Speaketh the swinging single

Pot luck party last Saturday at Nura’s with my poly gin gang. Its dampening to know that my gang of friends seems to be dwindling down as we wrinkle with age. Numbers that just whittled to the keenly loyal few. I take comfort that quality precedes over quantity or maybe that’s just my subterfuge to mask my lack of social life, as I get sucked in to this wicked rat race.

I shall not talk about food. Coz Shawn had to up the ante by preparing a premium grade tuna fish when I made it all loud and clear that I am gonna be bringing fish! 3 damned cod fishes mind you! (So I lose)

My trivial rinky-dink petty issue aside, what I shall dwell upon is the fact that all of my friends are happily attached. Key word here is HAPPILY. (You sure as hell can guess that I’m left to resort to fuddy-duddy attributes that everyone who’s attached sure as hell won’t be happy). Now that Ron is in Australia, I’m the sole survivor of the Singles Club (YAY Me!!) And now I feel as lonely as Saddam Hussein when he was hiding in his hole. Woe is I.

I hold on to the premise of living in an unencumbered liberation. Where I’m totally devoid of going through the typical emotional baggage that’s unfortunately concomitantly exist in a relationship. But now, somehow, my premise, which hitherto was rock solid, is giving way to shaky grounds. But finding a girlfriend is just too troublesome. Especially when everytime I see a girl I fancy, the word “emotional roller-coaster” just rings to my ears.

Maybe I’m destined to die a bachelor. Die all alone and decompose till someone realizes that the filled-with-grouse-ah-pek died coz his house is filled with stench. It’s a waste not to propagate my premium seeds for the betterment of the world’s future (I’m sure its a better future when you see little Rahmans running around). And I better do so before I reach that state of erectile dysfunctional syndrome. And that I will, till eBay starts auctioning girls on line.

Note: to bra-burning feminist out there, I’m just joking. But if eBay does plot that stage, I can’t promise that I would not engage. =)

squiggling out of this pyre

And so I’m back. To revive and rouse this partial defunct blog of mine.

Restructuring, retrenchment, reshuffle…words that when uttered, would send employees into a mass frenzy. So today, word has it, 3-4 people from my branch might be relocated to Holland Village. That when uttered, gave me that sinking feeling to the pit of my stomach. That when uttered, to which once thought to be an inconceivable putative motive, is now validated by means of verbal affirmation. That when uttered, gave rise to speculation of the possible few that will go. And perhaps, when uttered, make me run back to the solace of my blog.

So now I’m in a juxtaposition of contrasting emotions. Yesterday we were all on the high, as we talked about love, lust, sex, infidelity, marriage & of course that hotly debated topic SG Girl. Yesterday I laughed till I was sent cramped and had to clench my funny bones. Today the taboo word was bespoken. Today the word spiraled me down to the abyss of this heart. Drama Drama Drama

I would give an arm not to get my ass to Holland Village and here’s why:
1) It is too far
2) Im cutting cost right now and paying additional taxi fare to Holland village defeats my objective.
3) If I do take a train, I have to stand for longer time.

Ok enough trifling reasons. Coz for now, I shall just wait with much palpitated breath, hoping that the storm will soon abate.

Ps: Jo, there u go, an update..