Fetishes

It was an adventurous 2 days.

I didn't blog yesterday because I was at a chalet with my course friends. We bbq'ed, we bowled, we played mahjong, we eat, we didn't sleep and we made a whole ruckus of noise as though we owned Arnanda Resorts.

Some of the fun things worth mentioning. The barbeque on Tuesday night was boring from the start. The gals were playing mahjong like tai-tais and the guys were blackening out over the charcoal pit. All and all, we had a fun time eating half-cooked grilled chicken wings, honeyed sticks (the honey seeped into the original crab sticks until it has no flavour except sweet honey), honeyed balls on a stick (same as the crabsticks seasoning theory above). Point to note: Clara is blonde because of the honey-flavoured stuff that she eats. Her diabetes is affecting her brain only though.

Besides the ill-flavoured food that i stomached, there was another suprise installed. The guys (me, Ivan and Eric) bought water guns that looked like Super Soaker 375 and while the gals (Joe, Yan Wen, Mei Fen, Xue Fang, Jia Hui, Clara, Yi Ling ...), all got wet under the rain we showered upon them on the ambush. Common target was Joe though as she was soaked thoroughly and she had to escaped like Osama during 911. We went on a chase but as it seems, she went missing into the caves. My prediction was accurate as her headquarters was the chalet itself. Grrr.... 3 of us deployed dirty tricks to lure Joe the Vegan out from her lair but to no avail.

The encounter with a closed oak door for 25 minutes was thrilling yet dumb. I felt like a primary school kid doing childish things again not because we have water guns that make people squirm with wetness but the fact that I looked ridiculous screaming and making a din. Our confrontation through the entry was more than a climax.

Joe and her posse inside (Yan Wen, Jia Hui & Pujan) were guarding the fort. They let open the door for our so-called-truce that we used by dropping our water guns. All hell broke loose as we infiltrated the camp. Saddam and her minions were not so dumb after all. They used our precious bags. (Joe took Ivan's Wolfstain backpack & Yan Wen took my Quicksilver pack) as shields. We slapped, we slipped and we slogged it out in a very wet kitchen. We squirted tap water all over them. They used our bags as mops. Those slimebags !!!!

On the second day of the chalet, the horde of us went to karaoke. I opted out though becaue I wanted to see my aunt and two very close cousins of mine that lived nearby which I have never seen for like 8 months. One of the things that I caught up on was that my cousin, Daphne, was working at a facial salon. When i first laid my eyes on her that night, she was dressed so purely in a white's nurse uniform with her black purse. If she wore that hat-thingy on her head, she would be every Japanese-soft-porn director's first pick. You see, Daphne is obsessed with skin. Yup, her skin is flawless. Any speck of dirt will never avoid the twinkle of her eye. She is so white that I can use my DV cam to do "White balance" on her skin. Daphne is very particular you see, like everyone of us have a secret fetish somehow. She protects her skin so much so that she spent 10 years of her life indoor to avoid the gaze of the sun. She was a night owl that roamed the chatrooms for socialization. Now now, she isn't ugly or that she has a lousy personality, she is just a quirky individual.
To quote what i said to her yesterday: "Only me and faith (her sister) could fully understand her obsession and strike a proper conversation with her without her feeling awkward." Daphne is the cousin who gives me beauty advice. Not that i need it anyway since i don't bother with it. I was interested for a period of time but now, i can't really give a damn whether it was a zit, pimple or mole on my nose (like Ivan). Daphne wants me to buy Nightingale's shit when i went to Japan, Baby's placenta when I was in the United States and Playtpus's pus went I visited Australia. All of the 3 items mentioned above helped improve and conditions your skin to look like your dove white silky satin bedsheet. All of which is banned in Singapore of course.

Well, today was the end of the chalet. I received a very piece of good news though. The news was that i got into the top 3 teams of my 3rd year project. Now, it might be a boring piece of arrogant shit that i might be throwing at your face but the fact that it is worth mentioning is the because of this reason I list below.

The team compose of a 3 man team. Me, Aaron and Felicia. As compared to other 5 or 6 man teams in our course, we had to slog it out to put in the same amount of effort to compile our report. We were the underdogs and we knew it but we were determined and set our visions high. We were elated when we scored highest for our first CA, that was a SWOT report of our company. However, we came into an anti-climax when we heard other teams scored better than us. We knew then and there our chances were slim but we pushed on and even though we anyhow ping plang plonk we came out with a final report and submitted, with barely seconds to spare. Frankly, I didn't have any high hopes at all due to the intense competition that i expected. I was shocked that I got in, the moment I heard the news. Well, I had some anticipation though and the far-sighted part of me had thought that if we went to finals, I would be a one-man show doing presentation because my other 2 partners are flying of to Japan for a fortnight. 3 of us will reset our priorities because the presentation is in 3 weeks and to quote from the man himself : "It will be a stressful 3 weeks and you will be very busy". Well, i'll update you on the boring details when we meet up two days later.

The Moral of the day : Fetishes

Everyone has a Fetish. Yup, the inkling for something peculiar or an interest that labels you as a Woodbridge inmate. If you read above, my cousin has a fetish for clear skin. Her obsession has lasted her for a lifetime and she says she will be suicidal by 40 because of the wrinkles that cannot be cured by botox or nightingale poop. So the question is, do you have a fetish ? Something that will attract you that no matter what will get you going out to go get it. Perverts have a fetish for panties, Banglhas have a fetish for making themselves as smelly as possible and some people have a fetish for letting people get irritated just by being obscenely late (Aaron). For me, I can't decide which of the below 3 is my main fetish. Play-acting (lying) , Reality Shows or being an irritant. All of which I always never fail to perform to the best of my abilities. Come to think of it, a combination of all 3 is my fetish. In reality, you lie, cheat, backstab, irritate the hell out of any one you come across. (this statement only applies to me). So, my fetish is not reality shows, lying or being irritating but my fetish is for people to show their true colours.

In my own opinion, everyone puts on a mask to look and behave positively to the people that they stand in front of. Example, laughing at a lame joke wish you would rather bang that person's head into the wall. Not to digress, my fetish is something worth promoting, that is being R-E-A-L. Like brutally honest, I have a friend who blogs and she is like that and she enjoys her freedom. Technically on the other hand, we put on masks so that we have say nice things and behave nicely. It makes a world a better place but don't you prefer people telling you what they feel instead of people talking behind your back. Maybe it is your fetish. Your fetish for being delusional.

- Benjamin