Tuesday, May 6, 2008 . 1:42 PM

'the womanizer'

Adam walked past the coffeeshops of Geylang, where he flashed his biceps and muscle in a thin white sleeveless shirt and Bermuda shorts. Brimming full of self-confidence he wolf whistled at a scantily dressed girl talking animatedly with her friend (they both blushed.).

He jumped onto his Honda motorbike and zoomed past the girls. Back to his house from Hotel 81 (he did some deals there and a bit of XXX in rooms). The schedule: to the damned office for an offical meeting and then free play. Perhaps he would go on a buying spree and fill the storeroom with golf articles, Playboy magazines, Ipod, a new full wall plasma screen tv, a new house (?!), a new car, more crap. After all he was a rich man's son. His father was based in the U.S and he himself liked Singapore for no reason. Singapore. A little island, the size of his home back in the U.S, no good car brands, it was shit. Perhaps the only thing which caused him to remain here was the fact that he hated the U.S more than Singapore. But perhaps he would buy a house in Frace or the sea there. What was it called again? Ah, the midditerean. The wrong spelling probably, but who cared.

... Or perhaps he would go have dinner with his girlfriend of 2 months. He liked her last month but now he was losing interest rapidly. She eagerly jumped at every date though. Guess she wanted to be a fich- no, filthy rich- man's son's wife. She could order an entire house made of diamond (too se-through though) and his father would still have a billion quid left over. It wasn't as if she had no figure anyway. She was a E cup and had curves in all the right places and was a manager at some aircon company. She was outright sexy in a suit. But who cared. Adam had plenty to choose from. He dumped her, a hundred more came clamouring for his love.

He still wanted her though. She was still worth being a plaything. But soon, very soon, he would kick her out and pick another girlfriend. She was his 70th, by the way.

So he messaged her on his custom-made phone. A dinner at The Oriental today, honey? Yes, of course! I missed you so..

How ironic of him. And how big a suck-up this bitch was. Well, he decided, he would dump her today.

At dinnertime she choked on something in the rice. A ring! She smiled happily. "I, Grace Yeo, am so a rich man's wife now!!" she told everyone. They politely cpalled hands. Adam smiled sarcastically and pulled her roughly down from the chair she was standing on. He took the 7 carat diamond ring from her, took a glass of acid the waiter had brought in, and threw it in. The ring was gone in a matter of seconds. It was a fake thing.

Grace watched openmouthed. She stood there motionless. Then large tear droplets leaked out of her eyelids and she began sobbing loudly. Suddenly she slapped Adam hard on the cheek and kicked him in the crotch. While he writhed on the floor she grabbed his shirt and said to him, 'I'll be back.' The look on her face was pure hatred. Adam had no idea that Grace learnt kungfu or whatever. She didn't anyway. 'Hell hath no fury as a woman scorned.' She was the woman. And the anger was vented on Adam. Yep, she would be back. Adam grew scared for the first time in his life. But that dissapeared after he went to first a doctor and then a nightclub. Where he met his latest girlfriend. Or rather, girlfriend-to-be.