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A Scribble A Day 3

Forgetting that chocolate & cream party punter… forgetting those supercilious tittering at the party… all clean and scrubbed & goodness me… wearing his white shirt and shorts *blush*, I drifted off to dreamland…

I dreamt of a beautiful grassland with a lovely breeze, I was skipping along blithely when I saw Tino standing there at the edge of the cliff looking away at the sea… He turned his head and looked at me with his amused brown eyes… WAIT A MINUTE! HE IS LOOKING AT ME, FACE TO FACE!  I jerked right up and bam! I knocked my head straight onto his chin!

“SORRY, SORRY, SORRY!” I yelped inanely. Cradling his chin, he said, “It’s okay!”, obviously attempting to calm me down.  This day is zooming up my “Worst Days of my Life” billboard charts.

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Part 2:

fallow   aphorism
double entendre Flummoxed scuff patronizing scatty dispirited erratic conundrum explicate tawdry flourish
dumbed down flippant prevarication amble superfluous acrimonious teeter grotty morose gimlet philistines tenuous smite heathen asperity


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A Scribble A Day – Day 2

Following my first scribble on Mar 28, 18 days ago… 

Frisson: a sudden, passing sensation of excitement; a shudder of emotion; thrill

It is a hot, I repeat stiffling hot day today.  How can I even have a frisson running through my body, let alone anybody else?

1. to renounce or surrender (a possession, right, etc.): to relinquish the throne.

2. to give up; put aside or desist from: to relinquish a plan.
3. to let go; release: to relinquish one’s hold.

But yes… the temptation of sipping a tall glass of iced tea in an air-conditioned room, may I say an extremely comfortable and plush room, filled with soft cushions and luxurious fur.  An evil reminder of my old days of comfort; something I am forced to relinquish…


1. not harmful or injurious; harmless: an innocuous home remedy.
2. not likely to irritate or offend; inoffensive; an innocuous remark.
3. not interesting, stimulating, or significant; pallid; insipid: an innocuous novel.

Surely He wouldn’t mind… just a short innocuous rest in this lovely room with a bit of this unwanted room service He has left temptingly by the soft plush couch…

1. obtained, done, made, etc., by stealth; secret or unauthorized; clandestine: a surreptitious glance.

2. acting in a stealthy way.
3. obtained by subreption; subreptitious.

A surreptitious check… behind the door… behind the curtains at the fancy party in the garden… 

velour: noun

1. a velvetlike fabric of rayon, wool, or any of several other natural or synthetic fibers, used forouterwear and upholstery.
2. a velvety fur felt, as of beaver, for hats.
I slid gently onto the plush white velour chaise longue, (read chez long-g) & under the ooh-so-soft fur laid invitingly over it…

punters fallow blithely aphorism inanely
double entendre Flummoxed scuff patronizing scatty dispirited erratic conundrum explicate tawdry flourish
dumbed down flippant prevarication amble superfluous acrimonious teeter grotty morose gimlet philistines tenuous smite heathen

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A scribble a day – My 1st attempt

Decided to write a short paragraph every time I learnt a new or forgotten word… how is my first attempt?

Staring at his bright yellow espadrilles from afar, my heart fluttered… no… thumped with envy & excitement… With a soft white cotton shirt barely hiding his muscular broad shoulders and a pair of powder pink capri pants, he carried off those girl-attracting colours with full animal masculinity… Needless to say, he is surrounded by a bunch of immaculate girls attempting to look superciliously posh to others yet blushingly cute while joshing in front of this Asian Adonis.

Tino Ang is the honcho of this private party in the fabulous suburbia by the East Coast and me? I’m just the clumsy barista cum waitress cum cleaner cum owner of the tiny little cafe Jav’s Loft, invited to this fancy party in his nearby family mansion.

How did he get to know me?  He’s a regular at my cafe, doodling away of his creative thoughts almost every weekday morning 6 months ago.

Wistfully dreaming of having that light & lithe body like those princess doll-faces around him, I started to make myself useful by cutting up his favourite chocolate & cream pie which I brought along to the party when some stupid girls suddenly screamed by my ear.  The next thing I know, the chocolate & cream are sliding down my face and my brand-new peach silk vest.  It was all quiet and everybody stared at this chocolate flavoured fool.  Another snapshot of foolishness dumped into my Internal Depository of Uselessness.  The world spun around me in embarrassment; I swear I heard evil tittering somewhere near where Tino was standing when I suddenly felt a warm large hand grabbed my hand leading me into the mansion…