Wednesday, July 27, 2005

lesson #204: taboo!

Went for the SMU pageant audition just now. I wasn't aware that the incoming freshies are also contenders for the pageant. Saw a few pretty girls just now so chances of being in the final 5 are really zilch. Plus I don't look really nice in videos. Plus I screwed up potential brownie points by answering their question in the most politically incorrect manner.


Q: So tell us, how do your friends describe you?


A: Err.. ermhhh... (at this point in time my mind was completely blank. I can't think of anything else besides the images of going clubbing and dancing and my girls saying...) Erm, some people say that... I'm... hot?


If that's not the most self-centered answer you can think of, then I don't know what is! Argh! And the whole interview was filmed! And they're gonna watch me say, "I'm... hot?" for God knows how many times and they're gonna start falling over their chairs and laughing and laughing and laughing...


(At the moment that I'm typing this my whole face is burning red. Freak! Now that I think about it, I still can't think of any positive thing to say about myself. People say I'm stubborn. Or that I'm bitchy, or evil, or mean. Eh, surely I have some positive qualities?)


Argh! Right. If nothing else, at least I've got a couple of Carnivore vouchers out of it. Also pulled Gary into the pageant. I think he can get into the final five, judging by the looks of the pageant guys whom I've seen.


After I've finished making an ass of myself, went to Holland V to meet up with Ms VVVV and her dear boyfriend. Went to Settlers and played Blackmail, in which I was targetted because apparently I was The Evil One who kept sending thugs to beat up my opponents and causing them to land in hospitals and thus losing three turns. We played a friendlier game after that: the ever so famous Taboo! Was fun. But the boys were annoying when they started distracting us, because we couldn't think long enough while laughing! Shall put up the piccies soon.


A cause of worry: the harsh air-conditioner at my workplace has been giving my face problems. The skin's drier than usual, looks really sallow, and a mini breakout is on the way. Thankfully tomorrow is my last day so hopefully my skin will clear up soon, because I don't like pimples! Always so tempted to pop them, when I know I shouldn't. Weirdly enough the breakout's only on the right side of my face, while the left side's still relatively clean. So I look like Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde.

Sunday, July 24, 2005

lesson #210: lust

I want a Zen NEEON. I love the fact that you can change its appearance by changing the Stik-On skins. I want I want I want! Nowadays I can't live without my MP3 player, so to have one with funky designs will be just awesome. Maybe will give my dad a li'l nudge here and a li'l hint there, since my birthday will be in a couple of months anyway. Plus hopefully by that time they'd have come up with new designs. Saw on CLEO that iPod Shuffle actually has interchangable skins as well (and nicer ones at that!), but a Shuffle can only contain 1G worth of songs, which isn't that much if you think about it. Plus it only plays songs on shuffle mode, which seems a bit lacking somehow.


Went to Jitter just now and it was pretty all right. Class was challenging but not that hard to catch, so it was at a nice level for me to push myself and learn. Had the chance to spend the day with Jing, from Jitter and then on to blading at East Coast Park. Before we bladed, we spent a bit of time to talk and that was nice as well. Happy that Ms VVVV is 100%. And found out that Gary's 75%. Good enough, my chap!


Blading-wise, it was pretty fun! Today I went faster than last week, and even though I still was overtaken by 7-year-old's some of the time, an improvement is still an improvement. Will work on upslope balance next time. Am determined to master this sports! VVVV - let's aim to master it to the point of being able to dance the Jitter choreo on blades! Haha.


To you, you, you and you, Liquid Room was a pleasant experience (even though squeezy and unpleasantly bumped into some guys' bouncy tummies). Here's to another one-for-one Vodka Cranberry and Sex On The Beach! Syd - thanks for being a babe. I swear you were super nice last night! Tsk tsk. Fen - it was great seeing you, wish you aren't quitting work so soon. But I think at the rate that we're going, we'd get early termination due to the over-efficiency of a certain somebody.


Hey, don't be sad over the ex-girlfriend. I'm sure there's someone out there who has a place for you in her heart!

Sunday, July 17, 2005

lesson #205: the many faces of my boyfriend

We went to East Coast Park today to blade. Haven't bladed for 8 years! But at the end of the 2 hours renting period, I'd improved some, I think. I wanna go blading again! It was fun fun fun! Of course I didn't leave the place totally unscratched. Will be starting work at Pan Pacific Hotel tomorrow with a bruised left butt.



Went to Bedok 85 to eat the famous minced meat noodle. The Boyfriend certainly looked ecstatic!



Nice car, huh?



Well, the driver freaking stole a carpark slot from right under our noses!



Oh well, let's look pretty and forgive that smelly idiot.

Saturday, July 16, 2005

lesson #208: i'm not... nice.

Recently, I've been bugged by the feeling that the people around me seem to be so... nice. Jess will go out of her way to be friendly and smiley to everyone. Mich doesn't wanna make anyone feel bad. Gary refused his extremely rich uncle's help in paying for his laptop repair which costs $1100. Kunz will make friends in a boring party if that'll make her (hypothetical) boyfriend happy.


Why is everyone so... noble?


The worse thing is, I know for sure that I'm not nearly as nice as these people. In fact, I totally am super far from that level of niceness. And sometimes when nice people impose their level of niceness to me, it feels like I'm being chastised for not being as nice as them. Someone will suggests doing something for the benefit of others, and then I'll think that I'm unwilling to do it because I don't wanna suffer to make others happy, but then one look at these nice people and they'll give you this patronizing aura. They're silently saying, "What, you can't even sacrifice a little bit and be selfless for once? I really thought better of you!" so then if you say you don't want to, you'll be the most selfish bitch in the whole wide world. And for my case, I find it really hard to say 'no'. These nice people are my friends, and I don't want my friends to think bad of me.


But sometimes being out-of-the-way nice is just not my thing. I'm not going to succumb to social pressure anymore. Other people can go about saving the world if they want to, it's up to them. I certainly won't impose my (evil, selfish) views on them. Just don't drag me into it, because sometimes I just want to be my shallow self. I think I'm too old for such insecurities as wanting as many people as possible to like and accept me. I'm not saying it's wrong to want to be liked. Heck, who wouldn't wanna be liked by people? I'm just saying that if in the process of impressing people I have to do something which I fundamentally am not prepared to do, then I'm not going to do it. Which doesn't mean I won't feel guilty for not doing it, but I've long felt that guilt shouldn't be the main drive for doing acts of charity because then you'll be doing nice things for the wrong reasons.


Then I can honestly say that even though niceness isn't one of the shining qualities I possess, I at least have enough mettle to stand from being moulded into someone that I am not, by other people.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

lesson #206: is the floor on fire, or am i just dancing?

Am determined to register at Jitterbugs this Sunday for their Hip-Hop II class. If someone two years my junior can do it, then I can too! Studio Wu's classes are actually pretty interesting too, and cheaper. After much calculation, SW's classes are around $10 a pop while Jitterbugs' are $12. Wanna dance wanna dance wanna dance!


Might be going to Zouk on Fri. Most probably going with The Boyfriend, in an attempt to resuscitate our Clubbing Dates days. Would you believe that he asked me to be his girlfriend after Chinablack? We were all about clubbing and getting high and getting into all sorts of kicks back then. But nowadays all he wants to do is to soak his dentures and then sit in front of his computer and settle Asoc stuff. Burr!


Speaking of Asoc, we had a photoshoot for the new Asoc publication last Sunday. I was asked to model for a Personality & Industry Match article. Was wearing my lovely dove-gray blazer and posing as a banker. The Boyfriend was there too, posing as a... maintenance worker when he was supposed to be representing the IT industry. I think there was a bit of confusion regarding his roleplaying there...



The technician and me, posing with Jess the make-up artist assistant. But personally I think she's better than the make-up artist, who had wonderfully given me an utterly transvestite-ish look.



Say it with me people... T-R-A-N-N-Y.


Can't wait for work to end on Fri. After that I'll be free as a bird in the sky (until it gets shot by some random farmer).

Saturday, July 09, 2005

lesson #202: he's dumped me

Have dance potluck later. I'm supposed to get ready and meet Jess to buy ingredients for our Ultimate Fondue but I can't find the strength to move off my bed. I slept on the way to work (half-day Saturday) and on the way back, and then sat for hours on the comfy couch playing Xenosaga (stuck in one of those annoying stages with freaking huge areas and no save points in sight and now I'm raving like a games freak, which I am not). Also read a bit of Sherlock Holmes, because I love him and his character. Don't think it'll ever be possible to make a good movie out of him because he is just so complicated. Movie adaptations simplify plots and to simplify Sherlock Holmes is like taking the essence right out of him.


Shopping trip during lunchtime yesterday. Ended up at La Senza and buying 2 bras (1 yellow and 1 orange) for $10 each, and a red pair of hipster panties for $4. The panties on sale are CHEAP, I tell you. Wanna go back there and get a red bra to match the hipster! I want I want I want...


This blog entry isn't organized very well I have to admit! 'Cos feeling a little sleepy and extremely lethargic thanks to a nasty, nasty period. It cramped pretty bad yesterday. And speaking of yesterday, Raffles Hotel has officially dumped me.


I've been sick of the work there for a couple of weeks now. I totally felt underutilised. All of the brainless stuff they've got me doing are not in the least interesting. So I was silently and stealthily planning to quit in end July. But suddenly yesterday a dear higher-up approached me and speak of two words: 'early termination'. Reason was they've found a permanent staff and as such their headcount is sufficient, they can't justify me staying there to work anymore. So there she was giving me my one-week notice.


Do you know the feeling when you're with this guy and you know the relationship's not going anywhere, and then you quietly planned to break up with him, but then out of the blue HE dumped YOU first? It's just the perfect analogy for my Raffles situation. Utter irritation, I tell you! Even though you sort of get the results you've wanted in the first place, but you don't feel at all happy about it. Because you're not in control of the situation anymore.


And if you know me, I'm all about being in control. To the point of obsession.


Oh! Buggerations. Now my income's been cut short, I'm regretting all the Mango stuff I bought. Still have to do jeans alteration, re-do my hair, get Lancome duo eyeshadow, pay for dance classes, go for driving, get new comfy slippers for school, etc etc. Sigh. I suppose I could always pray for a miracle, except I haven't been going to church for a while. Not sure whether God will co-operate. If He doesn't, will have to resort to Plan B which is Asking Mum For Money. And THEN I'll have to fork out extra for an ear operation.

Friday, July 08, 2005

lesson #200: bombings aren't very nice

So. London. 40 fatalities. Somehow my personal problems don't seem to matter as much anymore. All I'm saying is, if it can happen to the land of Burberry, it can happen to all of us.


But seriously, isn't it kinda dumb? I think we've got enough natural disasters and a plethora of diseases to go around killing off humanity here. Do we really need some idiots with a morbid fascination of explosives going around making things go ka-boom on top of that? Why do you have to hurt your own kind. It's really like cutting off your nose to spite your face, because if you see the big picture, terrorism is actually pretty detrimental to human survival in the long run. It's really pretty stupid if humanity were to dwindle into nothingness because of the extreme actions of some of the humans themselves.


I think pageant queens may have got it right after all. World peace would be nice for a change.

Thursday, July 07, 2005

lesson #191: the night to be the baddest

Went Mambo last night (but of course stayed at Phuture the whole time). After work, went to Kunz's to chill and ate some superb food. Felt like I was in an exotic restaurant! Didn't know you so many variations of taste can be created out of vegs. After the gorging, went to get ready and met up with Mag and PS. Minutes into meeting up and we're already behaving like bitches! Complete with the evil laughters.


Here's what happened during the bus ride to Grand Copthorne area. There were three empty seats towards the back, but none of them are together. One space was next to a teenage boy (I think), and another was in front of it next to a lady (I think), and the other one was opposite the first seat, next to a manly uncle. The manly uncle was sitting comfortably with his legs apart so that his delicious right leg was occupying half of the empty seat. And he also positioned his sitting arch such that layers of his flab are spread out evenly. In a blink of an eye, PS has taken the first empty space, and then Mag sat herself on the second seat, leaving me with the uncle. I took one look at the space and decided to stand. Unfortunately, I caught PS's eyes at this critical moment and she burst out laughing immediately. Mag realized a second later and joined in. What mean girls we are!


Soon after that, we were powdering at Grand Copthorne and in came three lovely ladies. One of them had really hot legs. Smooth, tanned, and shapely. Unfortunately the baritone voice spoiled it all. And also the Adam's apples. We were wondering indeed what on earth they were doing in a female toilet.


For Phuture itself, I met quite a number of people I know. There's of course Fen's gang, which includes Syd, Marie, Jun, Jeremy, lots of other guys, and also Kunz and Weixuan who came later. Zhi was supposed to come but didn't! Then VVVV came, then I also sat down with Shawn for a while. I think one of the highlights of the night was playing five-ten with him, because he's the five-ten king and I managed to make him drink quite a bit. Mwahaha! Also grew to like The Horrible Zouk Long Island Tea, which must mean that I'm getting old. Besides The Horrible Zouk Long Island Tea, also drank a little bit of Bacardi, Brown Cow, White Russian, Flaming Lambo, and some of the orange juice in a jug which was supposed to contain vodka orange. After all those drinks, I was pretty high. Thankfully my friends were all around when we were dancing. In turn, danced with Mags, PS, Jun, Jing (I lost count of the number of times we kissed! We were both high), Jeremy, Kunz, and the birthday girl Fen.


VVVV was hit on by two guys. For the full blow-by-blow details, I'll leave it to her to write in her own blog. Brief summary: first one was D, this Eurasian guy who looked Malay to PS and Mag. At first I thought he was quite horny, but after comparing him with VVVV's second guy, I kinda think he's OK. I can describe the second guy in two letters: EW.


As I'm writing this, VVVV's teaching dance at NUS, still drunk from last night. Think I myself need to lie down for a while. Good night everybody. Zzz.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

lesson #195: life, or something like it

What a boring title, huh? First time I can't think of anything interesting to put as a blog post title. Oh well. I doubt anyone pay attention to titles, anyway. But I personally think they're very important. They kinda sum up whatever you're trying to say. Or at least, good titles do that. But enough about titles. So the musical is over. O-V-E-R. Phew. What a huge weight off my shoulders. For others who took part in the musical, they'll probably be feeling nostalgic right about now, but all I can think about is 'YES! My nights are free for Xenosaga 2 now!' That sounds kinda geeky really, yet also true. I might also be slightly busy coaching hip-hop back at NJC but that's yet to be confirmed.


Pictures from the musical:



Getting dolled-up backstage before the show. Mich, Kunz and me. We did our own make-up!



Shortly after the matinee show, we met up with Fen, Jess and Nicole. And also The Boyfriend, who was the bringer of that bouquet I was holding.



After everything is over... On the way back home. Took last pics of the fake eyelashes (they looked good and I was pretty unwilling to take them off, wish they were my own natural lashes!) and you can see The Boyfriend's arm to the side.


Three days of arduous waiting sometimes interrupted by dancing on stage are now over! Now back to the drudgery of work. Oh! Work is something I shall not even start on, because something annoying happened today and once I bitch I can't stop. Just like Pringles.


On an entirely different note, The Boyfriend asked me to write a lifestyle column for this new Assoc Publication thingummagick. It's a magazine called Accentuate, created especially for SMU Accountancy students. At first was going to write about nightclubs as per Jing's suggestion, but then The Boyfriend reminded me that the article has to be related to Accountancy students. Hmmm... Nightclubs, Accountancy students. Hmmmmmmmmmm...........


So now I'm writing about shopping instead. How to shop the accountant way, or something like that. But there is a slight problem associated with this topic. Writing the article would require field research *cough*, and that might turn out to be expensive.