ALRIGHT! My bao bei of 3years called up for minutes of bitching. But STILL, it IS bitching.

And its bitching with him. No, her. No, he-she. Identity crisis.

That's not the point. The point is the Changi Naval Base Open House next weekend. Whereby he promised me a ride in his God-knows-what-vehicle. With the men in uniform. OOO-lala~

And also to catch up a bit on each other. Everytime I pick up his calls, I hear his excitement down the line and blah blah blah goes the list of guys grovelling at his feet.

It all happens in the base. In the camp.

Does deprivation of REAL females really drive testerone to absurb desires?

Kindly please tell me, guys.

Another thing. I see this cycle repeating itself in front of my eyes over and over again. It seems the worst attitudes shown in relationships makes the other party drooling for more. And whatever for?? More torture.

But I'm glad he's got a rich boy. Even if he's just taken on a ride. What shit of an excuse is "Hey babe, I really love you but I cant really love you coz ur a guy you know?"

No I don't. How about YOU tell me? Men!

I love you. I dont love you. Come here. Go away. "Miss you like crazy." Then MIA for a week.

But anyway proposal came up. MARRIAGE proposal (what else can it be??) He's got a rich guy whose daddy owns bakery. And since I'm BFF and I positively cant live without chocolate donuts, he assured me I'll get my lifetime of supply! YEA!!! NOW that's cause for celebrations!

Back to the proposal, Eddie/Irene hopes he will be given a diamond ring baked in a bread! BAKED IN A BREAD. hm......hey, if I find the 24 carat diamond ring in my chocolate donut, he's proposing to me right??

Anyway, I've decided I wont marry unless I've got a 24carat blue princess-cut diamond ring. From Cartier. Otherwise please just stick to the stick insects I keep seeing on Orchard Road.