One Night Stand.

She opened her window, and let the cold night air brush against her near naked skin. She took in a deep breath, and let it all out, slowly, almost as if it were calculated. She walked over to her couch, and sat down, looking through her phone book, wondering who she could call, on a night like this. On a night where everyone would probably be out in clubs that had so much sexual activity throughout.

She stopped scrolling when she saw his name. She looked at it for sometime, wondering if she had enough courage to call him over, to finally get what she has been wanting for so long, but never felt the courage to do it.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. Are you free?" she was hoping he wouldn't hear her trembling voice, the fear, the excitement of it all.

"No, not at all, what's wrong?"

"Well, i'm all alone at home, I was wondering if you'd like to come over, so that we could...talk..." she didn't know how to put it in nicer terms. She bit her fingers nervously, waiting for his reply, hearing his breath over the phone was enough to make her -

"Yes, i'd love to. I'll see you in 10 minutes, yeah?" the slight tremor in his voice let her know that he felt it too, that it wasn't only her.

He knocked on her door, though it was only 10 minutes of her waiting, it felt like forever. She had gone to the toilet to wash up, and to put on more...appealing clothes. She felt like it was her first time all over again.

He was leaning against the door frame, wearing a basic black V-neck tee, and a pair of straight-cut Levis jeans that framed his butt so beautifully. He came in, and closed the door behind him, and stared at her. He found her eyes so beautiful, so full of lust for him. He took his time to ravage her body with his eyes, how he loved that she wasn't so skinny, but she wasn't that big either. She had perfect curves, and legs he could go on kissing forever.

Both of them could feel the sexual tension heavy in the air. She took one step forward, and was so close to him. She looked up, and stared at his eyes, waiting for him to make the next move. He leaned his head down, and took her lips with his with a fiery passion.

They broke off, him leaning his forehead against her, both breathing heavily.

"Just one night. Only tonight, and we'll forget this ever happened." she whispered.

All he did in response was to grab her dress and toss it over her head. She took his shirt off, and unzipped his jeans. They couldn't make it to the bedroom, all they had was her living room floor, whispering and moaning not really taking their time, but not rushing either.

And then it was all over, and he left her, walking out the door. He wanted to stay, to stroke her hair, till she fell asleep, but after it was all over, she rolled away from him, and told him he needed to leave.

My kind of Guy.

1. Do you need him/her to be good looking?
I'm not pretty, so I don't expect the guy to be drop-dead-sexy-as-hell-hot, but he definitely has to be pleasant looking, and all.

2. Smart?
I love brains (:

3. Preferred age?
nothing above 26.

4. Preferred height?
taller than me, 189 would be nice :D

5. How about sense of humor?
That's like a must. I don't like guys who are so darn serious all the time.

6. How about piercings?
Piercings are sexy as hell (:

7. Accepts you for who you are?
*rolls eyes* yeah i'm totally going to date a guy who doesn't like me for who i am -.-

8. Pink hair?
Definite no-no.

9. Mushy or no?
MUSHY. I LOVE MUSHY (:

10. Thin or fat?
not too thin not too fat.

11. Black, Brown or White (skin color)?
I'm fine with anything!

12. Long hair or short hair?
curly hair! but he has to look good in it la


13. Plastic or metal?
what is?

14. Smells good?
FUCK YES. KENNETH COLE PERFUME, CK1 <3

15. Smoker?
Doesn't make a difference.

16. Drinker?
Doesn't make a difference, as long as he's not an alcoholic.

17. Girl/Boy-next-door type?
I'm not fussy. he can be the boy next door, or the classy "i love to dress up" kind/

18. Muscular?
as long as he doesnt have the weird "my body is huge, but i've got a tiny head"

19. Plays piano?
sure

20. Plays bass and/or acoustic guitar?
sure

21. Plays violin?
sure

22. Sings very good?
sure -.-

23. Vain?
not to the extreme.

24. With glasses?
if he looks cute (:

25. With braces?
i think guys with braces are cute.. but.. hard to kiss uh.

26. Shy type?
no. i need someone to be able to match up to me

27. Rebel or good boy/girl?
he'll be what he has to be when he has to be.

28. Active or passive?
both

29. Tight or bomb?
I don't want to deal with a guy with anger management issues, but i don't want a guy that keeps all his feelings from me too.

30. Singer or dancer?
either, or both, or neither. im fine.

31. Stunner?
if he can stun me for the rest of my life. YES

32. Hiphop?
i'm fine (:

33. Earrings?
IM FINE WITH IT LA.

34. Mr/Ms. count-my-ex-girlfriends-until-you-drop?
nope.

35. Dimples?
YES :D

36. Bookworm?
that's sexy as hell.

37. Mr/Ms. love letter?
I love handwritten letters :D

38. Playful?
playful.. where? *grins* but yes :D

39. Flirt?
i've had enough of those kinds. (but it's okay if he flirts.. with me)

40. Poem writer?
yeah!!!


41. Serious?
we'll take each day as it comes (: but i like the sound of serious as long as it's not obsession.

42. Campus crush?
Why not? that'll be so cool.


43. Painter?
yeah sure.

44. Religious?
Im not someone who is into religion, but i'm not going to stop him from his beliefs as long as he doesn't shove it down my throat (or try to, at least)

45. Someone who likes to tease people?
as long as it's for fun, not to the extent he hurts someone's feelings.

46. Computer games geek? Or internet freak?
as long as he doesn't ignore me.

47. Speaks 20 languages?
why not?

48. Loyal or faithful?
Both.

49. Good kisser
HELLL YEAHHHH!!! bad smelly kissers are a turn off. LOL.

50. Loves children?
it is adorable when a guy can get along with children (:

5 things that irritate me about the opposite gender.

• when a girl or guy is like so good looking and so fit/skinny, yet they complain, TO ME. like wtf, i’m fucking fat, and you complain that YOU’RE FAT, TO ME. ME. that’s like a huge insult to me, okay? :D

• When i tell a guy/girl i don’t like them the way they like me, and they go “Oh yeah, i know, you only like white guys/girls, i’m not good enough for you *blahblahblah*…” Okay they say that because we’re asian, right? And I hang out with many white guys/girls, and like, 2 of my ex boyfriends were white, and one of my ex girlfriend was a punjabi/white mixed. but that doesn’t mean i don’t like asian guys/girls. i do. it’s just that, if i don’t feel the same way, i’m not going to lie to you, because in the end, both of us are going to end up getting hurt. Besides, what if i lied to you and said i like you back, and your right one comes along, but you’re tied down by me? Hmm? makes sense? Thats why i almost never lie about how i feel about someone, and i don’t like leading people on.

• Oh the guys/girls that always send mixed signals because they themselves cannot make up their mind on what they like, or who they want, so it’s like, so irritating. they lead you on, then lead 10 other people on, and then all 12 of you are confused, yeah that sorta thing.

• The guys/girls who are always so not confident of themselves. When you tell them you like them, they go “oh, you’re saying that just to make me feel better” or something like that. Get over yourself! If i didn’t like you, trust me, i wouldn’t bother trying to make you feel better at all baby.

• those who have sex, drugs, cigarettes and alcohol on their minds all the time. Yeah, you have cash to buy drugs, cigarettes and alcohol, and you remember me when you need to bang, but you have no time to take me out on a decent date? Yeah those kinda people? Screw them.

Day 06 - Favourite Superhero and why.

My favourite superhero would be.. GAMBIT from X-Men.

I love how he's always so cool and collected and the glint in his eye before he attacks someone is just amazing. Sure, there's the main characters like wolverine and batman that I love too, but gambit, he has that something extra.

With a Sunrise.

She insisted on winding down the windows. Said she felt free with the wind in her hair. She indeed wasn't the bitch i thought she'd be. Sure, she was not much of a looker, but now i understood why everyone seemed to feel comfortable with her, and liked her. Her character was amazing! Not to mention an amazing smile...Lost in my own thoughts, i didn't realize she was talking to me.

"Hello? Earth to Thomas? You alright there? We just missed our turn, darling." She flashed that grin of hers again.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry.. I'm so - "

"Don't be sorry. We have time, besides, i'm enjoying this!"

I grinned at her. She was so easy to talk to, very unlike other girls. She looked at me, and started singing the song that just came on the radio. It was "Marry You" by Bruno Mars. I felt my face reddening and prayed it wasn't obvious. She smiled and turned to look out the window.

"So, do you have a girlfriend, or any past ones?" She playfully asked.

"No, not right now, but i had one past one."

"Oh, why'd you leave her? Or why'd she leave you? Couldn't stand you missing turns?"

"Haha. Well, I don't really know. Maybe i wasn't good enough for her. But we grew further apart. I tried to make it work, but i guess I was never good enough for her, and it takes two hands to clap. So she left me, after 4 years of being together, oh and after that, she said i never loved her enough, but i was good on bed. And that i lavished her with gifts. Said that was all i was good for. It might sound gay, but for months, my mind didn't function properly." Until now, i thought.

Her face was creased with concern as she whispered "I'm sorry, that was so unfeeling of me to ask, and that was very evil of her. I do hope you're alright."

I told her there was nothing to worry about, that i am fine, since 4 hours ago, though i didn't tell her that. We watched the sunrise at East Coast and i sent her home, with a twinge of reluctance.

After i reached home, I charged my phone and turned it on. I had a text.

"Hey, hope you got home safe. Thanks for the wonderful night (and day) Have a good rest and buzz me when you feel like it, okay? This is Shalania, by the way."

"Hello, I just got home (: Thanks for being with someone like me for the whole night. Hope your friends wouldn't give you a hard time. Nights. Call you when I get up."

"Haha. I don't care what they say. I've got a mind of my own. Looking forward to your call. ((: NIGHTS! (well, technically, it's morning.)"

It had been so long since i last genuinely smiled. I guess she had a way with people. One thing i didn't understand was, even though she seemed to have told me quite a lot, how could someone like her, have parents like that? What was her past like? Why was she afraid to really open up? What was the facade for? I wanted to know all about it. And i would, in time to come.

When bitches arise.

I don't get it. There are so many people in the class who love ditching class all the time, and it's okay that they ditch class, but not okay that we ditched for a day? And then on top of that you call my mum. LIKE WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM? Okay, so I didn't have a stomach ache, but I couldn't possibly tell you that I ditched because it was my birthday and that I just wanted my own time off right? That would just be ridiculous, and get me into more trouble.

and what the hell is up with telling my best friend's parents that the other two of us are bad influences on her? Have you got any idea how hard you're going to make her life because her parents are going to hate us and not want her to hang out with us, and she is going to have problems convincing her parents that we're not bad influences, that we're just teenagers who ditch school from time to time?

I don't mind you shouting at us for ditching class because that's obviously our fault, but the fact that you blow this out of proportion, calling our parents, and just making it seem like you have never ditched and told a lie because you ditched. You need to stop acting so self-righteous.

And you, you couldn't keep your mouth shut could you? "Oh, she never come because today is her birthday." This is partly your fault too. If you'd keep your bloody mouth shut, nothing like this would actually happen dumbfuck. You're just a jealous back-stabbing bitch who's not happy that for once, you aren't the fucking teacher's pet.

That the teachers don't like you as much as the previous teachers did. Seriously, you think that complaining every fucking 5 minutes to the teacher that you can't draw for shit is actually going to help your fucking drawing happen? NO. it's not. Get some fucking tracing paper shit and do the tracing shit you do.

And it's sad that for this curriculum, people like me who don't actually use tracing paper, who actually draw, wouldn't be given the advantage because the rest like you can just use tracing and get equally good (or better since it's straight off copied) work.

UGHHHHH. I'm raging, at the same time, shutting down, because if my dad knows, that'll be it. i'll get hit like there's no tomorrow. I'm prepared.
Fuck yeah.

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to.

SPAIN! HAHAHA. but i lost all pictures I have of that place ):

Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have.

I have no idea. I seriously don't have any idea. LOL.

54 minutes.

Till i blow out 19 non existent candles on a non existent cake.

I wasn't looking forward to my birthday this year, but everyone is making me hyped and so very eggcited. oh well.

Day 03 - A picture of you and your friends.

VERVER.

sharimili, hidayah

not friends, but cousins, i love them Tasha, Luvy.

AND MY BIMBO GIRLS! Fayme, syaz, sabby, anisa, zakiah.

and there's alfie whom i can't find a picture of right now :D

The meaning behind your blogger name.

Charades are played by people everyday. Pretending and pretending, and always letting people guess how they really feel.
I guess "Glitter Charades" came about because 1) I love glitter a lot, and 2) i think that glitter charades are just a nicer way of saying "I feel like fuck but i'm going to pretend i'm all rainbows and butterflies." So yeah. that's how it came about :|

Chapter 1 - She's a bitch!

(I was getting a story out of this for sometime, and then i kinda lost interest)

(SHALANIA)

Young Allie: [lying in the middle of the street] what happens if a car comes?
Young Noah: We die.

He was sitting in a corner, oblivious of everyone around him. Somehow, I was drawn to him. Perhaps it was a physical attraction, but I know it was a lot more than that. He looked so vulnerable, so fragile. I was afraid to touch him, so I squatted down in front of him.

My name’s Shalania Naidu. I’m half Chinese, and half Indian. People say it’s called “Chindian”. And I’ll be 18 this year. Contrary to popular belief, I am a girl. Not a guy. Life has its ups and downs. Mine just has more downs, than ups. Sometimes, I feel life squeezes every ounce of what it gives to me, from me, and other times, I just wish I were a bird and could fly, fly from all this hurt and pain. But as they say “If you’re going through hell, keep going.” And that’s what I’m doing. I’m not sure if that piece of advice actually works, but I’m trying it out. Hopefully it does. In the long run, I guess.


“Hey! My name’s Shalania. What’s yours?”

I was treated by silence. Never in my whole life, had anyone ever not spoken to me, or ignored me as completely as he did. I mean come on. Is it so hard to answer me? Hasn’t anyone told him that not speaking to someone who talks to you, is just completely and utterly rude? Or is he deaf? I mean, if he is deaf, then I can totally understand the lack of reply, but the fact that his eyes darted towards me and back makes me feel that he isn’t deaf and that he actually heard me. So could someone please tell me why he isn’t replying me? it’s not as if I’m some mean bitch out to rip his heart out and have it for supper with a glass of Long Island Tea.

“Erm, hello? Mind telling me your name, at the very least? I don’t bite, you know. I’ve never seen you in my school before. Where do you live? How do you know Aaron? By the way, I have Athazagoraphobia; it’s the fear of being forgotten, in case you didn’t know. So I have to talk. I talk all the time. And I talk too much. Like now. You probably think I’m really annoying but at least answer me. I’m so sick of my usual crowd and you looked like you could use some company. I’m Aaron’s classmate. Cool party, eh? Trust Aaron to be able to throw such a fabulous party. I’m doing my O’Levels this year, for the second time, and my parents are giving me a pretty hard time because of that. I come from a mixed heritage. You? Why won’t you answer me?”

“Bradley, eighteen, and I do not go to school here. Not in this country, at least. But if you must know, I don’t live in Singapore, and I’m here on vacation, for about two months. That enough information for you, little miss popular and must know-it-all?” His voice was barely audible over the loud music and screaming giggling girls.

I’m not surprised he said that. I’m not denying it, I’m a pretty sociable person. A social butterfly. Whatever it is they call it. But it doesn’t give him the right to label me, right? Fine, I’m friendly, it doesn’t mean I’m happy. It could be the fact that I’m just blocking out all the drama in my life. Oh wait, could isn’t right, because it is real. The drama in my life, I mean. And how was I supposed to know that he doesn’t live in Singapore. Fine he looks white, but his eyes are Asian, so I’m guessing he’s a Eurasian, but how dare he treat me like that! I was just trying to be nice. What does he think I am? 5? So much for trying. Way to go Shalania. Haven’t you learnt enough that not everyone wants to talk to you and not everyone actually likes you at all?


That’s a real friendly guy, I thought sarcastically. Damn me for trying to be friendly to the “emo” in the corner, in which if my friends saw they’d probably ridicule me. To think I even bothered trying! I took a deep breath and started to stand up and walk away. It wasn’t worth it. I was fuming, and I had anger management problems before and had to go and see a damn shrink. So beating this guy’s gut out was probably not a very good idea at the moment, so I clenched my fists and whirled around, trying to keep my temper in check and walk away. I just started counting to ten when he started talking again.

“Sorry if I sounded too harsh. It’s just that you’re so popular and so cheerful and bubbly all the time, and everyone loves you! I’m just jealous.” He gushed in an attempt to make me stay. Stay I did, alright.

I snorted. “Me? Cheerful, bubbly and all? Hah! You have no fucking idea what family life is like for me. Oh, and for your information, how would I even know you’re not from Singapore? I’m not a fucking mind-reader you know. I mean, you wouldn’t even talk to me. I assumed you must have been from my school or something because, if you haven’t realized, everyone here is from my school. And you don’t even know me, so you might want to quit with the judging, and get on with knowing the facts.” I could see her was curious to know what kind of family could someone as sociable as me have. What kind of bad family, to put it simply.

Okay, I exaggerated. My family isn’t bad. Not in the “Gossip Girl – Bart Bass doesn’t love Chuck Bass enough” kind of way, but “bad” in a very ordinary way. No drama, well, a little drama, but definitely not as intense as those seen on the television. I never in my life really opened up to anyone. Everyone only saw my happy side. Sure I had a best friend, but we rarely had time to meet, and it’s no one’s fault. We’re pretty busy with our own lives, so even though she knew quite a lot about me, it was different. I know her for five years now, but this guy? Barely an hour. So what is this all about? Why do I have the uncanny urge to open my mouth and vomit out whatever I’m feeling? It’s not as if I’m the “tell you my whole life story during the first hour I know you” sort of person. Call it a magnetic pull, or fate. But I just had to slide down next to him and tell him all about me. Well, almost everything. I mean, I AM popular. What’s to say this guy isn’t the biggest gossip around here? Oh the irony, since it’s actually a guy I’m talking about.

So I sat down beside him, and amidst all that noise, told him a little about my family life. About my dad, and how his temper and unusually big mouth usually irritates everyone and pisses them off, and how he really needed to tone down a little now that he’s more than half a century old. I told him about my mum and how much she goes through with all of us throwing all our burdens on her even though we know she has enough to worry about, about how when we lose our tempers, she’s the first one we attack even though words really hurt her but how we can’t help it in a fit of anger, and how I’m trying to change that and be a little more understanding towards her. About angel, my seven year old sister who isn’t really what I’d call an angel or anything like that, on how a lot of things fall on my responsibility when it comes to her. About Kevin, my brother, who I’m pretty close to, but isn’t really around much, doesn’t help around much, and has a temper as nasty as my dad’s. I told him a lot of surface stuff, not really my innermost; he didn’t need to know any of that just yet. Or ever, really.

I talked, while he listened. Soon, though, the party was over and he shyly asked if I wanted to take a walk with him, then a drive in his car. I agreed. Naturally, my friends guffawed when I told them I was hitching a ride with Bradley.

Some people might think my friends are jackasses, but its fine, because I totally agree with them. It’s just that sometimes, they go too far, and cross the limits. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends to the core. I just don’t think it’s nice of them to laugh at people who aren’t like them, or us. I think a lot of us think our friends are jackasses, but because they are our friends, we choose to look past that and try to look on the Brightside of everything. Also, we look pass their mediocre teasing of us because we know that, if put in their shoes, we would have done the same thing, right? But well, right now I was regretting being a bitch to them sometimes, because like they say, karma’s a bitch.


In between the smirks and laughter, Nathan panted, out of breath from laughing and managed to throw out these words, “What is someone like you doing with someone like him?”

Yes, that’s Nathan. Arrogant, impulsive bastard. But he’s a good friend when we need him, and I love him for that, but it doesn’t mean I don’t feel like wiping that smile off his face. Instead of doing that, I breathed deeply, as how Sasha taught me, and counted to ten. Okay, that’s a lie. I was having a really graphic image of grounding him into dust with my Ferragamo heels. I can’t believe everyone’s laughing! I’m the only damn reason why these idiots were even invited to this exclusive party in the first place, and now they’re being so darn annoying. Sigh, human nature.

“They ridiculed you, didn’t they?” Bradley asked, in a cool, dignified tone. I just flashed him a smile and said they were just being assholes. I felt embarrassed for my friends as someone like Nathan was so much more refined than them.

Now that I was actually walking alongside him, I noticed how tall he actually is. Probably around 1.9m tall? And he looked really buff, like he did some extreme sport in school or something. And now that I’m actually looking at him without nightlights and ultra violet lights and noise and smoke, he is actually cute! More than cute. This guy, was made for sin.


We walked from Boat Quay, all the way to Wheelock place where his car was parked. It was a long walk, but we barely noticed, as we enjoyed each others’ company and did not realize how far we’d walked. He seemed embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, making you walk such a distance. I deliberately parked my car further, so I wouldn’t be tempted to drink too much. Your feet must be hurting quite a bit, with heels like those.”

I told him I didn’t mind, that I didn’t realize that we walked so far, and that my feet weren’t hurting because I had such good company. I told him it was different talking to him, and I liked different. I was touched that he realized that my heels could have been hurting me, because not many people would have noticed.

“Where do you want to go? It was nice talking to you too, Shalania.”

“Before I decide, can I call you Brad? Anyway…East Coast would be too inconvenient, right? Since I stay in the west…and you stay…in the west, too, right? So let’s go - “

“Okay, Brad is perfectly fine. To the beach it is! Come on, I’m driving. How bad can it be?”

I grinned at him. This was one of the few times I felt truly happy. It was a wonderful feeling. We got into the car.

Day 01- A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself.

1. I can be pretty superficial at times, even though i'm not pretty :|
2. I absolutely love guys with tattoos.
3. I play soccer.
4. Arts is a passion for me.
5. I don't like love.
6. I have a lot of friends, but only trust a few.
7. I love accessories, clothes and heels.
8. I can't walk in heels, even though I always try to pull it off.
9. I don't like guys with moustache.
10. When I love someone, I give him my all.
11. I love technology, most of the time.
12. I have a lot of eye candies, most of them only look good from far.
13. I'm not a big fan of the colour pink.
14. I'm an iPhone girl who wants a Blackberry.
15. I talk a lot.
    

30 day challenge.

Since this blog is kind of dead, and until I have the inspiration to really blog something eccentric like I do, I shall do this:

Day 01-A recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself

Day 02- The meaning behind your Tumblr blogger name

Day 03- A picture of you and your friends

Day 04- A habit that you wish you didn’t have

Day 05- A picture of somewhere you’ve been to

Day 06- Favorite super hero and why

Day 07- A picture of someone/something that has the biggest impact on you

Day 08- Short term goals for this month and why

Day 09- Something you’re proud of in the past few days

Day 10- Songs you listen to when you are Happy, Sad, Bored, Hyped, Mad

Day 11- Another picture of you and your friends.

Day 12- Your passion.

Day 13- A letter to someone who has hurt you recently

Day 14- A picture of you and your family

Day 15- Put your iPod on shuffle: First 10 songs that play

Day 16- Another picture of yourself

Day 17- Someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why

Day 18- Plans/dreams/goals you have

Day 19- Nicknames you have; why do you have them

Day 20- Someone you see yourself marrying/being with in the future

Day 21- A picture of something that makes you happy

Day 22- What makes you different from everyone else

Day 23- Something you crave for a lot

Day 24- A letter to your parents

Day 25- What I would find in your bag

Day 26- What you think about your friends

Day 27- Why are you doing this 30 day challenge.

Day 28- A picture of you last year and now, how have you changed since then?

Day 29- In this past month, what have you learned

Day 30- Who are you?