Yawnz. Boring. I belong to the crowd who doesn’t gives a damn about elections. I’m just thankful for the progress package. I seem to be suffering from Writer’s Blogger’s block. Cant seem to blog. Oh well…
I am considering a job switch. Am sick of sales. Time to look at the classifieds…
I sat infront of the television munching a packet of chips.
It is seriously sad. I have become a loser. Nothing to do but watch the teebee and surf the net. No wonder my ass is getting bigger and bigger and all my skirts and pants cant fit no more.
Mr ONS actually asked me out for dinner but i said no. I decided that I needed more time to rethink it all over.
I am not gonna let my heart get broken no more by my own stupidity. And right now, the only men in my life is called Ben and he has a dear friend called Jerry. Yum. Ben & Jerry’s.
Leave me to my own devices and my icecream. I am such a loser sometimes.
Basically Mr ONS apologised. He didnt expect things to happen so fast and i guess the liquor had lots to do with it. Apparently, he had sincerely wanted to get to know me better but was afraid after the whole ONS thing, things will be weird.
As we sat chatting at the Mcdonalds cafe located below Lido, i was basically looking at him. Thank god, he didnt look bad. You know what they say about clubs… everyone looks good. He isnt someone extremely good looking but he has the charisma and the sweet smile. He knew how to dressed well and apparently he is a Manager.
He asked if we could meet up for coffee or he could bring me out for dinner sometime. Which i agreed. I wouldnt mind making a new friend or a little bit of dating. I told him if he was looking for a fuck buddy, he was looking at the wrong direction. He assured me that he wasnt.
He sent me home that night and left with a gentle peck on my forehead…
Before I divulge any information about Mr ONS. I decided to talk more about Smiley cause i see Kookabaru confused. LOL. I met Smiley on my first date. Which was when I was 18. That was a good number of years ago. We tried dating for a while but decided to remain just as friends…
Till now we still do keep contact. Not superbly close but always there.
OMG! Remember my confession?
Something dramatic happened!
Apparently Mr ONS has my number. He called and asked if we could meet for dinner to chat tonight. OMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am ashamed of myself. I did something that i thought i will never do.
I hate myself now.

I never thought i would ever have a one night stand. I had too much alcohol on friday and i was dancing with a guy rather intimately. Next thing i knew, we were kissing madly. He offered to continue the drinking at his place when the club ended. I really did not expect things to turn out that way.
Headed to his place, a condominium and he opened a bottle of wine and put on a vcd. We sat chatting slowly sipping our wine. I guess all the alcohol and wine kicked in and i start to feel drowsy, high and woozy. He started to kiss me and i kissed back.
One thing lead to another and we ended in his bed. I cant even remember if we even used protection.
In the morning, when i woke up, i felt very very very very guilty and dirty. I just put on my clothes and rushed out. He was still sleeping when I left.
I should not have succumbed to my desires. I went to the doctors and got the morning after pill. Am scheduling a checkup for any diseases soon. I always believed that sex should be with someone you love or at least fancy. Not with a total stranger.
tummy burned.
I know I know. That is not the correct saying. But what the heck! I seem to suffer from stomach upsets often and today is not an exception.
ARGH! It seems like I cant take too rich or spicy food. It really sucks cause I am a big fan of chilli.
On MC today….
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I have a confession to make.
I have an addiction. Come to think of it, I have many addictions. But the latest one and most severe one has to be Online Shopping.
It is like a thirst that is never satisfied, an unsatiable appetite [can be for food or men ;)]
Everyday i would log in thru this online shopping sites and purchase lotsa of items. I haggle, some I reject and mostly I purchase. Some i would not even bother checking the sizes!
I can’t seem to stop myself. Thankfully the damage is less than 300 a month. I guess, with my meagre pay, I am still able to support my addiction.
Sigh. I need something (or someone ;)) to engross me so much that I wont have time to surf the net.
Am I the only one to suffer from this madness?
blogstalk?
I have been reading a few blogs for about a year. Sometimes I feel a bit like a dirty old man trying to peek under girls’ skirts. Its weird somehow. After I have read a few blogs, some touch me so deeply that I keep going back to read on updates on their lives.
Its like a television show that I have been sucked in too deeply. Hmmm. I wonder what would they say if I told them I have been reading them for ages.