Tuesday, May 31, 2005

lesson #176: a simple mind game

A beats B
B beats C
Therefore A beats C


Does that claim sound valid? I thought it did, but then I found its counter-example: the simple concept of the scissors-paper-stone game.


Let paper = A, stone = B, and scissors = C.


The claim becomes thus:
Paper beats stone
Stone beats scissors
Therefore paper beats scissors


Totally non-commonsensical, right? Either the claim or the scissors-paper-stone concept is invalid. And in the face of such non-conclusive situation, Analytical Skills has taught us to conclude invalidity. Therefore both theories are invalid. Now didn't that just rock your world or what.


Since we're on the mind-gaming craze here, let's talk about the other mind game. Otherwise popularly known as relationships. I think I've reached a point where I don't really bother about being chatty with guys anymore. For example, I became totally grossed out when a guy, on MSN, (he shall be known as Skinny Bucktoothed Beaver, because he looks like one) gave me a lurid reply to my innocent chat about fruits, bananas in particular. A younger (and dumber version) of me would have responded in kind, foolishly hoping that Mr SBB would turn out to be Mr Prince Charming. The younger and dumber me would then discover that Mr SBB would only ever turn out to be Mr Perverted Loser SBB, especially if the younger and dumber me had been around to read his further comments about being a tripod, and then his questions about whether I love eating bananas.


That, my darlings, is why I'm hardly on MSN nowadays. I've blocked him, but the mental trauma is still there, so I won't be able to face MSN for a while. Oddly enough his effect on my liking of bananas is less acute, because I can still eat three banana fritters at a go (with some help from G's huge mouth, which helped me consume roughly one of the banana fritters).


And you know what? I stared at the screen for ages before typing this paragraph that I'm typing now, because I was contemplating whether I should ruin this perfectly good entry with a bitchy comment, because my whole self is just so itching to write this one little thing down, and that one little thing just happened to be bitchy. I know VVVV would just love to see something bitchy over here, but VVVV isn't around at the moment and so I've lost my only audience.


Eh, fuck that. I'm gonna write it down. My dear girl, you are much too young, much too fat, and much too ugly. You can't dance, you definitely can't carry off having an attitude, and did Kermit The Frog teach you how to put on make-up? I think that rather than being seen in your wardrobe, I'd rather burn the whole fashionable (la la la...) collection down and walk around naked. So what are you doing trespassing on my property? I've said it before and I'll say it again, especially for YOU - I don't share my boys with ugly girls. Capisce?

Sunday, May 29, 2005

lesson #177: i bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow

I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
Watch the stars crash in the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren't you here with me
Tonight


Someday we'll know if love can move a mountain
Someday we'll know why the sky is blue
Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for you


One of my fave songs of all time! Someday We'll Know, the version sang by Mandy Moore and Jonathan Foreman. It's part of A Walk To Remember soundtrack, and I have to say I love most of the songs in the soundtrack, which includes Dancing In The Moonlight and Dare You To Move.


Went to Rav last night, which has lovely decor (love the glowy red theme), estimably nice music (once the DJ stopped his retro fiesta), and urm... ambiance? Well OK the ambiance wasn't really there. As Jing pointed out, most of the people around were those who's forever trying to 'act stylo'. And there were so many guys around it felt like gay night.


Anyway, the night started off slow so Jing and I went for a walk. If people pub-hop, then we pub-walked yesterday, basically just getting a glimpse of each pub / bar and then moving on. On the way, we were stopped by a freakish Caucasian man , which shall be known as FCM. Here's how the convo went.


FCM: Excuse me ladies! Do you know of any good place to go? It's so boring these days around here!
Jing: Uhh... a good place?
Me: Umm... you can try EskiBar? (we both pointed to the bar just right across, which we'd seen was filled with expats and was packed to the core.)
FCM: Oh, no no no no no! I don't want just a place filled with people. I want quality.
Me: (gave Jing a look)
Jing: I don't know... just try any place around here?
FCM: (freakishly pointed at us) And girls like you guys will be there, right?
Jing: No.
FCM: (mimicks high-pitched girl voice) Oh, no, really! You sure??
Jing: Ya. Sorry, we have to go now.


Then we just scurried off the place, and after a couple of steps we burst into cackles, and that was that. Anyway, I wasn't so polite later on. After people had started dancing at the club (which didn't happen 'til past midnight), we went up to the podium and not long after this guy came up too and pulled me aside and asked, "Do you wanna dance with us?" So I replied him without hesitation, "Not really." Was trying to act all serious but I caught Jing's eyes and couldn't help laughing. Needless to say, the poor guy went down from the podium after that. Worst thing is he seemed to be a friend of a friend of Jing.


Even though it wasn't a fantastic night, I liked the DJ. There was a point in time when Jing and I just sat by the podium waiting for a nice song to come on, then the DJ told the small crowd to make some noise to urge us to 'perform'. And he did say perform, which made me feel weird but, whatever. I love being in the limelight. Later on, there were guys surrounding us on stage and the DJ commented, "Would someone teach the guys on stage how to dance?" I liked him even more when I went down from the podium, typed an SMS, and then walked over to the DJ to show it. I requested BEP's Don't Phunk With My Heart. He played it almost immediately! Now that's what I call good customer service. Should have requested Headsprung for Jing as well!


That's it about last night. I'm gonna miss my babe! She's flying out to Sri Lanka in just a few hours. We'll try to hold a Bitch Club meeting as soon as you come back, k!


Coincidentally, G's going to reservist and is very sad. I think he regretted not having spent enough time with me. And I regretted it too, but there's nothing we can do about it now. What's done is done.


Finally to end off this long essay. Went shopping for a nice pantsuit with my mum today. Tried on a size 5 blazer but it was slightly too big for me, but my mum was assuring me that it was the right size because it would 'last longer'. I asked her why a bigger size would last longer, then she told me matter-of-factly that by the time I graduate, I'd have expanded and the bigger blazer would still be able to fit. Asked her outright if she was implying I'd grow fat. She just looked at me with sad eyes and said, "You can't expect to remain this size forever."


Freak!!! A total show of lack of faith which left me disillusioned and determined to prove her wrong.

Thursday, May 26, 2005

lesson #173: people ought to put up tagboards on their blogs!

Jing and Kunz told me that they've created new blogs at almost exactly the same time. I've linked them both, so go read them and know more about the lives of my friends! See the kind of people I mix with? Isn't it no wonder that I turn out this way. Once you've read, you'll realize that there are bitchier people in this world. Haha. Just joking babes, you're all really nice people, really. Really. *long pause* Really.


Jing - did you go to the correct stall? The legendary Bedok bak chor mee stall is second from the right. (The corner stall isn't bad either, in fact I like that one too, the taste's different from the legendary stall but it's almost as nice). It may not give you mushrooms but the soup is extremely savoury.


Kunz - still need a beach/dance bag? Raffles City has a push cart stall called Bohemian Butterfly which is having up to 60% discount. The average price for a large tote is $20. As you can tell from the stall name, it sells funky bags and accessories. (Zhi - you should come down and see some of the necklaces they sell. They reminded me of you!) Esprit's tote is going for $19 each, the design's available in a few bright colours. They have orange, lime green, bold pink, red and black. The last time I checked, the Raffles City branch only has one bold pink tote left.


Anyway, I finally bought a cigar box bag! It's from Bohemian Butterfly, the stall mentioned above, and decorated with a picture of Marilyn Monroe. The shop's clearing their stock so they sold me the bag at 50% discount. Paid $24.50 for it, which I thought was really worth it. Right now on my shopping list are a nice dusty gray pantsuit ($159), and pointy covered shoes. I hope I can get my mum's sponsorship for the suit, seeing as it looks very sensible and grown-uppy. I plan to pair it with tube tops. Can't wait!


Today at work I did journal entries. At first I was complaining left and right about how boring and mindless my job is (despite being a nice change from the nightmare ex-job), keying in labor vouchers and checking and double-checking. But today I was given the opportunity to actually use my brain, and that's awesome. I used Excel to prepare the journal, as well as to allocate some overheads, and since they haven't been using formulas I have to type up the formulas for them so that in the future their work (and mine too, for the next three months) will be simplified. Also had to prepare a weekly report to be submitted to the higher-uppers. Was given these tasks because my supervisors are busy doing closing for the month. Yay! I no longer feel like a brainless doll!


PS: A freaky guy (think he's a waiter or a bellboy or something) is stalking both me and Michelle. He'll come down to my office in the afternoons after lunch hour and hang around. I came to know of this from G, who told me that the whole department knows. I feel kinda grossed out. Luckily he's ogling Michelle too, so I don't feel so squeamish.

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

lesson #174: baked under the sun

Celebrated Syd's birthday (yes, again. It was Part Two!) at Sentosa on Sunday. Spent a pretty long time at the beach, and thus I slowly but surely turned lobster red. I'm enjoying the tan I have now and cursing the formal workwear rule at the office, which has forbidden me from goading and showing off my tanlines.


Anyway, here are some pics! Can't spent too long blogging because am online now and G's angry because I'm not replying to his MSN messages fast enough.



I like this picture! Us girls posing with one of Syd's two birthday cakes. The cake she's holding in this picture was... awfully chocolate. Thick, spongy, and chocolatey. I think I had choc overload! From left to right: Mich, Kunz, me, Syd, and Fen. Fen's bikini and mine matched! Haha... I think her fringe is really nice.



We forced the boys into a Twister orgy. Am just glad G wasn't inside! Haha.



Trying to build a pyramid in the water. I wasn't very stable because the guy holding my left leg was slowly drifting away from the rest (and dragged my leg with him!), and so Kunz who was supposed to go on top only lasted there for a split-second. Ah well, even the mighty falls.



My fav shot, simply because my body looks nice in it. Haha... Grant me a selfish moment please! From left to right: Kunz, Syd, me, Fen, and Kelly (who has a really nice smile).

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Friendster message

From: Mr


Date: Friday, May 20, 2005 12:45:00 AM


Subject: hi


Message: nice to see ur profile. i am from hk and i would visit singapore on 21 may. wanna meet up and have some fun? i stay in one of the 5 star hotel in orchard rd





From: Mon


Date: Saturday, May 21, 2005 03:09:00 PM


Subject: Re: hi


Message: fuck off

lesson #172: cocco latte serves disgusting lamborghini

Gosh. Only a couple of days have passed and yet I've got so many things to tell! Don't know where to start. OK. First off, G got the job that I'll be doing too. So we'll be colleagues along with Michelle. Our title will be Accounts Assistant, how cool is that? Since we're working at lovely Raffles Hotel, duty meals will be provided. That part is nice, too. I'm looking forward to working. Really curious to know what I'll be doing, and I'll really cherish doing manual data entry after my job-agency job experience.


Secondly an old colleague from StarHub, Steven, called me up to invite me and Maggie to come to a fashion/make-up show at Mandarin Hotel on 6 June. That sounded pretty interesting, as well.


Then there's Syd's birthday. We'll be going Sentosa tomorrow. Hopefully I'll be able to get a nice tan. Must remind G to bring the straw mat that we bought during the sucky Movies By The Bay! We also celebrated her birthday at Cocco last night. To be honest, I felt quite lost in the beginning. Syd's friends are all around and the people whom I know (Mich and Vida) didn't stay around for long. I'm not saying that Syd's friends aren't friendly, because they are. But it's just not the same. I miss my best friend and clubbing mate who'll soon be going to Sri Lanka to do saintly volunteer work. Come on Jing, no matter how much good you do over there, it won't change my opinion of you. Don't deny your bitchy tendencies! Haha. Come back soon, or else I'll have to put up ads in search for a temporary lesbian partner.


Sorry, I do digress. Back to Cocco. So later on when the music changed for the better, Syd and I went up to the small podium and experimented with pole-dancing. Given it's the first time and all, I wasn't very good I think. And then our high-on-alcohol birthday girl dared me and Kunz to each seduce a guy and get him to dance on the podium near the pole with us. She went first, then Kun second, then it was my turn. Oh gosh. I was looking around searching for a decent-looking guy to pull, but couldn't find any. How come they're all so ugly?? (If you're a guy reading this who was at Cocco last night and think you're good-looking, then I didn't see you). Syd in all her gone-ness was putting pressure on me to deliver the deal, so I just gave up on the looks part and searched about for an 'easy' guy. Found one, asked him to dance with me, dragged him up to the podium, and his friends immediately started cheering and teasing him. I made small talks while dancing (didn't touch him and pretended I was engrossed in dancing so that I didn't have to look at his face) and said bye after a couple of minutes. I think I forgot to mention it was just a dare.


Came up to the podium again after a while 'cos nice music was playing (think it was Get Right) and had my second attempt at pole-dancing, this time flying solo. The swinging part was quite fun! But I probably wouldn't do it again in a long time, not the right kind of image I wanna portray.


Also had dance prac before Cocco. Nothing much to say. It was nice having Zhi around but that's about it. Eh, I'm quite sick of being placed at the back all the time, you know. Even though I know Emmelin's positioning is according to height, I can't help feeling that she's got something against me. It is an unreasonable supposition, but my heart can't help feeling it nevertheless. I'm gonna tell G to not watch the musical. I don't want him and his friends to watch it and then see me and think that my dancing sucks because my placing's at the back all of the time. I seem to complain a lot about this but it's something that can't be helped. I do have my pride and I'm also bitchy enough to show attitude during practices because of my dissatisfaction, which was exactly what I did yesterday. It might be immature but it felt darn good to release everything that's been pent up.


Quote of the day: "Whatever happens in the club, stays in the club." - Ms Kunz

Thursday, May 19, 2005

lesson #167: lucky

It has been one of those days where everything just goes right. I quitted my job at the agency in the morning without hiccups, and obtained another job a mere 9 hours later. And I'm exceptionally glad that I'm being offered the new job, because it's something that I'm really interested in. So, with luck, I'll be starting work at Raffles Hotel under payroll next Monday. This accounts experience will SO help paint rainbows in my resume! The job's basically a real score. And all thanks go to Michelle, without whom the opportunity wouldn't have existed.


I feel really blessed. Can't wait for Syd's birthday outing at Cocco tomorrow. Also wanna check out the cafe Yang was talking about. Saturday yeah? May also go for reverse bungee with G.

Tuesday, May 17, 2005

lesson #171: fancy living, here we come

Two days into the corporate world, and I'm already having a suit obsession. I wanna buy pretty-looking suits! Those blazer and pants combi in kitsch designs. A creamy white suit will look oh-so-yummy and yet still intimidating (you'll look like you're The Big Boss). And covered-toe shoes! Delicious, attitudey pumps. You know when you're wearing a solemn black blazer/pants combi and carrying a huge square black bag, the only way you can express yourself is through your shoes? Black pumps with funky stripes or ribbons. Black pumps with white polka dots. Or white pumps with a dash of baby pink. Drool.


Ironically, I hate my job.


It's true that I learned a whole lot from it. It surprises me how much I'd learned within these past two days. Have also gained so much experience and much-needed exposure into the working world.


But still, I hate it. Hate it so much that I'd rather be jobless and earning zero dollars than being super stressed out while earning peanuts.


Will have to review my options now.

Sunday, May 15, 2005

lesson #169: i would crawl into a hole except i'm claustrophobic

Do heartaches love company? I feel like a thousand shards of glass are piercing through my chest, plink-plunking around. No, nothing's wrong. Nothing bad happened between G and I. So what happened that made me feel this way? What made me feel this ache, this dull pain that is just unexplainable.


It's partly fear, I suppose.


Envy that someone else is so happy. I didn't feel so bad before but upon hearing how happiness has shone through for another person... I can't help asking, "Why not me?"


Anxiety. Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong.


Dissatisfaction. I don't want this. I don't want my days gone just like that.


It's funny how one can be surrounded by a crowd and yet still feel lonely.

Saturday, May 14, 2005

lesson #168: of two minds

I got a job after a long-winded process of interviews and shock rejection which was quickly followed by a shock pulling-back-of-rejection and then a scary interview and then a handshake and then a call about office attire.


I will have to wear... suits. In a panic I bought a plain black blazer for $69 and also a pair of plain comfy pointed black pumps. With low heels. Oh my gosh. I really am becoming a dowdy grown-up.


Attire worries aside (would I really be wearing the same suit for the next three months?), I'm suddenly having second thoughts about this job. Here's the thing. I'd be working for a job agency, basically interviewing candidates and matching them with temp jobs. It's a high-stress-level environment, with working hours from 8.30 am to 6 pm and a pay of only $6 per hour. Now I feel like the work associated with the job outweighs the pay. It's a case of the greener grass looking less green by the minute to me.


I also have fears that I won't get along with the people that I'm supposed to work with. What if I become this outcast whom nobody wants to lunch with? Then I'll have my lunch alone, crying, in a seedy Takashimaya restroom somewhere. And everytime I go to work I'll glance desperately at the clock every few seconds, willing time to pass by faster so that I can go home and curl up in bed and cry again.


Oh gosh. Now I'm really scaring myself! Brrrrr. No more job talk. Went to East Coast Park with G to eat satay just now. The satay was good! But the side dish of stingray which we ordered was... not-so-good. In fact, it was a waste of $8. I could've bought a nice boob tube with that $8. Oh well.


G bought me The Five People You Meet In Heaven in hardcover. Which was a sweet gesture but at the same time also stupid because he could've just gotten me the paperback which would have cost him half as much. But anyway, thanks G! I'm halfway through the book and so far, it's pretty engaging. And the good thing about the book is that it's pretty short and extremely easy to read, so you can just pick it up and read it on the train or wherever.


Yesterday I went to lunch with Zhi and Yang, and Yang enlightened me of the existence of a cafe where you can play board games. Sounds quite interesting! I wanna go there. I think if you go with lots of your friends, it'll be quite fun.


To finish off this completely random entry, here are some photos from E-ed's trip to Singapore.



At Suntec's Fountain of Wealth. This is my fave picture!



Later on, drunk and disorderly at Paulaner Brauhaus.



It's the next morning, and we went for a dim sum breakfast at Crystal Jade. My treat! The tea smelled weird.



Airport shot. It's time to go home now. See you again next year!

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

lesson #170: the apprentice

Having just typed out a whole paragraph about job stuff, I then decided to erase it. Everytime I blog job opp's down, they always turn out to be a failure. Maybe it's just superstitious of me, or maybe there's some greater force at work. Who knows? I'd rather keep mum than spoil my chances. Fingers crossed!


Since this particular job opportunity did not pan out, I can say it out loud here. I was almost a Heineken girl. Ha! I wish it hadn't turned out like it did, because I sort of enjoyed having imaginations of big bucks, men salivating over my Heineken ad (greenish hues, dark, shots of contoured thighs), and of course... free beer! Being a Heineken babe would have been a great way to impress beer-loving boys, too. It's just the image Heineken portrays - not the seedy type of beer. Heineken's more about quirkily sexy, a fun-loving and easy-going kind of atmosphere. Just the right image. Oh well. Too bad for me.


Does anyone own Mitch Albom's The Five People You Meet In Heaven? I feel like reading it. Flipped through the pages at Changi Airport's Times bookstore, and I thought it would be a good book to read. I think Zhi mentioned the book before but being the stubborn ass that I am, I refused to listen. When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro also looked pretty good, although it does give out the foreboding sense of being meaty and heavy-dutyish. Also saw Memoirs of a Geisha at the store. That book must be one of the most beautifully-written books I've ever read. I read it twice before and would love to read it again.


As to what I was doing at Changi Airport, more on that plus photos with E-ed on a later post.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

lesson #165: don't phunk with my heart

I can do all the phunking myself. I both hate and love it when I'm not in control. Like when the guy's giving mixed signals, and totally driving me up the wall all crazy and cuckoo, I get a mix of confusion, adrenaline rush, and curiosity. It's like the guy is a puzzle that I have to solve, and I won't quit 'til I have him. For example, the time I most want G is after a quarrel. When you end a conversation off on a bad note, and then silence follows, and then all you can do is wonder what his next move will be like without really knowing... I find him most sexy then.


So anyway, E-ed came (!) and we did some shopping. So far she hasn't gotten anything yet herself, but I've found one ivory top from Mango ($23) and a pink stripey one from Fox ($19). I also tried on a pair of Mango jeans, which was just PERFECT except that I can't button it up. So it has spurred me on to exercise and damnit I swear I'll keep trying on that pair of jeans until I can fit into it, and then once I fit into it I'm gonna buy it. The $85 pair of jeans gives me more incentive to run and do sit-ups more than a gym membership.


And then there was dance camp. Today's session was fun fun fun! We learned house and I think by the end of the session, I kinda got the rhythm of the basic move. It was just really relaxing and enjoyable. The instructor, Ryan, was soooo cute! And funny! In fact, I'd love to............. Ha. Never mind.


One of the dance workshops yesterday was held by Patrick. He used awesome music (B.E.P) and the moves totally go with the fast beat of Don't Phunk With My Heart. Fast and fierce. I LOVE the choreography. I finally realised what I had felt was missing all this time in Emix classes. I miss his kind of steps! Gosh.


Anyway, the session with Patrick reminded me of the times I went to DanceArts with Shiwei. The chemistry we felt (for an extremely short while) then. I remembered how he always wanted to kiss me on the lips, but I'd manouver my head so that his lips landed on my forehead instead. I couldn't imagine kissing him then. Him being two years younger made it kinda odd. And gross. But I wouldn't mind being kissed now. Just to try him on for size. (Disclaimer especially for G the worrywart: IF I AM SINGLE, THAT IS!) Which either means I have matured and become more open-minded, or I have turned into a sick child molester.

Friday, May 06, 2005

lesson #163: *burp*

Have just taken meds for my sore throat / coughs / potential runny nose. Totalling 6 tablets in all. I feel like a drug addict! And it got me into a weird mood. Maybe that's why I'm suddenly blogging when actually there's nothing much to blog about. G just told me over MSN that he stepped on one of Jojo's wittle pwesents. That dog of his sure poops a lot!


Am just browsing around reading acquaintances' blogs - people I know whom I'm not really close to. Feel almost like snooping, like reading their diaries without permission. Then I got to wondering whether people do the same thing with my blog. Whether strangers actually read it and start formulating thoughts about what kind of person I am. So looking back at my latest entries, I tried to read them objectively and now I realize that I criticize people and complain a lot. Maybe I'll grow up to be one of those crones who snoop around and make complaints out of thin air? How sad! And then everytime I try to flirt with my hot bodybuilder neighbour, he'd scurry off to sprinkle water over his flowers.


OK. Is this entry pointless or what? Think I'd better eat my lunch now and take more yummy delicious meds.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

lesson #160: talk to the hand

I am sick and tired of this life. Drifting in and out. My application for internship was rejected. Huh, right, whatever... Sigh. I guess I'm just not used to being rejected. Even though I was only applying for fun, laughter, and enjoyment ('cos I knew chances were slim), I'm still surprisingly feeling the disappointment.


Never mind, I can move on quite easily! Signed up under a job agency today, and tomorrow G and I are gonna try our luck at the bridal shop (haha). I'll also have kickboxing class to occupy me. In the coming days, there will be dance camp, followed by the arrival of E-ed (who'll be staying at my house for 3D/2N), followed by Tea for Two with Zhi, followed by... something else. A work interview, maybe?


And in the midst of it all, we'll have dance roughly two nights per week. BLAH. Am totally sick of dance now. I realise I only enjoy sessions when I'm pushed and challenged and therefore can learn something new. But now? I don't know, man. For example, I had a session just now, a practice for the musical. And the choreography for our item was super simple and basic as compared to the other item we witnessed. I'm not going to complain. The people-picking decision's out of our hands anyway. But what I'm going to do is declare that I'm sick of simple dance moves that do not show my full potential, dance moves that are not really fitting to my style. I have to literally drag my feet to dance sessions nowadays. There's this metaphorical giant metal ball chained to my left ankle and it takes all my willpower, and then some, to overcome the weight. I'm sick of going back to school! I'm sick sick sick of dance!


Anyway, Mambo last night... If I get started on that, I'll never stop. Let's just say fat people swaying around make bad dance-floor neighbours. Ugh. I so hate the face of that fat guy dancing with the drunk girl. I hate him so much I want to use him as a punching bag. One look at him and the word 'repulsive' comes to mind. Oh, sorry for ranting. Anyway, there're these two ugly bitches too, which I shall not speak about as I don't like to waste my time talking about ugly bitches. Let's just say they're very drama mama, but the dramatic effect was lost because they're ugly. And then there's this guy following us everywhere on the dance floor, and he wore this stripey shirt through which you can see his protruding nipples. Eeee-gawwd! Apart from those amusements, Phuture was really quite good (awesome music saved the night).

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

lesson #161: like sardines in a can

I'm carving my path out as a fortune-teller, and my first prediction is...


Ngiam ngiam ngiam... Zouk's gonna be packed as hell tonight ngiam ngiam...


I have a feeling it might come true, too. Will be going Mambo with the rest of humanity. (Sidenote: everytime I say Mambo, people always confuse it for Zouk/Mambo-Mambo and not Phuture-Mambo. Eh, honestly, I don't plan to frequent Zouk/Mambo until I'm at least 30.) But anyway, the yummy delicious sensation of sweaty arms and body parts pressing against me is kinda turning me off against the whole thing, so might just back out at the last minute and go home and play Shadow Hearts instead.


But probably not.


Eating a superbly, unbelievably, out-of-this-worldly sour mango now. I have to pause and feel my tongue every once in a while, just to make sure it's still there. When I say sour I mean s-o-u-r. You will never taste such sour mango again, because it's all inside my stomach.


Photos from Asoc dinner (no alcohol, and a buffet instead of an 8-course dinner about sums it up, I think).



I love my little pig.



Say oink, bitch!



G was much abused that night, even by Zhi!


He was feeling very sick that night. Can't tell from the pics, right? He's still recovering now, and yet he still managed to stay up 'til 3 am in the morning to create a video dedicated to me. He learned Windows Movie Maker in just 2 days! Sweet or what. And don't listen to him if he denies it, but I think he might even have had tears in his eyes when he showed me the vid! What a great display of love! (Of course, he can be a bastard too at times but right now he's lookin' good.)

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

lesson #162: my dear chinablack

Aaaah... Where the door bitches are bitchier-than-thou, the shoe rules change everyday, the prices are atrocious (no early bird! Bok bok bok!), and the R'nB only plays for 1 hour before the DJ goes into Techno Craze. Okay, so they'll play R'nB every alternate hour, so what? You can't expect people to dance for 1 hour, then waaaait, then start again after an hour has passed! I blame the crowd. Dear Chinablack-ers, I know you people DON'T like the music. So why not cooperate and boycott the dance floor with me, aye? Just stop dancing and start leaving the club. Three weeks of that and the DJ may get the hint. What you're doing now, stubbornly populating the floor when clearly the music totally sucked... it is a very disappointing attitude. A very disappointing attitude indeed.


But what do you know, eh? You're only 18. Nyaaa-haaaa!


Disclaimer: the author of this post was NEVER 18. She jumped straight from 17 to 19. She never did get into any clubbing craze. She was never picked up by army guys, and she had never checked out cute guys who turn out to be monsters in daylight.