gimme more

Last Saturday, I was feeling abit under the weather, had a blocked nose. And we all know what a blocked nose can do to a person who is flying. Your eardrums will feel like they're gonna explode once the aircraft starts to descend. It's very bad on ur ears. To ease this pain, my doctor prescribed Menthol Crystals. Which are this little strips of crystal-like things that you dilute in boiling water and then breathe in the vapors. It's melts aways all the blockage and clears the nasal paths. it's very good. And I'm amazed by it's effectiveness. You can get it at any pharmacy.

So anyway, my supply had finished. Off I went to the nearest pharmacy to top it up. I got to the counter and the place was unusually crowded. The pharmacist was a nice ole lady whose son is a friend of mine. Anyway, for some reason unknown to me until today instead of asking for Menthol Crystals, I asked for Crystal Meth!!

She looked at me with her eyebrows arched in a surprise, "What?" I'm like "Crystal Meth, you know the one you take through the nose"

At this point, a two guys who were standing at my left had stopped what they were doing and had started whispering and then another girl to my right was giggling. And I'm thinking to myself, what is wrong? Did I pronounce it wrong?

The pharmacist looked me straight in my eyes and with a wink she said, "I think you mean Menthol Crystals."

And I instantly wished the cement beneath me would crack and swallow me whole! I was so embarassed!! It was Menthol Crystals not CRYSTAL METH!!!! Oh God.. now i realized why the guys were whispering, they were probably going "that airhead".

And to make matters worst, I had said "the one you take thru the nose" which is exactly how one would inhale Crystal Meth.

I looked at her and smiled my best grin and managed to laugh at myself then said sorry like ten times before paying which by this time she was also laughing and I'm pretty sure so were the guys and the otehr girl. Silly me.

F.Y.I: For those not in the know, Crystal Meth is also known as Ice and produces a feeling of euphoria when taken. Popular among clubbers. Btw, I know all this thru research not personal experience ;)

sorry seems to be the hardest word

This is for you..

I'm sorry
I'm sorry you're sad
I'm sorry that you're hurting
I'm sorry that you think I hurt you
I'm sorry you couldn't find love
I'm sorry you were taken for a ride
I'm sorry that you're alone now
But most of all I'm sorry that you're a fool

A fool for believing in fairy tales
A fool for believing in prince charming
A fool for not looking in the enchanted mirror

I'm sorry
I'm sorry you think your world has fallen apart
I'm sorry your dreams have been crushed
I'm sorry you think I'm not your friend
But most of all I'm sorry that you couldn't see the truth

The truth that you fell in love with toxic
The truth that everyone saw it
And you didn't
The truth that all the time was wasted

I'm sorry
I'm sorry I wasn't there for you
I'm sorry for calling you pathetic
I'm sorry for giving you a hard time
I'm sorry for being part of your grief
But most of all I'm sorry that I have no regrets

cover girl

I recently received this email in response to my profile on Fridae.

Hi Terry,
I must say I like ur profile. I like especially love your looks. And your attitude is jumping out from my computer. I'm gonna be in Kuala Lumpur next week from the 4th to the 9th and would very much like to meet you. I'll be staying in a 5 star hotel. With a chaffeured car picking me up from the airport and who will be at my disposal whenever I need him to be. We can do whatever you want. I just want to be near you. Please let me know as soon as you can.

xxxxx

Now.. this fella is almost 55!! He looks 54. And this email is filled with so much sterotypical innuendoes it makes me sick!! For one, why on earth is he telling me that he's gonna be staying in a 5star hotel and that he'll have a chaffeured car whenver he needs it? And two, what the crap does he mean by we can do anything you want?

I let him have it.

Dear xxxxx,

Thank you for your compliments and for responsing to my profile. I'm gonna go straight to the point and be honest with you. I am not your typical young guy. I am also not the kind of guy, you westeners seem to think thrive in Asian cities who are waiting for their knights in shining armor to come and take them away from their life of dullness and to a supposedly better life over there. I don't need anyone to buy me things. I don't need to stay in 5star hotels. I have my own car and my own money. And I buy what I need.

I'm sorry if I sound rude but I believe I am not the kind of guy you are looking for. I can't be with someone just because they fulfill my material needs. And i am definitely not gonna be with you just to fill that loneliness void.

til then..


And this is the reply i received today.

Dear Terry,

Thank you for being honest.

xxxxx

lil l o v e

I turned 25 about a week ago and it was an exhausting 3night nonstop excuse to party!! Had way too much fun with alot of my favourite people. There were a few people who I wished could have joined me too but being so far away in the Land Down Under, I guess it was impossible but I still feel the love.

This year's bday celebration was abit more lowkey than last year. I don't know why.. I think I'm abit fed up with all the expectations people have about turning a year older and everyone wishes everyone would remember their bday. I don't. Never did. As long as I acknowledge my bday and am happy with what I did, I'm glad. Guess what? For the first time, in eons, I did not blow candles on any cakes this year. A break in tradition? Perhaps.. Am I glad? Maybe..

So anyway, a week before my bday, my mum suggests that instead of going all out and spending many and being indulgent on my bday, why don't I do something nice for a change? And I'm like "But spending money and partying is something nice!!" What she meant was giving back to society. Do a little charity work. I was appalled by the very thought but the more I thought about it, the more I liked it. So we hired a caterer to provide a nice scrumptious luncheon for the residents of The Little Sister Of Hope, an old folk's home.

Then on my bday, we drove over with the caterers just in time for lunch. We liad out the food, prepared the tables, laid out the plates and positioned ourselves as waiters. Then the clock struck noon and out they came. All wrinkled and bending over. Some surprising still in good health. Despite the age factor, they were all very pleasant and sweet. The head Nun called me out to the center of the dining hall, and everyone sang Happy Birthday then they took turns shaking my hand and giving me well wishes. I was moved to tears. It was like accepting an award.

Lunch was served and despite the nun's encouragement to go and make small talk, I refrained. One small step at a time please. Besides, I'm never one for small talk with strangers. Once everyone had their fill, we helped clean up. I must say the Elderly here are very efficient and not depended on people. I was very impressed.

I came home that day knowing I had done something good. Made me glow. It was my gift to myself. Maybe I should make it a tradition :) Besides, if Paris Hilton can change her outlook on life and become a cause for charity. So can I. But that doesn't mean, the wild partying has to stop. I can have my cake and eat it too!!

So yea.. that was the Angelina Jolie in me doing my bit for the world. The papparazzi didn't manage to get a pic of me doing my charity bit but they did crash our party at Loft. Here we are..



Til my next adventure..