It's Saturday Night, And I Have To Remember Chinese & English Common Expressions For Tomorrow!
I hateit-hateit-hateit when I get mosquito bites on the sole of my feet.
Seriously.
The skin down there is thicker than those on the other parts of our body, and somehow made it un-scratchable. And the itch will go and on and on... And you can't stop the itchiness. You can only touch the area that is around the bite hoping somewhat the soothing will diminish the itch.
I have just applied some calamine lotion that were prescribed to me when I had hives last month. Well, I can't seem to feel any difference. Maybe the skin is too thick for the cooling sensation of the lotion to be felt by the feet.
Arrrrggghhhhhhh. It's still ITCHY! :S
All suggestions to relieve the itches such as that are most welcome.
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I went to a New Asia Bar last night after class. It was suppose to be a hen's party night thingy for PA. But it was only attended by RA, myself and PA. Apparently, most of our friends are married and not available. Haha... Oh well. It's the company that counts, right?
The music was not that fantastic. It was difficult to dance to music that were... not for dancing. Oh well, at least the company and the drinks made up for the lack of it. Towards the end of the club's closing, an Indian came over to our side of the counter, on pretext of ordering a drink, struck a conversation with me. And me, being the friendly me, thought it was no harm just doing some chatting with people at a club. He introduced himself as "Someone" (couldn't remember his name) from KL, has been in Singapore for a month, and will be leaving soon.
Friends came back from their dancing, and he began to talk to them. I had to go to the ladies, so I stood up and left. When I came back, he brought a couple of his friends over and upon seeing me, told PA that he didn't know that I was a "Julia Roberts" (meaning I am very tall, I suppose. 'Cuz he was about a head and a half shorter than I. He didn't realise that when we were sitting down, haha! :) Guess my height scared him. Haha! :) I didn't talk to him thereafter. It was when RA told him "Could you please leave us for a while" that he left our side.
Later PA told me that if that Indian guy had not approached us, that tall Caucasian man who was sitting next to us might have approached us. Because she noticed him leaving soon after Mr Indian started to chat us up. Mr Tall Caucasian didn't seem to me that he is the kind who is looking for company though. He was alone, but he kept looking at his Blackberry for the ENTIRE NIGHT. I mean, how are we to know???
It didn't really bother me much. There were other similar brushes with strangers later, but I told PA, I don't care what they have on their mind, but I am going home. Fortunately, there were ready cabs available and I hop on one and headed home.
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Today I woke up and replayed the comment PA told me the night before about the Caucasian. I told myself I could have made friends with him if I stop and pretend to ask him "May I know why have you been staring at your gadget all night?" I mean, in any friendly circumstance, any guy would respond right?
Then I thought about how I could use PA's hen's night as an excuse to psycho him to get us a round of drinks.
There were a couple of moments I kicked myself and ask why didn't I do those things. It seemed so easy now that I reflected on them, yet I did not do it.
Well, simply because, I am not one who goes to bars to ask for free drinks, nor am I someone who goes to bars to meet men. I am there for the dancing and for the fun and thats it. It is never in my scheme of things to try to seduce or entice when in a bar or a club.
Oh well. It's over.
Will I do it the next time I am asked to go to a club? I don't know. It maybe yes, I think. Simply because I have reached an age that I know, I am a women. And I can be flirty and attractive to men, and use it to my advantage. And furthermore, I am single. That itself is more than enough reason for me to go out there to meet men in these places.
But am I desperate to find one in these clubs? No. Because I know fundamentally, most of these people are not believers. And I do not want to start on somethng that will not work out in the end. Not to mention, all the tug-of-war within and without that comes along in a relationship with a non-believer. I mean, I am sure God will not want me to hurt myself in that way.
Yes, I want to honour God in my life. I wouldn't call myself a Christian if I do not let Christ come before my desires and wants.
So there.
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Yaaayyyy... the calamine lotion hassoothed stopped the itch! Woohooo!!!!! :)
Seriously.
The skin down there is thicker than those on the other parts of our body, and somehow made it un-scratchable. And the itch will go and on and on... And you can't stop the itchiness. You can only touch the area that is around the bite hoping somewhat the soothing will diminish the itch.
I have just applied some calamine lotion that were prescribed to me when I had hives last month. Well, I can't seem to feel any difference. Maybe the skin is too thick for the cooling sensation of the lotion to be felt by the feet.
Arrrrggghhhhhhh. It's still ITCHY! :S
All suggestions to relieve the itches such as that are most welcome.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I went to a New Asia Bar last night after class. It was suppose to be a hen's party night thingy for PA. But it was only attended by RA, myself and PA. Apparently, most of our friends are married and not available. Haha... Oh well. It's the company that counts, right?
The music was not that fantastic. It was difficult to dance to music that were... not for dancing. Oh well, at least the company and the drinks made up for the lack of it. Towards the end of the club's closing, an Indian came over to our side of the counter, on pretext of ordering a drink, struck a conversation with me. And me, being the friendly me, thought it was no harm just doing some chatting with people at a club. He introduced himself as "Someone" (couldn't remember his name) from KL, has been in Singapore for a month, and will be leaving soon.
Friends came back from their dancing, and he began to talk to them. I had to go to the ladies, so I stood up and left. When I came back, he brought a couple of his friends over and upon seeing me, told PA that he didn't know that I was a "Julia Roberts" (meaning I am very tall, I suppose. 'Cuz he was about a head and a half shorter than I. He didn't realise that when we were sitting down, haha! :) Guess my height scared him. Haha! :) I didn't talk to him thereafter. It was when RA told him "Could you please leave us for a while" that he left our side.
Later PA told me that if that Indian guy had not approached us, that tall Caucasian man who was sitting next to us might have approached us. Because she noticed him leaving soon after Mr Indian started to chat us up. Mr Tall Caucasian didn't seem to me that he is the kind who is looking for company though. He was alone, but he kept looking at his Blackberry for the ENTIRE NIGHT. I mean, how are we to know???
It didn't really bother me much. There were other similar brushes with strangers later, but I told PA, I don't care what they have on their mind, but I am going home. Fortunately, there were ready cabs available and I hop on one and headed home.
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Today I woke up and replayed the comment PA told me the night before about the Caucasian. I told myself I could have made friends with him if I stop and pretend to ask him "May I know why have you been staring at your gadget all night?" I mean, in any friendly circumstance, any guy would respond right?
Then I thought about how I could use PA's hen's night as an excuse to psycho him to get us a round of drinks.
There were a couple of moments I kicked myself and ask why didn't I do those things. It seemed so easy now that I reflected on them, yet I did not do it.
Well, simply because, I am not one who goes to bars to ask for free drinks, nor am I someone who goes to bars to meet men. I am there for the dancing and for the fun and thats it. It is never in my scheme of things to try to seduce or entice when in a bar or a club.
Oh well. It's over.
Will I do it the next time I am asked to go to a club? I don't know. It maybe yes, I think. Simply because I have reached an age that I know, I am a women. And I can be flirty and attractive to men, and use it to my advantage. And furthermore, I am single. That itself is more than enough reason for me to go out there to meet men in these places.
But am I desperate to find one in these clubs? No. Because I know fundamentally, most of these people are not believers. And I do not want to start on somethng that will not work out in the end. Not to mention, all the tug-of-war within and without that comes along in a relationship with a non-believer. I mean, I am sure God will not want me to hurt myself in that way.
Yes, I want to honour God in my life. I wouldn't call myself a Christian if I do not let Christ come before my desires and wants.
So there.
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Yaaayyyy... the calamine lotion has
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