This boy will be celebrating his 23rd birthday next month. Three days after Valentine's. I have a few things planned in mind.

1. To go down to Singapore for the weekend. To enjoy the clubbing and sauna scene there. Just a change of wind. With my sauna buddies.
2. Bring Willy to Genting for a weekend. Play outdoor games with him.
3. Invite my sister, cousins, gay friends to hangout at Musictheque on the weekend. On my treat.
4. Just stay home. Save money and maybe fly to Bangkok during my semester break instead. That would be in March.

My family and I went up to Genting yesterday for a day trip. Dad needed to get away from the city. But Kuala Lumpur was so quiet.

We had an overpriced lunch at this Penang Village Restaurant. Then dad and mum when somewhere to spend time on their own leaving me taking care of the gang of army. My siblings and two other cousins were excited to go for some of the crazy rides at the outdoor theme park. But we decided to go on for the indoor's instead because we only had 2-3 hours to kill before heading back home. I was bored. Didn't enjoy my time.

Came back with a headache. And a flu.

I went to Musictheque last night. And I should have not went in the first place.

1. It was horribly packed. I can't dance on my podium because there were many other wannabes like me. Strutting their unskilled moves.
2. My Lose Control song was only played half way through. Thanks DJ Ivan. You suck.
3. My beloved ex was there. I saw him with this other guy. I felt uneasy at first. But I'm okay actually. Whatever.
4. My friend's friend, whom I am heads over hill for was there. Dame. I was not on my best dress.
5. The RnP boys were there. Cuter than before. F**K! It was just a night of rude awakening for me!

Some guy I met in the past, messaged me saying: "You look great tonight". That alone was not enough to cure my undespensable hurt. I think I will just come back next month.

Forget that Stevie guy I mentioned before this. After going out in 2 seperate occasions, I found out that Stevie was not that kind of guy I would like to spend time with. He is a bit too outgoing for me and many little other things that have prompt for my decision. And gowd, he's a bad kisser.

Remember in my last few posting, when I met this young man with the tattoo. Well he did called me the night itself. I was surprised. I thought I was not his type. Guess my instinct proved me wrong. We have been occasionally sms-ing one another every day. I was hoping to meet him yesterday, but me being a dumb blonde forgot that it was the family reunion gathering for the Chinese community.

I like him a lot. Though he is barely 19, but he speaks far from his age. He teases me in Mandarin sometimes. He was a shocking pig when he knew I could speak Mandarin. He is now with his family in Kepong. He should be back on Tuesday. And I am leaving to Genting tonight with my family. Just a short holiday.

Oh, his name is Willy. Please remember that.