a quickie, sorta

Okay I gotta blog fast. Otherwise I lose track and get bored and just close the browser.

THE BEST VALENTINE'S DAY DATE EVER:

Woke up at 5.30am to help Aresha with her Chew Chor Meng Charity Drive up to Chiangmai event. Left at 6.30am, Ma left for school at about that time too. Pa left at 8.15am, and Ash left at 9.30am, but till the bus comes he's usually in his room, either tied or just reading minding his own business on a good day. When we got back at about 9.30ish and settled into getting back to sleep about half an hour later, Aresha knocked persistently on my door and told me she found a pair of her socks on the floor next to her bed.

It looked damp, I didn't wanna touch it. She said it was covered in men's things. THINGS! I only understood after about 3 seconds of her wild gesticulations to her crotch. The prime suspect : JUDITH THE FILIPINO.

So we called her up and asked her wtfbbq. She started to deny everything, how the socks got there, why they were damp, although Aresha was dead certain it was what it was. We asked her to surrender her handphone, so she tried to buy herself some time by making us think it was downstairs when it was actually in her pocket. Her face totally gave it away.

Going through her phone, we found several mushy annoying msges, the kind you receive as forwards between her and a dude called SHAHIM. Then we chanced upon a msg received at 8.34am, 'I'm coming 2 minet'. THE PLOT THICKENS!

After two hours of vigorous interrogation and her perpetual denial we finally get the story from her. She let him in, he went up to my sister's room with my maid behind him and asked her for sex. IN MY SISTER'S ROOM! She apparently turned him down, afterwhich he jerked off and jizzed into a pair of my sister's favourite socks. Ew.

We called in the police, who very proudly told us that there was no case because 1. She consented to him entering the house, and 2. Her modesty wasn't outraged when it happened.

We didn't know no. 2 for sure, so we got someone who could speak Tagalog to ask her since she couldn't understand English that well. She said explicitly that she did feel insulted and outraged, so now we had our case. Or so we thought. We told her NOT to keep changing her story, otherwise we wouldn't be able to charge the Shahim fucker.

Aresha had to bring the maid and the violated socks to the Bedok North Police station at 4.30pm that day itself to see the investigating officer. Aresha left the socks at home, so I double bagged it and passed it to her on my way to work.

I got an angry call from Aresha later, only for her to tell me that the maid now had changed her story yet again, telling the IO that Shahim is her BOYFRIEND. Lord. SO, the case was dropped. We have made it our personal mission to go find the fucker and teach him a lesson, of which we haven't quite discussed as to how we would do that.

Aresha's doing a lot of undercover work with Judith's phone, only to realise that the little twat has several boyfriends that she had invited over on several occasions before. I.. don't know what to think. The stuff in my room, my camera, Aresha's Macbook, Pa's LCD tv and home theatre systems, our PC. It freaks me out to hell and back just thinking about it.

The worst part? Judith is MARRIED. To a PASTOR. With TWO KIDS. I understand you get lonely, but she has shown no sign of having contacted her family at all. When we called her husband to tell him about Judith's little Valetine's Day romp, she called him back afterwards to tell him that my parents were lying coz we were.... get this, jealous.

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Phew, that took a bit. Less exciting things to note of late would be.. complementary VIP Passes to the Singapore Airshow this Sunday! Yay! So exciting right. VIP too. Can't wait to take photos!

Also, we finally got Dog microchipped, at the Waringin vet where i'm volunteering of course. Dr Ng usually writes his charges on a little piece of yellow paper and passes it to Aunty Susan (one of the assistants/receptionists), for her to charge whoever brought their pet in, without the customer looking at it. After he vaccinated and microchipped, he wrote the charges down and passed it to Aunty Susan, ordering her to 'hit me with the big bill'. I laughed at this, well coz I knew I'd have to pay alot coz he did so many things in one consultation. It was on Pa's tab anyway.

I walk to the counter all ready to pay when Aunty Susan shoves me out the door. Commotion ensues, more because I was so confused and going 'Eh I haven't pay yet let me pay first la'. She showed me the piece of paper;

Consult - Free
Microchip - Free
Vacc - Free

Just on Tuesday this week I had to throw away some boxes, but then had to attend to a cat next to me so I put the boxes down near the surgery table. After the cat was settled, Dr Ng pointed to the boxes and asked, 'Are you trying to start a collection?'

'Oh shoot no sorry i'll throw them now.'

'No wait hold on ah.'

(he takes the boxes and walks out of the room for awhile, then passes them back to me to throw)

(pointing to one of the boxes) 'Oh I found that on the floor somewhere, but just throw it away lah.'

I look at the empty box and inside was a hongbao with my full name written on it. I nearly cried. I don't know why. I know its a Chinese custom and whatnot, but I was just so grateful for how much he was acknowledging my effort in the clinic. When I left I opened it, and it had $50 inside. Even my parents don't give me that much on Deepavali.

He asks me every week if i've gotten a reply from the last 2 universities. Well just for all 5 of you to know, I haven't. I think they've put my rejection aside first while they settle those they want to accept first. Preparing myself for the worst. Besides, theres always Australia. AND, I don't know if i'll even make the almost-straight-As minimum qualification. OK ok sssh.

What else what else...

Oh i've finally found a group of people I can partay with. Every week in a row these past few weeks i've gone all over the place, from MOS to Zouk to Butterfactory (yuck) to Homeclub (even more yuck) and more. It digs a nice hole in my pocket too. But that aside, i've been hanging out with my Wild Oats girlfriends! Lani, Renie, and Ernie. Yeah I know my name sticks out like an oddball so they've started calling me Rani. Fuck that shit.

Ernie knows too many of my friends from EVERYWHERE. Primary & Secondary school, JC, even people i've met through friends, random friends, it's really terrifying. But she's an awesome girl la. Spent a few hours at her place reading scary stories and listening to the midnight ghost stories radio show on Ria the other night while getting the photos from the A Sides gig and it was all sorts of girly fun.

Ok got more to blog about but I gotta cut it short cause the Wii beckons... Wariowaves is a madass random game.