Something To Think About... And Then Some...

Damn, I cannot get my laptop to speak louder! The volume is too soft. I can't seem to make it any louder. Hmm, is it my laptop or is it the software, who knows anymore?

Anyway, I was watching another one of those weird matchmaking programmes from China again, and the hosts had the contestants (I feel that I shouldn't call them contestants, matchmaking is serious business, but I don't know what else to call them) write out the qualities they want in the opposite sex. And these people really put their backs into it. Just watch them go at it. One girl had like 3 full pages. One of the guys was actually quite dashing, rather tanned, built like a swimmer, is actually a farmer, and I think he has a Masters in something that I cannot quite make out. Sounded like nong shang ji ye guang li ye. I don't know, I can't really decipher the accent. Hmm, imagine having a Masters and cultivating corns. Maybe his Masters is in cultivating stuffs, corn, rice, maize, barley. Cool!

Okay, so anyway, I thought about what I might write if I am the one being asked, although I don't think I will ever join a matchmaking program on TV. The camera adds 10 pounds, and I already look like I have ten thousand million cameras on me, so I would really rather not.

Alright, so here's a rough idea of what I may write, which is totally not accurate. You will see why.

a) Nice. I cannot abide someone who is mean to people, animals, insects, reptiles, you get the idea. But I do think I kinda like the bad boy types, they can be very attractive and charming. Oh the edge...

b) Tall. Preferable, but I can totally go out with someone who is shorter than me ala Victor the short acrobat. He is only up to my shoulder, but nice bod.

c) Funny and interesting. And preferably the witty kinda funny and not the weird kind. Also interesting in the sense of being deep, not I-smell-burnt-plastics kinda interesting. People die from stuffs like that. But I guess it's not really that necessary because I once liked this guy who is really boring. His favourite book is something something Economics. He calls it a "challenging read". I cannot imagine any book with the word "economics" in its title be anything but "challenging". And he is really not that funny.

d) Okay, I am getting bored, so I am not going to go on.

Hmm, basically, coming up with a list is stupid. I sincerely believe that if you are destined to be with someone, you will be. Even if he's missing an eyeball or farts when he sneezes. Oh, I know this person. So, any takers? =P

Perfect Day... lalalala...

I love having my Mum around. Even since she moved back, the fridge is always stocked with liquids. Lemonades, orange juice, iced teas, all my favourites. I am very particular about having drinks in the fridge because I am always feeling humid and thirsty. I think it's something about my body structure, I can't seem to retain water in my body, only fats and more fats. By year 2010, I am going to be the World's biggest lump of fat. Fingers crossed that I will make it to the Guiness Book of "losers who have nothing better to do but attempt things that no one really actually cares about". Anyway, my mum's also always making sure that I have food to eat whenever I am at home. Sweeeeeet!

Anyway, just watched Legally Blonde for the hundredth over time. I love this movie. I remember watching it in the cinemas twice with my friends, and watching LB2 alone and really enjoying it. Female empowerment stories are always good. Well, of course the road paves a little easier when a person is beautiful and have nice boobs. But okay, let's just concentrate on the female empowerment. It's such a feel-good movie, and I always feel like I can conquer the World after I watch the movie. Okay, so I am just going to concentrate on conquering my two essays, then Bangkok for 4 days first. That alone is ACHIEVEMENT! Hey, if a blonde can go to Law school, I can do two essays in 3 days. No sweat.

I wonder if I am a blonde at heart. According to Legally Blonde (the novel by Amanda Brown, not the movie, but what the movie is based on. Ha, don't you just love it when I try to be so clear and concise to the point of being anal?), you don't have to be blond to be a true blonde. Hmmm, so am I?

My Day Out

Ma La Huo Guo is not for people who do not take spicy food. Haha, I typed foot there and saw it in time, haha. Still, it's funny.

Anyway, I went out with Pink Army today and we went to Bugis. The initial plan was to shop a little, grab a bite and go to this place call Can Can or something. It's a nice cafeish-pubbish place where we can just sit and chit chat. In the end, don't know who suggested go eat steamboat, so okay, we walked and we walked until I cannot feel my butt anymore, we finally found a place to eat MA LA HUO GUO! Oh yes, thank the galloping deers and hopping rabbits, I can finally feel my butt and my entire spinal cord again. I hate shopping.

Luckily the place have one of those pots that can carry two kinds of soup at the same time, the ma la soup is so spicy. There were a lot of China people there and they are eating like they don't feel a thing. Damn. My tongue is still a little fuzzy, and I only ate the spicy stuffs after I pour some light soup over it. Loser!!!

After that, we took a leisurely walk from the place to City Hall, trying to cheat ourselves that we are actually losing whatever kilograms that we put on during the meal. Huijun then bought 4 slices of Chicago cheesecake from Cartel at 50% off, and we went home.

It sounds a lot milder now, but we were crazy with a lot of loud talking (mainly from me), and laughing so much until my jaw feels a little numb. Going out with the girls is always very exciting. For some reason, whenever we have a outing where a lot of us will be going, I will feel very excited. Kinda like the first time my primary school organised a trip to the zoo. It was my first time there, and I was damn excited about it. Ha, in a way, you can say that going out with the Pink Army is like going out with a zoo. HAHA. We were so damn noisy. Haha.

bandnell.com

Oh yeah!!! I finally managed to find Nell's official website, and it's BEAUTIFUL, I tell ya. It's one of the best websites I have seen in a looooonnnng time, I love it! And I finally get to know what they look like. KEWL!

Hop on there now, my dear bunnies, and get hookie on possibly the best music that has ever touched my ears. Yeah! From now on, Nell = best. I may even name one of my future kids Nell. See? It's so unisexual. Can be boy, can be girl.

Sidenote: I just discovered that marionette can mean a puppet of some sort. It gives total new meaning to the song, doesn't it? Damn I wish I know what they are singing!

Am I Really Talking About Music?

As you can see, if you can see, I have updated my small list of music there -->.
I am rather fond of this little feature, even though I know that probably no one really cares about it. But it's nice for me, so there.

Anyway, I feel the need to discuss the songs that I have selected, because, well, it's a compulsive disorder (learned this phrase from Scrubs. Just so love putting a nice phrase to something as lowly-sounding as crazy) You can see an English song, a Japanese song, two Korean songs and one Mandarin song. That means nothing, just that I like these songs. But it does kinda show how partial I am to the Koreans, eh? Not sure how that happened.

Anyway, the first song is from Michael Buble, thanks to Jasu for the song. I am not really a Buble fan, I call him Bu Bu Lei because I think it's funny, and I make fun of his hair. But this song is nice, kinda a nice song to listen to when you have nothing better to do but think about the good things in life and how much you hate your godforsaken life.

The Japanese song is just nice on the ears because I do not know what the heck they are singing about. Hmm, I love being illiterate in a certain language, because it means you have to be really creative.

The next two songs, well, I have gushed over how much I love Pia and Nell. So I won't go into it. Marionette is a nice song, and it's currently the piercing message ringtone on my mobile that scares the baby-carrots out of anyone who is near enough to me when it rings. I like to think that I helped a few sleepy nine-to-fivers wake up in the morning when they are trying to sleep on the MRT. They should be more thankful instead of giving me the evil eye. Kindness does not pay nowadays.

The last song is a personal favourite at the moment. I like this guy Nicky Lee. He's from this group called Machi, a Taiwanese rap band. I think they are really scary, they have A KID who behaves like he's an adult gangster rapper, it's quite a gruesome sight. It looks as if his clothes will eat him up anytime. Squash squash, munch munch. Slurp.

Anyway, this Nicky person is really cute, I saw him on this Taiwanese show where he's struggling to speak Mandarin, tres adorable. And the fact that he used to be fat is extremely worthy of admiration, anyone who has the discipline to shave off at least 10 kg deserves to be worshipped. I used to be eligible for that criteria until I discovered Cafe Cartel, Sakae Sushi and Pasta Mania, DAMN YOU DELICIOUS FOOD!!! DAMN YOU!!!

Flyer Lady

There is this lady who is always giving out flyers at the bus-stop where I catch the bus to my work place. And everytime I am there, she gives me a flyer. Everytime, and everytime! Why? Why?

Maybe it's because I always shove the piece of paper into my bag instead of tossing it into the dustbin which is like less than 1 metre behind her. Or maybe it's the fact that I bothered to take it from her in the first place. Who knows? But it's almost like we have a special relationship now. She extends the paper to me, I will take it, open my bag, throw it in. To be perused later.

Peruse. I like this word, it's more serious that just reading something, yet not as important as examining it. Despite the fact that it could actually be either of the two. It's a nice word.

Anyway, my mum is home, so I am gonna bounce out to the living room like a galloping little deer (galloping little deer???!!!? What's wrong with me???!!!?) to ask her how her day is. I don't really have anything to blog about today. Kinda a mild day for me. Just thought I will share my experience with Flyer Lady. Ok then. Ciao.

PS: My back is getting better, but it's still hurts like a *bleep bleep*. Ha. Bleep bleep can be anything, ok? Like maybe the sound my alarm clock makes, or... Haiya, whatever lah. I'm done.

Quizzes

Your IQ Is 115

Your Logical Intelligence is Above Average Your Verbal Intelligence is Genius Your Mathematical Intelligence is Genius Your General Knowledge is Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

You are elegant, withdrawn, and brilliant. Your mind is a weapon, able to solve any puzzle. You are also great at poking holes in arguments and common beliefs. For you, comfort and calm are very important. You tend to thrive on your own and shrug off most affection. You prefer to protect your emotions and stay strong.

The World's Shortest Personality Test

Your Hidden Talent

You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system. And while this may not seem big, it can be. It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes. You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.

What's Your Hidden Talent?

How You Life Your Life

You are honest and direct. You tell it like it is. You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you. You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many aquaintences. You have one big dream in your life, and you never lose sight of it.

How Do You Live Your Life?

Your Blogging Type Is Clever and Witty

Of all blogging types, you're the best with words. Almost every blog post you write has legendary quality. You have a perverse sense of humor and often play devil's advocate. Impatient and picky, you tend to go off on funny rants from time to time.

What's Your Blogging Personality?

Your Career Type: Artistic

You are expressive, original, and independent. Your talents lie in your artistic abilities: creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art. You would make an excellent: Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer - Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic Designer Illustrator - Musician - Sculptor The worst career options for your are conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.

What's Your Ideal Career?

You Are Not Scary

Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

How scary are you?

Oh yeah! I went a little crazy. And what's that shit about me not being scary? I am definitely sure that I am a FORCE to be reckon with.

##$!@%!#@=&

Alright! Next freaking asshole to come by my blog and leave stupid comments that have no bearing whatsoever on what I have blogged about and do not even have the least bit decency to at least address me, I am gonna shove your foot so far down your throat that you can see it come out your ass.

Well, maybe I am not capable of doing it, but just try me, it may just be something worse than that.

Dammit. I am feeling so bloody hell miserable that I am even more cranky than a whore who's getting pee burns from herpes feels when she's suffering from PMS. Go figure.

Whoever thought that it's impossible to be injured while peeing ARE WRONG! SO WRONG! DEAD WRONG! I sprained my back while peeing today, and it hurts like a son of a bitch. I know I cannot carry that off, but since I am feeling so miserable, I am trying all means of relieving the pain. A sprained back is no pinic. IT HURTS!!! While I am lying down, while I am standing up, while I am sitting down, while I am getting up. AAAAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHH. And I have a seated toilet system in my house, so it's EVERYTIME I PEE!

Never, ever scratch your toes while you pee. When you stand up too fast, and your back is not really ready for it, you end up like me. Sprained back at 22. I am having old people ailments. Yaay, how nice for me. DAMMIT!!!

Which Shakespeare Character Am I?

Rosalind - Charade
You enjoy creating a mask so people don't get to see the real you but let me tell you something, listen closley..... people will like you for what you are.

Which Shakespeare character are you?

Spelt "closely" wrongly, but OK. Hey, I like what I read.

Friends

Today I went out with my Pink Army group to celebrate Chuyun's birthday. And in turn, had to turn down two different outings, one with a bunch of colleagues and one with Desmond, Wanyee and the rest whom Desmond refused to tell me, my poly mates.

Three outings falling on the same night, I feel guilty since I did promised Pearlene that I will go and I told Desmond that I will try to go too. Without remembering that it's actually the same date, around the same time. It's kinda choosing between past, present, future, or something like that.

But when push comes to shove, I had to choose Chuyun and Pink Army. Because well, it's them. It's Pink Army, it's the girls who are like sisters to me all these years. That alone is reason enough. I do appreciate and treasure the friendships that I am fortunate enough to have, and the people who likes me enough to call me a friend, I have to say that my secondary school friends are the most important to me.

I have once said that if anyone made me choose between my secondary school friends and them, it's no contest, I will take my secondary school friends anytime. I also said once that as long as I have their friendship for the rest of my life, I am happy enough.

It's amazing that almost ten years now as friends, and I still stand by this opinion. Even though I have a lot of other good friends, who I do care about alot, Pink Army will always be top on my list.

Oh yeah!!!

Oh my gawd, Hero is A FANTASTIC MOVIE! I would pay 50 bucks or even more just to see the scene where Maggie kill that Zhang Ziyi bitch, I tell you. But alright, so I paid $2 to rent it so that I can see Donnie Yen, who is my latest intrigue, but hey, almost nothing is worth that satisfaction that I got from seeing Maggie plunge her sword into that haughty bimbo's stomach. WOOHOO!!!! YEAH! The only regret I have is that she did not do it more cruelly, like give it a few twists here and there or maybe like run it through her a few more times. Oh dear, I am a sadist. But OK!

Maggie oh Maggie, I have not idolised you all these years in vain. She has the grace and the poise of a true Asian woman. Learn something from her, stupid bitch. You might have the same surnames, but you are not even good enough to carry her spitoon for her.

//thriving

Hmmm, I seemed to have lost the blogging bug. I have no idea what to blog, and have absolutely no motivation to. But here I am.

Jasu is leaving Sistic. Looks like the group of us 4 girls is only down to 2, me and Dav. It's alright, I guess. We can still meet up. Good luck, Jasu!!!

Officially gave Sentosa the notice that I want to go back in October, and so far so good. Delvin called me today and asked if I am really interested in going back. I love working in Sentosa, I love the island, it's a really beautiful place. Even though I don't have really good friends there like I do in Sistic, I really love the feeling of being on the island. And the cute tourists don't hurt either. ^_~

Anyway, I am looking forward to going back there to work. But even if it doesn't goes through, maybe I will just go back there for fun. I know a lot of the nice places there that few visitors know. Places that only people who works there or goes there all the time know. Nice, quiet places. Haha.

Anyone want to go there with me? I make a terrific guide. =0) Registrations starts now.

I am happy...

In the short span of the last few days since I blogged the previous entry, I am suddenly happier again. It's strange. And it's definitely not PMS! I find it degrading and insulting whenever men blames everything on PMS. I for one DO NOT suffer from PMS, and I am actually more chirpy since my symbolic colour is maroon. Haha. Out of topic, anyway, as I was saying, I got happier.

I credit this to the large amount of anime I am watching, the Thailand trip, and of course, my inability to let anything bother me for too long. And also, seeing my friends making efforts in trying to meet up with me when I asked them again is quite nice.

I am very selective in making friends. I don't know why it's surprising when I say that. I don't really have that many friends if you think about it. I have a few friends in the various schools, workplaces and internet that I click with. It just so happens that my secondary school gang is big, so it seems like I have a lot of friends, but there are not many friendships that I bother to cultivate. I've lose contact with a lot of people over the years, even though I get along very well with them. Because I am lazy, and because I really give Pink Army a lot of priority.

It's not easy to explain my friendship with them, but we really have a lot of history and went through a lot of stupid, funny, crazy moments together. I will definitely be very different and less likeable (yes, I do think that I am rather likeable) if I had not known them. The way I worry when I feel like we are drifting apart does not come as a surprise to me. Everytime our group goes into a new phase of life, I worry. But it seems like we will be able to pull through.

Well, let's be really corny and shout PINK ARMY FOREVER!!!

I am finally beginning to understand something about someone I know. It's like a sudden epiphany. I think I finally get it. Ha, it's a nice feeling. =]

I am sad...

I am seriously beginning to think that all my friends are illusions. It seems like everything I try to organise something in the past two weeks, something seems to come up, and the whole thing just falls apart. Maybe it's Destiny's way of telling me that I am really alone in this World, and all the friends I have from the last ten years of my life are just figments of my imagination.

It's easy to think like that when I hardly see them or talk to them.

The last time I went out with my group, was last Friday. We met at 6 and almost everyone of them went home before 9. Everytime I try to ask any one of them to go out, they are busy or have someone else to meet, something else to do. Then I was trying to organise something today, and in the end, it was called off due to not enough participants.

Then the outing I was so looking forward to tomorrow with another group of friends, again, obstacles, obstacles, obstacles. And eventually, I called it off. It's like trying to use fragments of something to try to build another thing up. Maybe I am just a second-rate friend that people go out with when they are free, or don't have anything else better to do. It's probably my punishment for deciding years and years ago that friends are more important than family.

And another outing planned for this week is also called off because one of my friends think she actually prefers a free movie with her friend than to go out with us. We are not worth more than 9.50 tops.

Sigh. So disappointed. Despite the fact that I know I have some solid friends who I can trust no matter what happens, but if everyone takes for granted that the friendship will be strong forever without working at it, then eventually, we will all drift apart.

I don't remember the last time I actually went out with friends and enjoyed myself. Oh I do, it was more two weeks ago when we celebrated Shuen Lyn's birthday. Oh, that makes me feel so damn much better.

I am a sad, sad person. I care too much, don't I?

Wildness

I do not watch Chinese films in cinemas. When I say Chinese films, it does not just mean films in Chinese, but more towards films made by Chinese. Like Hong Kong films, China films, the works. It's not so much a rule or anything, just that I don't. I seemed to watch anything that is English, Japanese, Korean, even Thai films, everything except Chinese films.

I do not know why. After all, I am a Chinese.

But today, due to having a large amount of time on my hands, I decided to watch Seven Swords. And it was definitely a new experience. The film was done in kinda a feudal-era like setting. Mountains of soil, dirt and miles of rough, barbaric landscapes, where you see nothing but thick grains of dust. It's almost impossible not to be captivated by the raw and savage terrains captured in the movie. Even the forest looks bleak in its lushness. It's just so beautiful.

It's rather typical for a person who grew up in a City to be deeply immersed in a setting like that. To see land in all it's barren, austere wildness. This was what it was before buildings, vehicles, fake plants and greenery. Mesmerising. Simply mesmerising.

It has almost never happened before. That I look at the landscapes more than I look at the characters in a movie.

Trails Of Thoughts...

Okay! Finally finished my essay on A Doll's House. I suspect that the essay for Humanities is going to be difficult to write, but for the time being, I just want to take it easy.

Anyway, now that I have a little time, let me just yada a little about the relational aspect of my life. *sounds of gasps, amazement and shock* What's wrong? Just because I don't talk about it, and the fact that it's almost non-existence DOES NOT mean that I cannot talk about it.

What really makes a person fall for another person? Ha, trust me, this is not going to be some silly girl lamenting her neverending feelings for a guy or whatever animalistic creature that she is into. I think I am too old for that. I am going to bitch about why I cannot seem to make myself like this guy who is perfectly nice and really gets along with me. I am such a gon. No idea what that means, but it seems to fit. Something is really wrong with me, I am forever trying to grasp at things that are non-existence.

I am such a gon, gon, gon, gon.

But alas, one cannot force oneself to like another person. And after some consideration, I have decided not to open up another can of worms. I am still so working on my last can. No matter what anyone says, I cannot make myself go out with someone just because I think I am getting old and wrinkly, and that I will never ever find anyone who can actually rock my socks. Haha, this phrase sucks, but I love it all the same.

Relationships are complicated enough, I don't know exactly what or who I am looking for. But I don't think I can deal with someone who probably cares about me more than I do him. If that happens, I will probably be so miserable, and start treating him like shit. Then he will end up more hurt than if I do something about it now. It is actually entirely selfish, I will not want to sacrifice myself just to make anyone else happy. I don't think anyone can afford to be magnanimous when it comes to relationships.

Well, so that is that. I am actually relieved with my decision. I can go back to being a lazy bitch, and daydream about unimportant things all day long again. It's unhealthy when I have to think about such serious things, not very reflective of the image that I am trying to portray.

Hmm...

...what happens if you love something, but have no idea what the heck it means? Dilemma. If you love it enough, YOU FIND OUT! But how? I could just start wailing.

Well, this whole thing about liking Korean music is giving me a headache. I am really into listening to Pia and Nell at the moment. Especially Nell, their music is so beautiful, BUT WHAT ARE THEY REALLY SINGING ABOUT? I don't want to end up listening to a song that's about some half-assed idiot who loves his toilet bowl. We all know how that song went.

I just wish I can attach some sort of meaning to these songs. It was so easy when I just like a popular boyband with thousands of fans attached to their names. Videos, photos, lyrics, news, anything, you name it, I can find it. Now Pia and Nell, I still don't even know what they look like. Sigh...

PS: Hey, I just discovered that my Crista Miller, Drew Carey's girlfriend in The Drew Carey Show, is in Scrubs! I love her. She's cute. Even though I watched Scrubs before, I can't recognise her. It's amazing what a few years and a haircut can do to you. But I still love her.