Live for the moment, every moment.
By a certain adjacent request, I am now to blog some scandalous gossip. Of me.
Hey, I can't very well openly display gossip of other people on my blog right? If I do, I have to be subtle about it. Defamation laws.
I shall now tell all of you the story of the bear that a guy attempted, and failed, to get for me. And for the sake of those who have already heard the story, I shall add a few details that, though minor, I believe will spice up the tale a wee bit...
Let's see now... all of you remember the mention of my match, no? Right then. I have a confession. We haven't just been playing the 'flirt' game for show. We have been flirting, with and without an audience. And I admit, I'm rather taken in.
On the day of Convocation, our orientation group met up early for breakfast together. My match and I were the earliest there, as it happens. But sorry, no hanky panky here. Extra information for those interested: I was wearing contacts, a normal black skirt, court shoes, a v-cut plain white blouse and I had my hair up in a bun with a bit of fringe framing the right side of my face. Somehow the bun made me look very nice... not quite sure why, but it works...
Anyway, he had some letters he needed to post, but he (nor I, nor my other victim, who arrived third) didn't know where one could find a postbox. So he decided to line up at the control station at the gates to get information. While he was doing that, I stood on the spot and looked around to get any visual clues to the direction of the postbox. Of course, me being me, I did so in my usual 'sweet' style, with one fingernail suggestively in between my teeth, reason being that I figured my dear match was watching me (and I was right. He wasn't being too shy about it either, though it did not amount to staring... he seemed to be rather enjoying himself...).
At the mrt station, there were some girls collecting donations for charity, and people who donated three dollars could get a little bear (by this time, quite a lot of the group had arrived). My match, sweet dah-ling, tried to get me a bear, but he only had ten dollar notes, and the poor girls couldn't exactly rip open the donation cans to get him a change. While they were hesitating, I took out four bucks and took the bear. I think my match was quite disappointed... hee... so adorable.
Later, as we entered the hall, we saw our buddy group's facilitator, who blinked at me for a few seconds before going, "Ei, hi~ listen, I gotta go, I'll catch up with you guys later..." (I know I'm making random guesses at certain things I've been hinting... but do you want a good story or not?) I think that bun really worked for me...
During the second half of convocation (the let's-party-now-the-parents-are-outside bit), there was a little in-house disco going on, but in our area, the only ones really dancing were my match and I, so we got pushed out to do disco on the red carpet. So we just disco-ed together in the middle of nowhere and got a few whoops on the way...
After convocation, he tried to share tea with me too... hahaha... and we were exchanging looks throughout, when we weren't trying to catch each other's eye (yes, yes, I know you know I'm exaggerating... but don't pretend you're not enjoying this).
My match left earlier than me. When I was going out later on, I... er... stopped by my buddy group's facilitator just to say hi and leave (half expecting him to try striking a conversation), but instead of letting me leave so fast, he asked for my name again, promised to remember it this time, and then said his goodbye. And of course I did my thing while that short exchange was going on.
I'm so evil... Muhahahahahahhaa...
So that's the extended bear story... and as promised, I will update any scandals (only of me, mind) up here for all of you admire or defame... or more importantly, to give you a topic to gossip on.
Until next time!
Hey, I can't very well openly display gossip of other people on my blog right? If I do, I have to be subtle about it. Defamation laws.
I shall now tell all of you the story of the bear that a guy attempted, and failed, to get for me. And for the sake of those who have already heard the story, I shall add a few details that, though minor, I believe will spice up the tale a wee bit...
Let's see now... all of you remember the mention of my match, no? Right then. I have a confession. We haven't just been playing the 'flirt' game for show. We have been flirting, with and without an audience. And I admit, I'm rather taken in.
On the day of Convocation, our orientation group met up early for breakfast together. My match and I were the earliest there, as it happens. But sorry, no hanky panky here. Extra information for those interested: I was wearing contacts, a normal black skirt, court shoes, a v-cut plain white blouse and I had my hair up in a bun with a bit of fringe framing the right side of my face. Somehow the bun made me look very nice... not quite sure why, but it works...
Anyway, he had some letters he needed to post, but he (nor I, nor my other victim, who arrived third) didn't know where one could find a postbox. So he decided to line up at the control station at the gates to get information. While he was doing that, I stood on the spot and looked around to get any visual clues to the direction of the postbox. Of course, me being me, I did so in my usual 'sweet' style, with one fingernail suggestively in between my teeth, reason being that I figured my dear match was watching me (and I was right. He wasn't being too shy about it either, though it did not amount to staring... he seemed to be rather enjoying himself...).
At the mrt station, there were some girls collecting donations for charity, and people who donated three dollars could get a little bear (by this time, quite a lot of the group had arrived). My match, sweet dah-ling, tried to get me a bear, but he only had ten dollar notes, and the poor girls couldn't exactly rip open the donation cans to get him a change. While they were hesitating, I took out four bucks and took the bear. I think my match was quite disappointed... hee... so adorable.
Later, as we entered the hall, we saw our buddy group's facilitator, who blinked at me for a few seconds before going, "Ei, hi~ listen, I gotta go, I'll catch up with you guys later..." (I know I'm making random guesses at certain things I've been hinting... but do you want a good story or not?) I think that bun really worked for me...
During the second half of convocation (the let's-party-now-the-parents-are-outside bit), there was a little in-house disco going on, but in our area, the only ones really dancing were my match and I, so we got pushed out to do disco on the red carpet. So we just disco-ed together in the middle of nowhere and got a few whoops on the way...
After convocation, he tried to share tea with me too... hahaha... and we were exchanging looks throughout, when we weren't trying to catch each other's eye (yes, yes, I know you know I'm exaggerating... but don't pretend you're not enjoying this).
My match left earlier than me. When I was going out later on, I... er... stopped by my buddy group's facilitator just to say hi and leave (half expecting him to try striking a conversation), but instead of letting me leave so fast, he asked for my name again, promised to remember it this time, and then said his goodbye. And of course I did my thing while that short exchange was going on.
I'm so evil... Muhahahahahahhaa...
So that's the extended bear story... and as promised, I will update any scandals (only of me, mind) up here for all of you admire or defame... or more importantly, to give you a topic to gossip on.
Until next time!
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