The clash of the titans

My party day was a success J

Firstly A came with GF, who turned out to be nothing to be envied of. She’s pretty but according to L (and I concur), she is also very stuffy. Didn’t speak a word to anyone and was so terribly clingy. She was practically throwing herself at her boyfriend throughout the evening. She makes me feel claustrophobic by looking at her. Meowww J

In fact Serena and I concluded that A’s bff doesn’t approve of the GF either, that’s why he has been asking me to join him, his Mrs, and A ; just the 4 of us – to London for their good friend’s wedding. Conveniently leaving or ignoring A’s gf in the equation. Lol.  A is a really eligible bachelor (if he is single that is) – he doesn’t smoke, is very nice, religious, smart, rich, a gentleman… and best of all we really click J perfect except that he’s taken.  Hmm….

Mr C didn’t come; he had to rain-check at the last minute because of a family commitment. I was a tad disappointed and a tad relieved at the same time. At least those 3 guys couldn’t gang up and goss about me J I am disappointed because I was really looking forward to meet him. Sigh… maybe he’s just not that into me huh? Poor me.

Mr B was here, looking every inch the rock star that he is in skinny black jeans – pulling it off pretty well too! Everyone can see he was doting over me, which is sweet. However it’s also possible that he was keeping close to me because I was the only one he knows at the party!

He was the last to leave and he called me when he reached home. Wanted to know how I got over my ex fiancée so soon – I guess it’s his subtle way to ask for tips on how to get over his ex gf (told u so the guy’s on a rebound! not that he mentioned it, but it is pretty obvious isn’t it?).

For the first time in a long time I recounted the traumatic chapter in my life. I surprised myself by choking up tears when I talked about it, especially when recounting some ugly incidents when he punched and bruised me. I guess some scars are taking longer to heal…. If ever.

One thing’s for sure, I know that I am over him. He was such a jerk and I know I deserve someone much better. It’s not that hard too to find someone better – as long as that person doesn’t hit me, he’s already someone way much better! J

I also discovered a few things that empowered me : that I have a very strong network of support system around me – my family, my bffs, and God.  They all helped me see the light and given me the courage to move on. I can even jog now at what used to be “our” path, because now I don’t care about him anymore. Whatever happens, I don’t give a damn about him, don’t care, and never will again. I can live without him and that realization is empowering J

Mr B said “I adore your patience and your strength in getting through it” Wow. Against my better instinct (hello, this guy is still in rebound phase!) I felt a tingle in my heart when he said that J

Confession: I must admit that I do miss my ex’s company though.  Especially when it comes to grocery shopping.

This morning when I went to do my grocery shopping for the Party, I loaded so many things in the shopping cart.

The store prohibits us from taking the cart to the parking lot, so normally, in my past life what I did was guard the cart in front of the store while my (ex) fiancée would take the car and drove it up to the store front where I would be waiting. Then we would load the bags into the trunk together.

This morning I totally forgot about not having a fiancée until I stepped out of the store with my loaded to the brink cart. That’s when I realised “Shit, I can’t take this back to the car and I can’t leave it here either. So much for independence!”

I had to double back to the store, look for a security guard and pleaded for him to help guard the cart while I go and fetch my car. That was embarrassing. Felt like a real loser. Especially when there were other women (and men) beside their carts, no doubt waiting for their partners to fetch them in some fancy car. And here I am, struggling on my own with a guard to keep my poor lonely cart company! And did I mention it was raining heavily too? Yuks.

 I so need a bf! Good Lord, please give me one now… I really need him especially when I grocery shop! Amen.

Despite that minor hiccup, I am happy to report that the party was fantastic, everyone (except the GF) got along well with each other, mr A and Mr B did not become bffs or swap goss abt me (phew), and everyone left with a full tummy and a happy heart J

Next up – I need to start planning a way to go out with Mr C without asking him out. Makes sense?

Ps: my bff L is super scared right now that she may be preggie! Oh noes. She so can’t get pregs yet bec we have a girlie trip planned for next June. Whatever happens she must plan around that plan. After a few SOS session in the kitchen at the Party, we finally found a cure – L recommended a pill that will help ensure she is clean (don’t ask me what it is or even if it is morally acceptable. It sounds a good plan at the time J) We’ll keep you updated!

Xoxo

B

Another collision course is about to happen!

When will I ever learn my lesson?  

Fresh from that Reunion Fiasco, I decided that I have been bitten by  the “Party Organiser Bug”. I am itching for another party. So I organised a Dinner Party at my place – this Tuesday. 

Everything was going smoothly until yesterday when some clouds started forming in an otherwise sunny plan:

You see I have a crush on 3 guys right now. 

Hmmm… ookay, maybe I am a player. Heck, im OLD (though I don’t look it hehe). Im not gonna place all my eggs in one basket. I need to date at least 3 guys at once J Let’s call them Mr A, Mr B and Mr C.

I initially invited my bffs + partners and Mr A to the party. Mr A has a girlfriend but I am pretending oblivion to that fact. He never mentioned it either (isn’t it interesting?!). Anyways in a twist of events that I should have known, the gf has self-invited herself to the party. Iyeww.  Trespasser alert!

Short of calling the police and causing a commotion, I decided that’s out of my control. I can’t suddenly say to Mr A “please don’t bring your gf bec she is unwanted. I only want you.”  That’s so … not the Rules Girl that I am. Still, just an interesting fact – he still hasn’t breathed a word abt her to me, or the fact that she is coming. (I found out through my spy that she is coming).

So because of that, I decided to come up with plan B. To distract myself from feeling envious and bitchy towards the GF, I will have another hot guy at the Party. So i invited Mr B. Mr B said yes. Hooray! J Mr B is a rock star (yes, really), he is cute and we click really well. However he is on a rebound (he just broke up less than a month ago!) so I am treading cautiously.

Ok … sounds good… until I had too much ice cream this morning and in a fit of sugar rush, contacted Mr C (whom I fancy the MOST right now) and asked him to my party. I didn’t expect him to say YES because he is so busy finishing his movie (he is a movie producer), but that’s what he said : YES!

In other circumstances I would’ve been ecstatic, jumped up and down screaming Yeayyy at the top of my lungs. Not this time, however. This time my reaction was “Oh noes! I did it again!! Doink!” I am so NOT gonna have all 3 guys I am flirting with to be in the same room at the same time!

V asked me “what’s wrong with that?”

These are how it can go wrong:

1.       They clicked so well and turned into besties and started swapping stories abt me; after which they decide that I am a female Casanova and they run away and never look back. And there ends my love life.

2.       They started flirting with me and I ignored all of them OR I flirted with all. Both not good option

3.       They fought with each other for my attention – very flattering. Maybe I can pretend that they’re all normal friends and that I don’t have feelings for anyone and let them outdo each other to court me.  Maybe this is the way to quicken the pace for Mr C to finally propose!

Of course in the ideal world no.3 would happen. My world is anything BUT ideal. 

Oh shoot. What am I supposed to do? What a dilemma. What was I thinking of, flirting with all 3, and inviting all of them to be in the same room.

Right now all I can do is pray that

1.       A’s gf will not turn up (that would be one less headache)

2.       Both A and gf won’t turn up (that saves me from the sin of coveting someone else’s bf. hehe)

3.       B will turn up

4.       C only turns up for 30min and quickly go back to work on his movie.

If only I can control circumstances then that’s what I’d do. For now all I can do is pray for the best.

The story of my life huh….

Ps: Mr C is the one whom I want to marry right now. I don’t love him. I fancy him as my husband though because he is a millionaire (after his dad passed away), extremely good looking with a body to die for, smart and pretty spiritual too. The best package.  But (there’s always a but isn’t it?!) he is also still holding a grudge at me for choosing a jerk over him (whom he hates).He also always got on my nerve. Every time we go out we would end up fighting or having one of those “agree to disagree” moments.

Without these two stumbling blocks I am sure we would have been happily married with a dozen kids by now. Sigh.

Have I told u, this is the story of my life? Oh I did up there. Nevertheless I hope good things will happen soon. Wish me luck for Tuesday. (OMG that’s tomorrow already! V. Gulp).

Adieu.

xoxo

I think I am innocent and sweet. They think I’m a Player. Dammit.

I went to my school reunion the other day.
Someone entrusted me with the responsibility and burden of organising it since he wants to leverage on my power of popularity and influence.

Urm popular? Really?

Anyways I got sucked into it. I guess its kinda hard to resist the flattery of being called “popular and influential”…  to refuse means admitting that I wasn’t popular or influential. That I was a nobody. Now,  as humble as I am, I wouldn’t stoop that low! :P

I report with pleasure that I was able to pull in some more popular girls from by batch.
Maybe I was popular after all.... I dunno.  What I do know is that I suddenly had some issues when I started on my list of guys to invite to the reunion! Shite.

I dated at least 4 of the guys in my batch. They were all popular guys with their own “posse”.

Not inviting them would mean not inviting their posse as well… and that’s like a quarter of the school’s guys population! Sigh.

The first guy on my “primary school black book” was Mr R. Our relationship was quite serious (we have both met each other’s parents) until I dumped him.

The second guy, Mr K, proposed to me 3 times (including once in public at a dinner party in front of all our mutual friends) and I rejected each and every one. Now he wouldn’t talk to me.  Not even FB chat! Geez. What did I do? Seriously… it’s not like I married and divorced him 3x right? Meow…!

Third guy is a guy I was crazily infatuated with – I was practically stalking him every day. It ended when he announced he was engaged and I called him at 5am just to shout at him for being engaged. Err…  I did say CRAZILY infatuated right? Yeah.. he was one of those guys who can do that to women….. and yep, that phone call definitely goes into my Hall of Shame. Boo-hoo L

My final ‘scandal’ is with a guy whom I totally ignored when he was courting me. I was just into him for a week (when I even drove 4 hours to his work place outstation just to send him Lunch!) and quickly lost interest afterwards. He was smitten after the lunch trip while I realised right then that I wasn’t that into him. I’m easily bored that way.

I bet they hate me…

Damn it, what will happen if they’re all in the same room or place at the same time?! I bet they’re gonna have a nice goss session about me, swapping stories.

Oh noes, how can I let that happen? I shall not let that happen. I will not invite them to the Reunion. And who cares about their posse either. It’s my party, my rules !

Ok, that’s not nice. What I mean is, since I’m the organizer, I have the veto power to decide who I want to be invited. If anyone has a problem with that, then by all means please take this job over from me.  By all means….  (blablabla)

Alas. Easier said than done. With Facebook, everyone can just invite whomever they want. I can’t just simply announce “please don’t invite mr 1, mr 2, mr 3 and mr 4 because we had scandalous past… and they hate me”.  Tongues will wag! I do have a reputation (the most popular girl… ahem) to uphold here.

And thus that was exactly what happened – some people invited these guys! 

The thing is as the Host and Organiser I have to meet and greet everyone at the Reunion. i.e I need to be there and visible. I couldn’t just go MIA or hide behind a masquerade mask when these guys turn up!

Lol. What a crazy predicament.  Emergency mode ON.

Luckily for me, as I found out later on the FB Event’s Page, the guys have a bigger ego than me (thank God for that!). They refused to turn up at an event organised by moi, yours truly, that person they wanna avoid. They all clicked NO, I am Not Attending. Thank God!! The feeling’s mutual hun!

However there was one guy with lesser ego than the rest. He actually clicked “yes”. It’s Guy no.1 Mr R, whom I dumped. Yuks.

Urm. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a really nice guy for someone out there. Just not for me. The reason I dumped him was … well, isn’t it ironic: it was because he wasn’t man enough. He’s got no pride or ego. He’s a pushover. Big surprise that he’s turning up despite it being hosted by the one who broke his heart and jumped all over it. I’m not normally that bad, just that he asked for it. Really. If he stood up for himself, then I wouldn’t have been able to do that!

Let me tell u what happened to that poor guy on Reunion Day.
You see I banned him from my FB so he couldn’t see any private messages that I sent out to the Group. He can only see whatever public postings on the Group Event’s page. So when I sent out a private message to the group about the change of venue, he didn’t get it. (It was intentional on my part, like Duh). 

So there I was happily hosting the Reunion when suddenly just as everyone was about to start on dessert, he stood in front of me with the guy who originally pushed me to plan this reunion. That guy, Mr A said “hey B! U didn’t tell Mr R that we changed the venue? Poor Mr R was waiting for us at –the original venue- for over an hour. Luckily he had my number and called.”

Ooops sorry.....
Sorry that he found out the real venue that is.
Ugh… he couldn’t even confront me himself. What a Loser. (make L sign on my forehead).

(Disclaimer: What was I doing dating a loser in the first place? I went out with him because he didn’t seem like one then : he is extremely good looking – he looks like Christiano Ronaldo, a millionaire’s son,  drove a pretty decent car and I had a big crush on him when in school. After 6 months with him I realised that he’s actually just a pretty face with no substance, hence I dumped him. Anyone could have made that mistake right?)

The whole room fell silent as everyone paused to hear my explanation. I guess by then some words must have leaked out that we were dating.
I just said “owh, I guess it’s a technical error, you know how unreliable FB can be”.

Everyone smiled and nodded. Phew. That was a quick fix. It’s time to make my exit before things get worse.

The next day I received a msg from one of the boys. Apparently word had gotten around about Guy No.1 – Guy No.4. Yikes!

And apparently they think I’m some sort of hot stuff because of that.
I’m the legendary … err… female Casanova (or is it Matahari? Or Cleopatra? Or maybe Helen of Troy?! Lol. I wish). But really…………. I didn’t realise I was building a notorious reputation. Sigh.

Granted, I shoulda known that people would be talking about it because they were all popular boys in school… and when they didn’t turn up (and one turned up v v late), naturally people started to question. And the stories flowed.

Am I really a player?

I only dated 4 hottest guys of my batch… and dumped all except one.  So what?
They just didn’t happen to be the Right One. It’s not like I went out with them with the intention “to have fun” and use them for pleasure/played with their heart. Sometimes you gotta be cruel to be kind. They deserve someone else, who obviously isn’t me. They really should thank me, right? J

Truthfully this whole thing disturbed me in a way because I’ve always seen myself as a nice, innocent, gentle and sensitive soul. Hmm… maybe it’s not so true after all…(uh-oh)

On the other hand I also feel flattered. I must be hotter than I thought! haha. My confidence is at an all time high J


xoxo

Flashbak to VDay 10: Engaged and Single Again

Valentines Day 2010 : At this point V, L and I were engaged. 

We were happily planning our wedding rings, wedding dresses, hair, shoes, cards, guest lists, honeymoon etc. Serena was the only one fiancée-less. If she felt left out about it, it didn’t show. She’s a great sport like that.

Anyways somehow the path to the aisle started to be filled with thorns for V and I.

V found out that her Prince Charming who claimed to be a divorcee is actually still married with 5 kids! When he went for a business trip abroad, it was actually for his 3^rd or 4^th honeymoon with a very happy Mrs! Wtf. V broke it up immediately …. That was in April. Smart move V. Score:  V  1, Loser ExFiancee -100.

As for me, I realised that in my glee to be happily married forever after, I was closing my eyes on my fiancee’s big fault – a deal-breaker actually – his physical violence. After he left me with bruises and a swollen arm, I finally gave up on my stupid foolish dreams and declared to the world that I would rather be single for life than marry a monster. Yeay! (cue Rihanna's song “how ‘bout a round of applause….standing ovation”). I pulled the plug off our relationship in May.

As mentioned, L was the only one whose fiancée turned out to be the Real Deal. They went down the aisle in July.

And voila here we are…. 4 months after my break-up. Time to start keeping a record of our journey to find Mr Darcy (our all time fave Mr Right character).

Drumroll please, it’s time to rock and roll!

xoxo

Drumroll please , the Gossip Girl is back….

Hi there.

I don’t know whether anyone will ever read this blog but I feel like this is a v impt part of my life and I want to chronicle it. I wish I can tell y’all my real name but alas I can’t in the best interest of some characters who may not appreciate it ! J

So I will just adopt the names of the characters in one of my fave tv show :GG and use them for my bffs and  I (i.e the main cast in this Blog):

Blair : That’s me. Lol. She’s not exactly the nicest character in GG but she is so gorgeous! Anyways I’d like to think I’m gorgeous with a slightly bitchy side. Meow.

Serena :  My bff no.1 . She is a hot & petite gal but somehow plagued by Buddy’s Syndrome and extreme Gay-dar or PLU!! Go figure. We are still trying to understand this phenomenon. Maybe you can give us some ideas why as we go along.

Vanessa: My bff no.2. She’s the one who makes heads turn. Tall and voluptuous – but somehow painfully shy and thinks she’s overweight. Slightly better luck than Serena and I because she found her Mr Right a couple of years ago…  but they have been divorced since she caught him cheating on her. Oookay.. maybe she doesn’t have better luck ..I take that back. I guess we are are in the same boat ;)

Louise(Ok I know this is not a name from GG but she loves this name so I’ll grant her wish lol): Bff no 3. By far she is the luckiest of us all. She had a horrid start too, being in an abusive relationship for close to 6 years! After she finally mustered guts to ditch the Bastard, lo & behold immediately God gave her a gift for her courageous act: Mr Right. She is now happily married to him (got hitched about 2 months back) and we can’t be happier for her. U deserve all the happiness L!

All of us celebrated our 30^th last year and on our way to our 1^st yr in the 30s. Looking at the numbers I feel old but then looking at the love dramas in my life, it still reads like a teenage novel. Yikes! Is it time to grow up?
Or have I been dating boys instead of men? :P

xoxo