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Sunday, July 10, 2005
 
When was the last time I gushed? Seriously can't remember... was it that long ago? Am I practising such good self-restraint or is it simply cuz there isn't anything to gush about? I reckon it's a bit of both, hopefully... hmmm......... Somehow a good night out is always followed by a guilty night in. There's nothing wrong with having some fun with mates and getting to know the shy people in the musical, getting pissed, then stumbling over a couple of people and getting phantom bruises, so why do I feel as if I did something bad? The hangover should be punishment enough, so why the guilt trip? Or is the guilt trip a result of the hangover? Or does alcohol simply do funny things to my brain, aside from the fact that I get missing chunks of memory of the previous night. Like how did I walk out from the pub to the carpark? I only remember someone saying the place was closing, and the next thing I knew I was falling down on the carpark... very unglamourous. And while we're at it, how about claiming the guy cleared my glass when it still had drink in it, when it was actually already empty? And the clincher: calling the guy I have a massive crush on by his mate's name... H o w e m b a r r a s s i n g i s t h a t ? Okie, pushing all the negative thoughts aside now.... I can only hope I didn't make an utter knob of myself, and we know how likely I am to have done so... Sigh... Now we know why people don't normally drink in the courtrooms, or right before they take their wedding vows... well, some people might, you never know... That's food for thought.

Anyhow, since we're on the topic of the crush, and on gushing... indulgence is good, once in a longggg while, and I shall indulge. Had an epiphany on why Singaporeans are such antagonistic unhappy people, and how we can make this world a better place, but I'm really not in the mood for serious stuff, so that's gotta wait. This is gonna be a random recollection of thoughts/verbal diarrhoea kinda thing, so here goes!

During one rehearsal, a friend commented that I smelt like something, can't remember what, it wasn't bad or anything, just a passing comment, OH! I think she said I smelt like mint or something, possibly mint, and the crush, who shall remain anonymous for the sake of my shy shy self, commented 'Really? I think she smells like strawberries.' At that point in time I thought absolutely nothing of it, but now, since I'm gushing and sitting in my corner and thinking about whether I embarrassed myself yesterday, random memories pop into mind, and I had thought nothing of that, til it resurfaced in my life 2 seconds ago, and I actually realised that that was such a sweet sweet thing to say!!!!! And he didn't say it in a sleazy kinda way, he said it in an earnest matter-of-fact way... How endearing!!! And yesterday at the pub, he kept getting me to laugh cuz he likes my laugh ***squeal*** But I must admit, I was laughing very loudly and for no reason at all, no thanks to Mr. double-shot-vodka-redbull... and I think I was laughing so loud and talking so loud I popped my own ears... countless times... It's a clincher I swear... Besides making me laugh, he also kept asking me to raise my eyebrows individually one after the other... I'm like his human exhibit, sheesh! Plus we got over his fear of velvet HAHAHAHHAHAH so he would randomly touch the arm of my velvet jumper cuz he's got this thing about touching velvet; it makes him cringe... eheh so cute! And an old student was there and we were talking about a performance he did that I saw and I threw out a random terminology, and the crush goes 'Yeah Daphne knows everything, she knows her stuff'... not in a sarcastic way, but in a, again, matter-of-fact way... almost as if aiming to please... hmmm... cuz the first time we spoke was before an audition for Rhinoceros, and I enlightened him on e fact that Eugene Ionesco was a Frenchman who's currently dead, and not a student currently studying in Monash University, ahem... (that was a huge turn off initially, he lost like 25 brownie points) so yeap... That's my spiel for today... OH one more thing, he laughs like a muppet ehehehehehehheehehhehe in a good way... he's such a doll... I should really stop... the more I go the more intense I get... And it's seriously driving me nuts... Okie, I reckon anyone who normally reads this blog would have had a convulsive fit by now and wonder if some alien's actually usurped Daphne's body and is typing with her fingers... Well, you could be right, I wouldn't know, ain't in the right frame of mind to make any decisions, ha... I reckon when I read the stuff I typed, I would gag on my own... eeekiness... for lack of a better word, ahem... it's so... ditzy

But hell, everyday dog has its day, every ditz has hers too! To ditzes!!! CLINK!!

 

 
   
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