someone so deeply, it is hard to trust another person with the same depth...issues with trust? maybe....im just not as gullible as what those personality tests say i am... or at least i hope not.T_T

trusting is good. but gullible is bad. where to draw the line? being open is good, but transparent is bad. whats the different again? i think sometimes my brain works too simply... how can you test if you can trust someone? hmmm how was it that qiu han gained my trust? haha must be her very blur smile...

during the first day of school, i was, as usual, feeling scared but trying to cover it but putting on my extremely tao face... and to my surprise, this bespectacled nice cheena looking girl came up to me and said
hi my name is qiu han. you are?
thank god.:) thank you thank you thank you

if i could. if i were a guy, im sure i would go after qiuhan. haha, but im not, im straight, haha and female, :) so what i can do is...:) la la la

wonder how ashghee is doing...on plane :) haha. wells.
:( cant help feeling a bit lost... just for a little while. let me wander in the woods for just a little while more. i ll come back, cos i know i have lots of things to do, and promises to keep...miles to go before i can sleep? hhaa nostalgia. robert frost..

it s ten thirty le. im thinking of what to do with the ninety bucks earned from carolling...but its so little, not enuf to buy a new cd player...:( can buy a device that can record human sound either. hmmm so how. maybe use to treat the seniors? damn...haiz. :( ninety bucks...

making a long entry.
the other day i was rewatching spidey two with my peeps at home. while my sis s dad and mom all kept silent during the movie, i kept yelling and squirming especially when stupid irritating mj came on the screen

i rmbr last time watch wif royal family, i kept cursing and scolding mj while furiously digging for sweet popcorn and rambutan was also trying to compete wif me cos he also only like sweet one lol and princess was giggling and knighty was so diao lol his face...T_T

did i tell you i giggle lately? absolutely disgusting. im gonna cut this bad habbit.

bastard. i suppose all guys like such...such shitty girls. thats enuf to deter me from liking guys already. feeling edgy now. shes such a ... bitch. its the only word... jump from guy to guy, doesnt she feel ashamed? and she doesnt look pretty at all... if i could be a starlet, i would want to be ... scarlett johannson.

~eternity moment~ one moment can change anything.

:D waaaa lost in translation:) la la la...

xian la. i cant think of anything le.thats all for now :)

Chapter 5

The bookstore

Adam wasnt sure what day of the week it was when he met Chris again. He had a hard time trying to recall because his mind was on other things; clients, business deals, his boss, his company. If only Zac is around, Adam thought. All he has to do is check his ties. Zac has a whole series of rainbow coloured ties, one colour for each day of the week. Rather useful if one is a forgetful person.

It was around nine o clock, in the evening. Adam stepped into the twenty-four hour bookstore for the very first time, and was pleasantly surprised. The bookshop owner, a plump, cheery-looking middle aged woman, greeted Adam with a wide smile. Adam put his briefcase in one of the shelves at the counter for safe-keeping and walked into the store.

The bookstore was brightly lit with retro-style lamps and furnished with sofas, couches, chairs and tables of the same retro-style. Adam smirked. It was almost like a dream come true. He remembered that he had always wanted a retro themed apartment to stay in, but never had the patience to look for furniture based on this theme. Too hard to find, and rather expensive, he thought to himself.

He walked up the narrow wooden staircase to the second storey, nearly bumping into a shop assistant. The girl smiled apologetically, her chubby cheeks and high cheekbones brightening her round face.

‘'Welcome to the store. Im wenlin, if you need any help, please tell me.'

'Yeah, I will, thanks a lot.' Adam grinned in return and proceeded up the stairs.

On reaching the top of the long flight of stairs, Adam looked up to see Chris sitting hunched on a small bean bag, immersed in the contents of a book. Adam frowned subconsciously. It was weird that he had so many chance encounters with this girl. Adam was starting to worry if he had a stalker in his neighbourhood. It seemed a rather ridiculous thought, so he dismissed the notion immediately.

Just as Adam was about say hello, Chris looked up, distracted by the creeking noises adams shoes made against the wooden floor. She stared blankly at him for a brief moment, her mouth agape, then she put the book down on her lap and smiled.

'Hi.'

'Er, hi.' Adam said, feeling unsure of himself. Wait a minute, unsure? Adam never felt unsure himself.

Chris smiled and patted the huge blue beanbag next to the orange beanbag she was sitting on and gestured for him to sit down next to her.

Chapter 4

The umbrella

It was after work. Adam drove his sports car into the underground parking lot and parked it in a lot that was near the lift.

He stepped out of the car and picked up his briefcase. He patted it gently, as if to comfort the briefcase, which had become so thick and full because of all the important documents it held. Adam strolled slowly to the lift and pressed the button for the second floor.
The lift doors closed and the lift proceeded upwards, first the two underground levels where the carparks were, then the ground floor. As the lift reached the ground floor, the doors slowly opened. Adam frowned. He disliked taking the lift with strangers. Maybe it was the awkward silence that usually followed. It was probably because usually neither he nor the stranger made an attempt to engage in friendly conversation.

It wasn't that Adam was hostile, nasty or mean. He just didn’t like the feeling of polite, curt conversations. The frequent ‘how are you’s, the very polite and foreign smiles; he disliked them all.

The lift door opened and Adam looked up reluctantly. At the entrance of the lift stood a middle aged man, wearing a suit and carrying a briefcase like him. He grunted as he entered the lift and pressed the button for the third level. Just as the lift doors were about to close, Adam hear a yelp-

'WAIT! Wait!' it was a woman’s voice, and her voice grew louder as she ran towards the lift and stuck her hand between the lift doors. Sounds quite familiar, I seem to have heard this voice somewhere, Adam thought to himself. He pressed the open door button and the lift doors opened, revealing the girl who had helped him pick up his umbrella the other day.

She was drenched from head to toe and she was breathing heavily, probably because she ran for the lift. She muttered 'thank you' and looked up, her brown eyes meeting his green ones. Her eyes mirrored the surprise that were in his eyes as she stood at the lift door.

'Erhem, maybe you want to step inside,' the other man in the elevator was apparently annoyed by her appearance and wanted the lift to go up quickly. She blushed, embarrassed and stepped into the lift.

As the lift went up, silence prevailed, besides the sound of the elevator working and the random sounds of the girl sneezing. Adam looked past the man, at the girl, who was on the other side of the lift. She was trying very hard to sneeze quietly but failing miserably. The man who stood in the middle scowled everytime she sneezed and made no attempt to hide the displeasure on his face. Adam took a hankerchief out from his coat pocket and passed it to the girl. She looked up in surprise, then stretched her hand to take the handkerchief. She smiled apologetically and mouthed the words 'thank you'.

'Ding!' the lift exclaimed as it reached the second floor. The doors opened and Adam stepped out. He turned around and realized the girl was getting out also. As he walked to the door of his apartment, he realized she walked to the apartment which was directly facing his.

So we're actually neighbours within such close proximity, he thought. He dug the keys out from his wallet and started unlocking the lock on the gate of his front door.

'Hey. Thanks a lot, for your handkerchief.' She said.

'It's okay. You’re welcome.' He turned his head around and replied. 'Didn't bring your umbrella?'

'Erm, actually I don’t own one. Haha. Yeah.' She smiled cheekily and stuck out her tongue.

'Oh. So you don’t have one. Hmm. You like my transparent one a lot right? You want it? I can give it to you. I have lost of other umbrellas.' Adam offered.

'REALLY? You’ll give it to me?' Her eyes widened in disbelief.

'Yeah. Erm, you wait here, I’ll go in and get it.' Adam put down his briefcase at the doorstep and walked into the living room. He found it lying on the coffee table. He picked it up in one scoop and walked out.

'Here. And it’s no big deal, just an umbrella-' Adam said as he passed it to her. She grinned widely and opened the umbrella.

'I've always wanted an umbrella like this! Thanks a lot. Oh, forgot to say, im Chris, nice to meet you.' She offered her hand to Adam and smiled at his as if he were her benefactor.

'Oh. My name is Adam. Nice to meet you too.' Adam gave a loop-sized grin. He was beginning to feel tired already. Maybe it was the rain. As if Chris sensed his weariness, she patted him on the back and asked him to rest and that maybe they would see each other again soon. It was just a friendly gesture, not feminine charms or shots at seduction but Adam frowned. He gently brushed the place on his back where Chris patted him and squeezed a smile before closing the door and saying goodbye.

okay. enough of crappy stories, some people simply disapprove of my crappy stories but i must state firstly that players is not at all like seven days. frmph.

back to the good old normal entry. well nothing much has been happening in my not-so-interesting life so far. i am, afterall, only 17 years old, not even old enough to watch m18 movies, so dun expect anything exciting to befall upon me.

malaysia was quite fun. in terms of the trip itself, it probably sucked. but in terms of family bonding, this trip is the best i ve ever had in years. :) really really enjoyable, cos we MADE it enjoyable, not really cos it was.

it was pretty okay till near the end when we all started to get weary and tired and every few hours the bus stops to let us tgo to the loo, im so scared of seeing the loo now.
grr. and stuff there is so cheap it unleashed the inner auntie in me, i wanted to splurge all the money on stuff like sports shoes, bags, magazines and crap stuff which i usually never even think of buying in singapore. urgh. :(

lucky my dad stopped me. bought a nice new pair of sports shoes thought. not green, :( but silver gray. it will SOOOO fit with my nj uniform. maybe should get a gray coloured backpack to complete my stone image. *makes mental reminder*

feeling a bit cranky. the bus rides were too long and the seats too uncomfortable. and my neck ached. btu cameron highlands so rocked my world! :D lovely co0l place...

erm. oh and five is a sucky number cos u cant take a cab with five people. have to split up or sth. which sucks and really wastes money. oh i did some quiz and it says im a life blogger, which means i basically blog about stuff going in my life (duh! like the words arent literal enuf,T_T)

the stayover at ashs house rocked! but it didnt fulfill its purpose dough, cos it was all the same few peeps again, cept for a few la. even so, it was really fun. and tom toms having a sleepover at his house soon, dunno whether i can go, bingsy says ash and me and the gang are invited, but staying over too much will only make me get the end of my dads grunts and moms naggin

yawn. yay, erm yoanna won top model crap. i loved her face since the first time i saw her on tv lah, her face is so nice. grr, and she used to be pudgy, like me!!!(plus one point) but i ll never be like her cos thats simply not me and i could never forgo all the delicacies id have to give up to slim down

getting a bit confused lately. seriously i tot that guys would be really easy creatures to figure out, at least more easy than girls, but it pisses me off when guys send mixed signals to me and im really not quite sure how to read and interpret the signs. sick and tired of this nonsense. guys, please be more straightforward. being frank is a virtue. really. btw, am i very annoyable? pple, esp guys, seem to like to annoy me -_- jiayong says cos im more appraochable. frmph. really.

maybe.

yawn.waiting for my bloody batt to charge so i can upload pics.
BOLLOCKS! still havent started on holiday hmwk. bloody hell. grrr T_T oh well. maybe today. MAYBE

darn. i want to go qiu hans place to read her ragnarok. damn it, eleven books out liao, now den i want to start buying. not over my dead body. grrr. i ll stick to my deathnote and shin angyo onshi.
arghhh-_- the anguish.

warrrrr i dream that one day i will be able to leave this horrid place and go to mauritius and stay there forever.
okay tht seemed a bit far fetched but its the closest i can probably get in real life in the future anyway cos if i said i wanted to skip my whole adulthood and just plumment rght into senior citizen age and enjoy old age obviously it cannot happen

i wish.

im starting to have skin problems that i never used to have as a 15 year old kid. damn. not that my face is very important, but still it annoys me to see patches of red stuff pple call pimples when this never typically happened to me when i was just a wee bit younger

and as usual, the peeps upstairs seem to e forever renovating their hse, forvever got electric drill one.
BOLLOCKS

they can go and....urghh crap.

Chapter 3

They met

Sunday morning was very annoying. Just a day away from work, and nothing to do. Adam made it a point only to work during office hours, which seemed an extremely good policy to adopt. However, with few friends, and few hobbies, it left him nothing to do.

Adam forgot the reason why he went there. It seemed ridiculous that he would go to a bookstore, considering that fact that the number of books he owned was less than the number of fingers and toes he had. But it seemed perfectly normal considering the fact that it was located within close proximity of his apartment and that he was too lazy to go anywhere else.

It was a ten minute stroll to the bookstore. Adam shuffled his feet along the way and kept his head bent, looking and the rain and mud and dirt on the pavement. The rain was pounding heavily against his umbrella and he was already regretting his decision to leave home.

My feet are getting wet, he thought grumpily. Then suddenly, without warning, the rain stopped. Adam looked up at the sky in disbelief and exasperation. The sunlight shone down on him like a shower and his hand dropped the umbrella that he was holding.

'Here, your umbrella,' a voice behind him said, as a hand tapped him on the shoulder and passed him the umbrella. Caught off guard, Adam jumped. He turned around and was greeted by a warm smiling stranger. Her outstretched hand held the umbrella firmly and her other hand was placed shyly behind her back.

'Thanks,' Adam said, in a cold tone. He didn’t like talking to strangers, or women he didn’t know, for that matter. He especially disliked women who made the first move. Of course this had absolutely nothing to do with it, but something told him that this woman would be the kind to make the first move.

As he glanced at the stranger properly, he realized that she was probably only a girl, not even a woman. The girlish features of her face made her look very youthful. How old is this girl? Adam wondered to himself. Twenty? Nineteen?

'That's an awful nice umbrella you got there,' the stranger broke his train of thoughts when she spoke again. She eyed the umbrella enviously, and then smiled sheepishly. Adam' eyes widened in surprise then shifted their attention from the stranger to his umbrella.

His long, tan fingers ran along the edges of the umbrella's smooth, clear and transparent fabric, gently brushing away rain drops from its surface. Cleary women are a species of creatures that I simply cannot relate with. He eyed the umbrella, looking curiously at it, wondering which part of the object appealed so much to this stranger. Not being able to come up with a satisfactory conclusion, Adam gave up and took his eyes off the umbrella.

'Well, erm thanks for picking up my umbrella.' He cleared his throat before thanking her in a formal tone.

'Haha, yeah, you’re welcome. Bye bye.' The stranger smiled politely and bowed slightly and took one last look at the umbrella before she walked off.

Adam looked up at the sky. It was fine weather to walk a dog. He thought of Buddy, alone at home, with his head on the floor, on top of his furry paws, lying underneath the sofa. Truly man’s best friend, Adam smirked as he turned and walked back towards his apartment.

[to be continued...=D]

Chapter 2

She was

Maybe the rain will stop soon, Chris thought, gazing out of the glass panels in her living room. She smiled to herself and hugged the bolster even harder. Time to stop lazing around! She thought.

In an effort to get up from her slouching position, Chris tripped over a heap of books lying on the edge of the sofa and landed, butt first, on the carpeted floor.

‘Ouch!’ Chris rubbed her sore butt and got up from the floor. The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. Maybe its time to clean up the place, she thought to herself. Maybe later, she decided again.

Walking past the mirror in the bathroom, she did a double take. Two brown eyes smiled back at her. She raked a hand through her soft messy hair that fell like an uneven curtain around her face and neck. She tried to tie the hair up but the result was a rather good auntie look-a-like. Frmph, she thought to herself, as her fringe escaped from the grasp of the scrunchie. She pulled out the scrunchie and let her fringe hang free.

She slipped out off her FBT shorts and quickly changed into an army green skirt that was lying around the living room. She swept her wallet, lying on the desk, into her sling bag and in one quick swift motion, wore her sandals and closed the door.

The living room was messy, with clothes, magazines and books lying all over the floor. The TV sat alone in the middle of the living room, as if a lonesome figure longing for company. The balcony was empty, except for a few cacti and sunflowers.

As the rain loomed over the dark sky, even the plants seemed to look gloomy.

[to be continued...]

Players.

Chapter 1

He was

Adam lived alone in his bachelor pad. It was a nice apartment with clear glass panels in the living room and a nice carpeted floor. Sometimes Adam would spend lazy Sunday mornings sitting on the sofa, and gazing outside the glass panels, looking at people and vehicles passing by. The he would doze off as the melody of maroon5's 'Sunday morning' echoed through his apartment, then wake up at the sound of buddy, his mongrel, barking.

Sometimes he got bored and decided to go out. Going out had no meaning to him whatsoever. It was just a way to spent time out of home, and to give him something else to do, besides stone. Of course Buddy disliked it, but he disliked staying around at home as much as Adam did, so Adam supposed that Buddy could empathize with him, at least on a more primitive level.

He disliked clubbing. The smoke, the noise, the sweat, the dense atmosphere, the eyes of women waiting for him to approach them, he disliked it all. And yet, it seemed like clubs were the only place he frequented, besides his office and home.

Not that the women minded him much. Adam was an attractive man, tall, good looking, clever and rich to boot. They way his green eyes flashed as he scanned around the club only made him more appealing. I love your green eyes, they look like emeralds, a woman once said in an attempt to seduce him. A failed attempt, he smirked to himself. There was something about him, his arrogance, his proudness, his air of nonchalance that made women attracted to him. But that didn’t bother him much.

How many women have come and gone out off his apartment? Adam had already lost count. The moving in and out didn't bother him much; it was just the breaking up, the crying, the shouting, and the threats that really annoyed him. And Buddy hadn't met even one woman that he liked yet.

'Look, I really think I don't understand women, those weird things.' Adam said

'Oh come on. Remember what Shakespeare once said, women are meant to be loved, not understood. Cheer up old chum.' Zac snickered and gave Adam a brotherly pat on his back.

Adam knew that he was a commitment Hobe. From the very beginning, he always made a point to make it clear to the women that he could give no promises, no 'everafters'. And yet they foolishly believed that they could change him.
Zac was right. Some men are by nature, players. And Adam was one of them.

[to be continued...]