To call or not to call? That is the question.

I was reading about Lim Buey Tor's recent escapade followed by his reluctance to maintain contact the very next day, with amusement.

What do you do the day after you scored a home run? Would you call? And for what reasons would you call?

I see 3 basic scenarios:

1. If it was a one night stand that was a mistake, (doesn't matter if it was because he/she was too ugly;you were too drunk, or some other lame reasons. Bottomline is, it was a nightmare you want to forget.) chances are you would shut off your mobile and try to pretend the previous night's actions were a conspiracy by aliens to test human behaviour under stress.

2. What if you do feel remotely attracted to the other party and want more of what happened last night? At at the same time, you fear the other party woke up feeling as per above paragraph and you do not want to seem desperate to him/her. How will the scale be tipped for you to perform the act of dialing his/her number?

3. You have been going out together for awhile but there was no hanky panky even though you could sense mutual attraction(which could be wrong though). So what happened the previous night could be a breakthrough for you.


Personally, Situation 1 happened to me lots when I was younger. It probably contributed to the mountain of bad karma I am trying to reduce now. Situation 2 happened once in a while. The fun part of it is the waiting game, for the other party to contact you first, thus winning the ego game. (Note: in situation 2, there is some attraction but you don't see both of you going the 'couple way'. In plain layman's term, you want a fling.) If you are in situation 3, the actions the previous night will most likely seal your fate with this party as a couple. It will break the stalemate of long ass dates where both parties enjoy but seem to be getting nowhere.

Do be wary though. A situation 3 to you, might turn out to be a situation 2 or even a situation 1 for the other. In that case, your friends would have to prepare lotsa time and boxes of tissue to help you mend your broken heart and/or bruised ego.  ¶


16:20 by aberwyn 4 comments

Another one of those meaningless online tests that you do at work to make time fly

Got this off riceandsoup.
Man... only 58% at correct for the expect questions. I suck.

Advanced You scored 92% Beginner, 92% Intermediate, 93% Advanced, and 58% Expert!

You have an extremely good understanding of beginner, intermediate, and advanced level commonly confused English words, getting at least 75% of each of these three levels' questions correct. This is an exceptional score. Remember, these are commonly confused English words, which means most people don't use them properly. You got an extremely respectable score. Thank you so much for taking my test. I hope you enjoyed it! For the complete Answer Key, visit my blog: http://shortredhead78.blogspot.com/.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 30% on Beginner You scored higher than 28% on Intermediate You scored higher than 40% on Advanced You scored higher than 10% on Expert

Link: The Commonly Confused Words Test written by shortredhead78 on Ok Cupid

  ¶


15:12 by aberwyn 2 comments

Browned?

I seems to me that almost every local blogger is taking part in the Brown/Miyagi initiative:
"I'm too sexy for my blog" .
It is good when it is all done in the name of fun. However I have noticed a certain number of 'participants' seem to have jumped on the bandwagon purely for the 5 min worth of cyberfame of being 'browned'.

That, in my humblest point of view, is pathetic...  ¶


13:28 by aberwyn 0 comments

Futility

He opened his eyes to find himself lying next to a great oak. The fresh scent of soil assaulted his senses. He realised that he was clothed in soil, with nothing underneath.

It was twilight. The time when shadows were longest, and vague. He sat up and groped around for the familiarity of his Lute. It was nowhere to be found.

A soft glow coming from within the Oak's girth caught his attention. He attempted in vain to part the shadows with his mortal hands, and peered at that faint light emanating from the heart of the Oak.

It was Her. The familiar outline of her body, curled in a fetal position, was pulsating a green aura. Her eyes were closed and twitching. Her lips were drawn back in a silent scream.

He shouted her name and clawed frantically at the rough bark. Pieces of the bark fell to the ground, coated with his pale skin and fresh red blood. He fell on his knees and pounded his fists in effectually on the strong trunk.

He raised his head to the heavens and wailed in anger and forlorn...

He opened his eyes to find himself in total darkness. He curled up and buried his face in his knees. He wept....


The Next Generation Pt I
End
Death
Stealth
Bard - Homecoming  ¶


23:49 by aberwyn 0 comments

So they say

When I was shivering in the thunderstorm,
I was told,
the rain will stop soon,
the skies will clear one day.
So they say.

When I was cowering in the darkest night,
I was told,
the sun will rise again soon,
light will banish the wicked shadows away.
So they say.

When I was in doubt about your feelings for me,
I was told,
you love me much,
I just have to give you time.
So they say.

When you have doubts about me.
I will tell you,
I love you much,
I will sell my soul to give you the best I could.
SO I promise.

Does anybody know,
that a man need a little assurance too?  ¶


02:03 by aberwyn 1 comments

The Hermit of Punggol

A draining day at work. A stressful revelation in the evening.
Sitting on the sofa, staring at my half finished dinner.
Winston burning my lungs, Glenfiddich shrivelling my liver.
Cat sitting on my lap, Kevin Kern trying to soothe my soul.
I realised I failed to heed my own mantra.
To trust no one, Not even those closes to me.

It is time to withdraw back to my little shell.
The Hermit of Punggol.  ¶


22:26 by aberwyn 6 comments

Wanton Me

I am sitting at my workstation, craving for wanton mee again. Whenever I go for drinks at the regular joint, I get sudden cravings for wanton mee. Whenever I get hit by hunger pangs, I crave for wanton mee. Not just any wanton mee, it must be from the stall near my place. I don't care much about the 3-4 tiny wantons, I don't care much for the charsiew either. I just love the smooth texture of the noodles.

I remember someone i was dating some years back. She was of mixed parentage, half Malay/Chinese. There was this day when we were lying on the bed, smoking, discussing the differences in sentence structure between Melayu, Mandarin and English.

As she was explaining to me why the 'noodle' come before 'fried' in Melayu as in 'Mee Goreng', my stomach growled. I was hit by an urge to consume large quantities of wanton mee again.

"I need to go get my wanton mee fix." I announced as I got up to get dressed.

"Not MEE GORENG?" she teased.

"No, not MEE GORENG.. I WANT WANTON MEE!" I replied impatiently(A hungry man is an angry man).

"MEE WANTON?" she continued as she stretched like a cat.

I turned around and looked at her, lounging like a relaxed kitten on my bed.

"Yes you are." I grinned.

She blushed, and threw a pillow at me while burrowing under the quilt.  ¶


18:19 by aberwyn 3 comments

reflection

evening...setting sun.
satellite dishes in the foreground, glittering in the aftermath of the rain,
contrasting with the thick comforting nature in the background.
cool weather...birds chirping earnestly after the shower.
cleansed...peace...tinged with a dash of sadness...  ¶


19:03 by aberwyn 1 comments

You

When I see that vulnerable look in your eyes










  ¶


17:32 by aberwyn 0 comments

Never Let Me Down Again

"I'm taking a ride
With my best friend
I hope
(s)he never lets me down again

(S)He knows where (s)he's taking me
Taking me where I want to be
Im taking a ride
With my best friend

We're flying high
We're watching the world pass us by
Never want to come down
Never want to put my feet back down
On the ground"

~ excerpts of Never Let Me Down Again by Depeche Mode

Truth is, emotional roller coaster NEVER put you down on the ground. it SLAMS you down.  ¶


16:01 by aberwyn 1 comments

Things to do in the office that is not work related

Test your spelling here!


I got 18/23... -_-'
So much for dependency on spellchecks..  ¶


16:35 by aberwyn 3 comments

Solitude is....

an antibiotic I need to take constantly to make sure my facial muscles don't get deformed by all the constant public relations I have to perform at work.  ¶


14:36 by aberwyn 1 comments

"Sui Ko Be-an Kin!"

It was five plus in the evening. I was sitting at the bar at Balaclava, 3 hours early for my date. It was one of those rare moments when I could get a seat at that joint (ok, I was early, and drinking during official working hours, sue me). I was enjoying a quiet moment, reading an ebook on my pda, chilling out with a pint of Boddington's while my 50cents stick of Winston's lay smothering forgotten on the ashtray.

A lady in black waltzed in to occupied the barstool to my right. She ordered an Asahi and proceeded to light a Virginia Slim. I breathed a sigh of relief. I absolutely hate sitting next to a non-smoker at the bar, especially those who cringe their nose at cigarette smoke. Non-smokers(edit: who can't stand smoke, (had to add this in before I get flamed)) should be banished to the furthest forgotten corner of all pubs. I went back to my Celtic folklore on my iPaq after re-affirming that the newly arrived lady in black was a smoker.

30 min later:

I got this nagging feeling of somebody looking over my shoulder at the content on my pda that had my fullest attention. Yes, it was the mentioned plump-lady-in-black. I controlled my irritation as the fur on my hackles rose in response to the infringement of my personal space.

"Excuse me, can I borrow a light?" she started.

"Sure." I replied and proceeded to raise my lighter to the fag on her lips to light for her.

"Woah, don't do that!" she whined, leaning back from the incoming lighter, " I will do it myself."

I forced a smile and handed her my lighter, before returning to my book. After lighting her cigarette she left the lighter on the bar where the imaginary boundary is, without a word of thanks. I nearly failed to control my lips from barring my fangs. I reached over to retrieve my lighter and noticed her 50ct-lighter resting on her pack of slims was still about 80% full. Maybe the flint got worn out, I excused her.

5 minutes later:

I heard the familiar and noticed the abovementioned woman starting a new smoke with her own lighter. -_-'

15 min later:

"Excuse me, can you help me look after my drink? I am going to the ladies'." She asked.

"Sure." I replied chirpily with another forced smile.

"And the bag below the counter too." She commanded.

"Okay." I mumbled patiently.

I went back to my book again. When she came back, she strutted to her seat without a word of thanks again. I swallowed the growl that was climbing out of my throat as my claws sprung out. I had to focus on the beautiful image of my date(whom arrived about 15 min later) to exorcist that plump-irritating-woman-in-black out of my system.

10 min later:

Her friend arrived. She proceeded to lament her recently-ended relationship while he bragged about his sexual exploits for the whole bar to know. They shoulda just gone up the stage to tell the whole joint their life stories.

Well, at least I was off the hook.


Miss Plump-irritating-woman-in-black,

I can forgive you for your mass-in-excess, but I can't stand your lack of manners..

As what a close friend love to say: "Nabei! Sui Ko Be-an Kin!!"


PS: at the request of some friends who don't understand localised hokkien:
"Nabei" by itself don't mean anything. However it is the short form for a vulgarity that sends regards to one's mum.
"Sui Ko Be-an Kin" translate loosely to "You can pull all these stunts off if you were to be better looking; sad thing is, you aren't."  ¶


14:36 by aberwyn 7 comments