Waking up next to the Boyfriend + Morning Sex = A Great Way To Start a Monday!

=D =D

Waking up at 6am + Almost getting caught having a boy in my room so early in the morning = Potentially Getting Hanged.

Thankfully it was my sister who walked in and we were both dressed and about to leave and she bought the quick cover story of how he had come by to pick up something. Thank my lucky stars she wasn't awake enough to ask what the hell he'd come to pick up at 6am on a Monday morning that couldn't have waited till later in the day. And thank God that my mom doesn't usually wake up till about 9am.

Still... that was WAY too close for comfort!

Blogs are not private.

I should have learnt this lesson a long time ago. Once upon a time, I was a very prolific blogger. I used to write posts nearly everyday, about the the random little occurances in my life, about things that made me laugh and things that drove me mad. And then one day someone read something they didn't like and started giving me grief. I stopped blogging for a few months.

Sometime later, I really missed my random posts, so I started again. This time I eliminated all names and as many traces to real life as I possibly could while still writing about my random occurances. And for a time that worked for me. I wasn't as regular about updating as before but I still blogged often enough.

And then I got stupid and showed my blog to someone I had romantic ties with. I showed it to him because I had wanted to show him how strongly I'd felt for him. But he started reading the previous posts as well to trace back how long I'd liked him only to discover that in the beginning, he was one of a couple of guys I had a crush on. That blew up in my face. He said very many nasty things about the realness of my feelings for him.

So I stopped blogging again. And when I tried to pick it up again, I found it really hard. My posts became few and far between and I wasn't as motivated to write anymore. A part of me wonders if the coincidence of starting work around the same time I stopped blogging has been a reason. I barely have time for myself anymore so blogging would naturally shift down the list of priorities.

I decided to take another stab at it. This time I moved to a brand new service provider, change the name of my blog completely and only told one other person about it. I never mentioned any names, not even my own and I've even stopped blogging when I'm upset, for fear that I'll write something in a flurry of emotions that will later come back to bite me in the ass. And yet, once again, I've been found, my inner most thoughts are under scrutiny again and my words being thrown at me.

I know its my own fault. I know that posting things on the internet for the public at large means that there is a chance that someone will stumble upon it. More so than that, writing about personal experiences will inevitably get you hurt unless you control your readership. But my ego wouldn't let me make the blog private for my friends only. There was a time on my old blog when I had random readers from around the world and had even made friends with one or two of them. A part of me secretly hoped to acheive that once again with my new blog.

I should have learnt my lesson by now. I can feel myself slipping into another hiatus, as much as I want to fight it this time and tell myself that my blog shouldn't march to someone else's tune. Whats the use anymore?

In her bid to convince me that I have made the ultimate mistake in my life and that it is her duty to change my mind, hoping that I'll come to my senses and leave the Boyfriend, my mother has turned to introducing me to what she would term as "eligible men". The first candidate is supposedly a brilliant young man with a double major degree and an MBA from somewhere in the USA, owns 3 franchises and acquiring another two, and is really good looking.

You would think that someone who sounds this good on paper had something going for him. But you'd be wrong. To humor my mother and to amuse myself, I took his email address and popped him a short note:

Hi Kxxx,

I'm (the Girl) from Singapore. My mom asked me to email you so here I am. Just wanted to say hello.

(The Girl)

There, it was short, simple, to the point. He responds:

Hi (Girl),

My parents did mention u all, guess they want us to get to know each other a lil bit. May be we can start with you, you can call me Sunny by da way.

Sunny?!! My jaw dropped as I stared at the computer screen. Sunny?!?!?! And 'da'? What, was the so difficult to spell?! On his very first impression the guy hit a personal pet peeve of mine. Nevertheless I persevered:

Hi Sunny,

If you don't mind me asking, why is your nickname Sunny? It sounds nothing like Kxxx! What do you do? I am a lawyer with a local firm and I've been working for about seven months now.

(the Girl)

And he responds (rather defensively, I thought):

Hi, I think I'm just used to SUNNY (whats up with the capitalisation there Sunny?), every one since I was little has always called me that, my family, friends, every one, my grand mom gave me that name i suppose when i was little, no one actually has called me kxxx, every one knows me by sunny [surname].......its just like that for ever, but i don't mind kxxx either, I guess its easier the other way too. I neveractually tried to shorten kxxx to sunny, its just my name that every one has always called me with.

I did my bachelors in business administration and bachelors in computer information systems (double major) from Concord University in West Virgina (USA) and MBA from University of Maryland, College Park (USA).Now I own three franchises (Subway, Pretzel Time & Mrs. Fields) in Maryland about an hour and a half north to Washington DC.

Err... that's nice? I didn't quite know how to respond to this one. That was the longest, most pointless explanation of why he was called Sunny I'd ever read! I didn't ask for an essay, a friggin' one-liner would have sufficed! And the second part just sounded as though he was applying for job or something. I know where West Virgina (pardon me, isn't there supposed to be an 'i' in Virginia??? Virgina?! Sexually deprived much?) and Maryland are, I don't need a parenthesis to explain that they're in the States. And his insult to the English language continues with the spaces between words in the wrong places. I don't reply to this one... so he gets impatient after a day:

U seem like a busy woman ....... u work in an attorney's office or u an attorney ur self???

Err... did my earlier email not mention that I was a lawyer? Or were you not reading Sunny? And if you can't even read my emails, where the words are in front of you so you can't pretend you'd forgotten, what hope does that have for a real life relationship where you won't even be listening to what I say?

Hi Sunny,

Sorry for taking so long to reply, I have been very busy lately. I am an attorney and I have a case going to trial soon, hence I'm so busy. I'm even working through the weekend.

Your work sounds interesting. I love the brownies at Mrs. Fields :) Do you drive? If so, what car do you drive? Also, I'm curious to see what you look like, send me a photo of yourself :)

Yes, I'm being rather sarcastic now but I doubt he notices. My mother did mention that he was supposedly good looking so I hoped his handsome face might save him at this point. He replies:

Hey whtzz up, (!!!!!!!!)

that sounds a busy life.......ya I drive, in fact i'm a lil car crazy guy, i have a 07 bmw 7 series 760 LI v12.

so how old are you? i'm sending couple ov casual pics, may be u could send me some of urs....

I nearly choked. He could not be serious. My mother could not be serious!! I mean, this guy?!??! Really?!?! He didn't even bother to check over his email. He couldn't be bothered to spell 'little'. And just because I asked, it doesn't me mean I can understand the gibberish that is '760 LI v12'. And no offence, but this supposedly good looking guy turned out to have greasy hair and toad eyes and a rather weird triangular shaped piece of facial hair just below his lip. I was appalled. Still I remained polite:

Hi Sunny,

You mean your work is not busy? Surely owning 3 franchises is a lot of work? What do you do everyday? (Since he seemed so surprised that I was a busy woman...)

I'm 24. How old are you? I'm emailing you from work so I'm afraid I do not have any pictures of myself on this computer. I'll send you my picture another time.

Hee. I lied :) I was at home at the time! I know I'm not a fox, but I do think I'm hot enough to say I was slightly out of his league. I didn't want him panting over his keyboard and drooling on it. And I didn't want him stalking me either. Yes, I know. I have a rather large ego for a girl.

hi,

My work is extremely busy, but i have store managers, office managers, accountants, attorneys, and lots of other staff to take care of every thing. (Yawn.) I'm usually keeping administrative checks while i'm in and out of my stores through out the day, wasie bhi I have every thing organized online where I can get minute by minute reports......gives me enough time to plan expansion....also gives me time to take vacations 3 times a year, infact I just got back from Pakistan, I was there for a month, then in Dubai for a week..... (Whatever. Snooze...)now days I'm working on another project, not sure if you have heard about these franchises called TACO BELL and TCBY, I just signed a contract with Taco Bell, (Yawn!) will be taking over a taco bell store by the end of august and a TCBY store in the mall location by next month.

Waise I love traveling, what about you? I usually make a stop over in Sheffield, about 40 minutes from london (No way, is that where London is?! WOW!) (my mamu lives there), dubai and pakistan like 3 or 4 times a year.

so where did u get ur education from and how long u been in singapore. what does ur family do, i mean what kinda profession ur dad is in n stuff. where r u guys from pak. did u get to open all the pics i sent u, if not leme know so i can send some others......hopefully u'll attach some pics with ur next emeil.....

laterzzz.

I thought his ending was rather appropriate. I was practically asleep by the end of reading his long tirade of useless information. Did I really care that he was getting another franchise? No. Did I care that he traveled to Pakistan a lot? Absolutely not. Was I appalled by his horrendous English? Hell YES. I did not bother responding this time. I told my mother that he was exactly the type of guy I had been avoiding. My mother even went on to defend him to say that perhaps he was just shy around girls and the fact that he's green is a good thing, as it showed he hadn't been around. I told her I'd rather have someone who had. She just looked scandalised and stalked off.

Hey, at least I tried. And if I'm lucky, this should keep her off my back for some time yet!

While things haven't been great home-wise, things are going well work-wise. Yesterday I made my first application to a Judge in Chambers, only a week after being called to the bar. As far as I know, I'm the first of my batch to have done so, which is kinda cool in itself. I was proud that Boss thought I had what it took to make the application. I wasn't as nervous as I expected and despite not knowing what to say while I was preparing myself, in Chambers, I was suddenly reminded of my advocacy training. In a nutshell, it went well.

But the bitch in me cannot help gloating at the look on VR's face when the rest of the team were wishing me luck on my application and he realised that I had been asked to appear before a judge and basically had just one-upped him. So there for all his competitiveness at the Firm!

ps. I finally got my own namecard yesterday too! I never thought I would be this excited over a bit of paper :)

Too much has happened since I last got a chance to write and even now, the thought of writing belated posts just seems like more work than its worth. But I shall try nonetheless:

1. The Boyfriend and I celebrated our 6th Monthsary, making it officially the longest decent relationship I've ever had. The celebration was quiet and a nice respite from the fighting, although it certainly didn't last long. We got close to breaking up soon after but as things have stabilised, our relationship has regained its solidity.

2. The Muppet showed up, stirred up shit, messed up my life once again and then left so that I could clean up. Only two good things came from his visit:

(a)I will never put up with his bullshit ever again. I learnt that a leopard never changes his spots and a scumbag will always be a scumbag.

(b)My parents know about the Boyfriend... this is both good and bad I suppose. On one hand, its great that its out in the open, not that it was a secret but I do admit I had been stalling to find the ideal time to tell them. On the other hand though, it has sparked up a lot of crap from my mother about life, love, marriage and the issue of my virtues, of which she thinks I have none.

3. Teowlet and her fiance came to visit and that was an absolute blast :D I hadn't seen her since graduating two years ago and it was lovely to catch up with her again.

4. Teowlet asked me to be her Maid of Honour at her impending wedding! I was most touched and honoured and vowed to get a hold of that DVD (as featured in Made of Honour) with the perky blonde who gives us the low-down on how to be the best MOH ever.

5. I officially became a lawyer. After 5 years of intensive studying and training, it all culminated to that final moment on 24 May 2008 where the dude read out my name, announcing that I was being officially called to the Bar.

6. My parents met The Boyfriend as my boyfriend for the first time. Safe to say that was highly awkward.

7. I'm back at the Firm, working as a full fledged lawyer now. I have a nice office and my paycheck just got bigger. But then, so has the workload :S

Other than that, there has been a lot of arguing, fighting, crying and the occasional laughing at the absurdity of it all in this past month. I'm hoping this chapter will end soon enough. Things have stabilised on most fronts, save for my mother and her rampant hysteria at discovering that her dear daughter is dating a Christian boy as well as her fervent, and dare I say rather aggravating, attempts at setting me up with someone, anyone, else. Wish me luck World, I fear I'm going to need it.