Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Perfect is never enough.
This holiday, I gave extra attention back on my favourite past times such as watching movies (be it on dvd or vcd), reading books and magazines, downloading extensive season's episode of the OC, One Tree Hill... ahh... the joys of having nothing better to do. It also reaffirms the fact that everytime I do such hobbies, I am having a great time in my holidays, and I learnt something out from every movie I watched.
Last sunday I watched Stepford's Wives, which is way long overdued since I couldn't seem to catch it during the hectic schedules I have back in school. I was utterly disappointed actually, as I wanted to watch the Notebook more than that show lah. But don't know why that video shop doesn't have the Notebook. But at least, wow, that stepford wives show was boy oh boy, interesting. I don't think I'm gonna dwell on the storyline because you peeps can go
Yahoo and type "Stepford Wives" and click on the very first search result for detail synopsis about the show. Hah.
It taught me to realise that being perfect is not right. We will never be contented with what we have because we crave for something better. Give me Swensen's Sticky Chewy Chocolate, and I'll want Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie. We want a loving boyfriend who gives you 100% attention and listens and hangs onto every single word you say, we expect them to speak intelligently and sound like every other girlfriend of yours will be saying "Oh, he's very good to you, he's perfect for you!" But in reality, women just have a problem with men. We're all born uniquely different! We have a mentality that he should not sound aloof when they speak to our parents, for we all want our family to adore him. We want him to buy you a gift suddenly out of surprise because he heard you mentioning "Oh I'm gonna buy this if I've the money..." Likewise, the men themselves have their inner desires and wants from us. They'll want us to be the good ol' girly woman who wears bloody attractive and showing all legs and cleavage for other men who take a glance at you thinking "Boy that man's so lucky to have such a sexy tight ass for a girlfriend." They'll expect us women to be all condescending and nice saying "Anything is fine honey, we can eat anything you like." And put up with the smelly smokey hawker centre ordinary fare we eat cause they bloody have no money left in the bank accounts. Well, we don't see our men complaining so much have we?
It's high time we start thinking positively that wanting a perfect partner in life is hardly possible. However, we can always start hoping our current partner as the one who can make you happy, that he'll be dependable on, or that he does other matters that other men can't do (eg. listens to your grouses and tries his damn best to cheer u up). For men, we can start seeing the sweet little things their women can do, (eg. handmade cookies or sweet messages to your mobile phones). Women will always have a ear for you, they can even stop shopping for a day and do the things you like, aiyo that's very good already okay somemore now GREAT SINGAPORE SALE leh. I mean cmon, I'm sure there's a positive thing in everyone, or even everything we buy! haha any chocolate icecream is bound to keep me delirious and high from joy after eating, doesn't matter what it is!
Yeah, I'm heading for a holiday, byeeeeee!!!
Thursday, May 26, 2005
It's final, confirmed plus chop stamp ah!
Thank you folks, all readers for your kind words to make me feel better. I've recovered since the next day with a swollen buncha eyes, pimply face, and I realised, *GASP* that I've to take a passport size picture for my matriculation for NUS.
Yes, I took bloody long to announced this, but I just accepted the school today, and I think the school will be more suitable to my character than SMU, which is branded more outgoing and expect a student who will be loud, and daring to speak regardless of where they are, what they do. I'm definately not that kinda person they make of me during the interview, for I can pretend that I'm very bouncy like energizer bunny, or as meek as a little rat when I'm sitting with a hell lot of students in a lecture hall. In this case, SMU expects students to raise their views in the middle of the lecture hall with like 100 people in it. Forget it, I'm not that sort of person to behave that way.
How did the cold war between my mom and I went? Well, with my awful face, I started to plonk like thick makeup all over the face, covering every single pimples I can see, and my mom was the one who laughed at my lousy tryst in putting makeup and she helped me with the eyes, so thats how we got back to talking again. Whenever we have a bad setback, the best way to get back together is to move on and forget all about it, I ain't gonna bring up this episode back to my life again.
Yesterday, I watched House of Wax with mabx, and that's because no one else would want to watch the movie except us. For me it was all about looking at my handsome Chad Michael Murray, and for Mabx, she just wants to see how Paris Hilton dies. That show's pretty gross, but I find myself "ouching" at the numerous attempts of trying to kill a fella. They cut their parts with screwdrivers leh. OUCH man. Not scary one.
It's sad to see 2 of my closest frens leaving for Australia. The government ought to do something about poly graduates, not just dump them to deciding what their lives should deal with. Most of them will not be continuing their education straightaway, due to the lack of chance to get to a local uni, or simply no moolah to go overseas. These are your people too Singapore, you shouldn't ignore the less educated peeps like us and focus on the bunch who will go to JC, and will score a place in the Parliament 1 day. Sigh. I guess only when we start working will we notice the large number of foreign universities opening in Singapore. What can I say, children born from 1990s are a luckier bunch lor.
I went to catch Star Wars episode 3 last friday, just one day after the movie was released. Lucky for Paul and I, we had booked the tickets a hell lot earlier, so we had great seats, and a great theater. The movie was great, just felt very sad to see the ending lah. Since I'm such a confused nut about Star Wars till my gd ol' bf decides to influenced me to the Dark side, I've watched them in sequence-- 1, 2, and 3. Later gonna catch 4,5,6 man... It's really not bad lah, provided you are into the drama of the story and not into the army and fights lor. I don't catch much of who's fighting who, but at least the gist of it I know.
To the kitchen I go, for my drink. Tata folks.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
PMS can earn you extra buckets of tears.
Dear boys and girls, if you have a female friend who has a case of PMS which happens
regularly every month when their ovaries are ready to be released out from their system only
when they are virgins.
Please be extra careful. I am a serious case when I have PMS. Today is a day where I cannot
label as bad, rough or terrible day.
It started when I went for my part time job at the stationary store where most people should
know if you know me. Well, a few days back when my boss was out of town in malaysia I was her
stand-in. Some company we had an account with said they required 6 black arch files, and a
few others, when I sent them my goods they asked for, she asked me if she could return
6 A3 size arch files back to my shop. Fine, why not, since the delivery order has not been
confirmed as a sale until 30 days after, and I won't risk getting complained over bad service.
For my size, you will know its considered heavy and don't forget the fact that I have been
to 2 other places for delivery earlier on, since she said she returned 6 A3 size arch files,
I found the mistakes in the delivery order note, and amended, WITHOUT checking that she
indeed has placed 6 arch files in my plastic. Upon reaching back my shop, I was astonished
to find 5 arch files in my plastic! NO i didn't drop any of them, I'm sure.
I called that lady up and asked if she gave me 5 instead of the 6 she said earlier on, she
said "well i gave u all that its in my company, my designers does not want it at all since
its useless to them. I don't cheat you and its of no use to me." Wah she say until lidat,
of cos I just go ahead thinking my boss may write wrongly in her order.
Today, she's back from town, noticed the amendments, insisted that the fella that company
woman who gave me back my files had only took 5 files, and the extra 1 file was taken on
another date, which was stated on delivery order. That file was still with that woman, and
she intended no reasons to return back to us. Well, how the hell was I to know until I hear
my boss side of the story since she was the one who deal with her. My boss was so fucking
angry with me she just insulted me "Why you cancel off! Why you never check!" She left me no
chances with an explanation of my own, and I had to scream my ass off to get her to understand
my situation. Whatever it is, I cried so bad cause I was angry that she accused me of something
that I had no knowledge of doing beforehand, especially when someone wants to return
an item that they don't want DURING delivery order. I trembled, with shaked hands and
hyperventilated, I never understood why I had to tolerate her at all. 2 of my colleagues had
already quit their jobs because they experience worser and countless bad situations with her.
I held on to the job due to the long amount of years I have put in. I see her only once a week
and I thought I could tolerate her or even try and be the exceptional worker she can get along
with. Unfortunately, what was worse happened when I got home, expected family to console me,
and my mom, who's a fucking Sales Executive at Shenton Way's showroom, stated that I was dumb
to not check the items as ISO standard 9001 says "All goods return must be checked in quantity and
condition". Well fuck the fact that I do not know any rules in working for a fucking SALES job,
which is measly paid, and get much worser treatment than any other job on Earth. I'll rather be
a garbage cleaner that nobody bothers to taunt at the standard of work I deliver. And fuck the fact
that I have a mom who rather sides an outsider just because she simply knows what to expect in the
service industry. If I could collect my tears and nose dripping of water I'll surely bet with you
its more like 3 buckets full of salty tears and mucus. Please take note that I'm a worker who is
operating part time and get paid like 5 bucks per hr, and when I started working here, I never
received any instructions that stated a bunch of RULES in working for this stationary. I should be
dealing with simple tasks and not doing explicitly extra work that a regular full time should perform.
Nor do I deserve to have a set of family that have poor parenting skills and ought to get their fucking
ISO standard 7878 for parenting.
To my boss, I said to her "Go reflect on your own character, Think carefully why XXX and YYY quit within 1 year
of working with you. There's a serious problem with your communication, or your behaviour."
To my mom, I said to her "Anyone can scold me, but even my own family members can say I'm in the wrong and rather
take an outsider's point of view when I was the one who's innocent and received no proper training for a part time
sales job. " The more she taunted that our generation cannot take hardships and have poor customer service, I rebuked
back with "FUCK YOU and shut up."
I'm not ashamed to say that I am rude to them. I don't care who the mother fucker you are when I'm upset.
I know its PMS that lead me to be feeling worse, but yes, I believe when your child come to you feeling upset,
you should jolly well comfort her. Not say "You are in the wrong what!" Parenting is not easy, we human beings have
a lifetime to learn about life, I dare say all our parents are not doing a good job in teaching us, and seriously,
all my life I only feel that my parents are the one who fed me with money and food and wash the neccessities and act
like they have a house to maintain and a child to maintain thats all. When it comes to emotions, my family lacks totally.
I received no hugs since I turned 6 years old, I hold no one's hands since I learnt how to walk and not get lost easily.
PMS can never get worser than today.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Rebonded Hair of Mine
Today, on the May 12th I finally rebonded my hair. Why the word "Finally"? Cos I simply cannot stand the fact that I have to sit like 5 hours to do the damn hair, and end up looking so weird I had to hide my face from the public. But, it does provide a good effect after the treatment when my hair grows out its not that hopelessly "pong" till my frens can call me lion king. 6 months ago, after my sem 5 exams, i wanted to rebond, but decide not to do it cos i felt when FYP starts I'll probably wanna tie my hair up to get that irritating hair off my face and my vision will be clearer. Clearer vision allows you to think better I supposed. LOL.
After sem 6 results, I decided to go for it, but I realised I nid to study SAT and I was starting to like the long long long hair of mine that I can't bear to cut it. Anyways, I decided I hated it more than I liked it. So yeah, I did cut it.
I don't know how to rate their service, I think they are okay, they did what they are supposed to do, and I only can judge them based on how long my hair can tahan the straightness.
All I wanted to blog about was what I've observed at the hairstyling salon, I'm not going to name the company here, due to infringing their rights or something (
aint gonna get in trouble wif law i tell ya)
Most hairstylists are retired-ah-bengs/ah lians. I gathered that most of them wear heels at work (gee aren't they afraid of tripping over the hair they cut?), they wear heavy makeup and some even had tattoos on the wrists, legs, back, or even hip. And I overheard conversations like "eh, xx tell me tt u diao her ah, can u dun look so diao anot, ltr pple nt happi den u noe". I never knew there's inner conflicts by diao-ing in the hair salon sia. Note: not onli hairstylist lidat hor, even their ka kia like those shampoo girl oso lidat 1.
Besides that, I feel that a hair salon behaves like a clinic. Or even hospital. While I was doing my rebonding, when the treatment time is up and required a wash, my hairstylist was very particular about the texture of my hair on how soft it is and she checked so thoroughly, u'll probably imagine ur gynaecologist is checking ur public regions for STDs. :P
Later, I had hollywood treatment whereby 2 shampoo kia (why i use kia becos 1 guy 1 girl) they blow dry my hair together. Wahaha feels like I so big shot got 2 pple help me do lidat. then, later when they pull my hair straight with those irons oso got 2 pple pulling. I can tell u, imagine how it feels like 2 nurses hovering under my legs trying to check if my baby is coming out and how many centimetres dilated i am becos i can start pushing the baby out lidat. hahaha. pain okay! the way they pull and tug all the tangles of my hair.. woosh.
When my alarm sounded to indicate the treatment of the hair is done and required a wash, somebody will tell the hairstylist "Number 6 is done". As I had a number on the mirror at the top right hand side corner, don't u feel its like we have no identity just like queuing outside the clinic before the doc presses for the number next to be served? hiak hiak.
Hospital --> high class clinic
Dentist --> Middle class clinic
Salon --> Low class clinic
Anyone can disagree with me.
I don't care if you do. It's just wad i perceive after sitting for 4 hours. yes, my hair is short and straight after 240 mins.
Before the damn long hair was treated, Man i do missed it lots now i've freaking short hair now lah argh argh arghhhh....
After the damn arduous and long way to try and make the hair better, it seemed worse. but i noe it will get better when its longer! humph. pardon my cam ah, its spoilt after taking this pic. Eh the pic looks creepy lah i din dye my hair blue ok!!
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Types of men that are attractive
Before I start this entry, I would like to convince my readers that the written post may not be agreeable to you peeps, but it is written in my opinion. Even though I may have a boyfriend, it is still perfectly acceptable to discuss this topic with my fellow readers who may enjoy reading this entry as I will be talking abt MEN.
The type of men that I can give a second look at varies in their age.
We'll discuss about kids at the age of 2-4.
Boys, especially little kiddos who doesn't speak proper language are at their most attractive when they are that age. They listen to their mommies, gets their way out of trouble by crying, yet remain positive angels when they are asleep.
I admit I do abit of a blog-hopping, reading other fellow bloggers' entries that are not aware of me looking at their pictures.
This boy, in my opinion, is the most cute and handsome little boy I've ever met, it makes me die to have my own baby who will look as good as him.
Check out his long eyelashes. Holy cow that's handsome.
Credits to
Angelia Tay, his mommy who has contributed to his good genes.
As we approach this topic further, as I am no paedophile, I am not physically drawn towards children from age 5 and above. We'll discuss men at my age. Guys that are around 20 or 21 years of age can click with me. So far, I notice I have trouble talking to guys older than me by 3 to 4 years. Perhaps our zodiac signs clashed, I don't know, but it kindly explains my affinity with boys around my age. We have the same frequency when it comes to chatting, the same silliness when it comes to teasing and fighting, the chance to explore and experience different incidents that we have not come across (eg, clubbing, travelling to other countries), and to know we have a fellow companion when we are studying cos he'll most likely be doing it too. Hmm, a fine example would be:
Haha, my handsome boyfriend which kept me attracted to him for like a year and half.
Next up would be men around 26-35. At this point in time, they are rich, either have their form of transport to drive you around, and probably working so they won't have to make you go dutch with them when they date you out. Probably there's related topics to talk about, but the topics may be boring sometimes lah.
Yeah, it's the indian guy! Hah for those idiots who think I'm a bloody racist, well, indians are well-cultured and taught with great respect since young. Thus, when they work with me during ITP, whereby he's a fresh grad from NTU Comp Engineering, I have the best impression of my fellow kaki as he's kind and treats girls with respect. Much more than the regular Chinese Singaporeans aged 26-35 okay! Based on my experience in retail line, I have met more indians who are smart and speaks with eloquence and are very much a perfect gentlemen. Thus, they deserve extra attention from chinese girls now! Hehe, now we know where the inter-racial marriages came about. But BUT BUT, sorry lah, this guy is attached with a very gorgeous girlfriend already. I've met her before, and I tell u ah, she's more chio than Denise Keller hor!
So tiring, next up would be Hiak hiak, the old men aged 70-80 and above. I think some of my friends do know how much respect I have for old men, and a soft spot in me happens whenever I see old men pottering around the streets selling tissues. If they look very pitiful and handsome too, I sure will buy 1. Haha most of you will wonder why I never include my dad, that is because he's not handsome lor, and he's always scolding me for no apparent good reason and he's probably one of those slackers who sits in kopitiam and let stupid china women lure him. Which I hope, will not happen!! :D
One great men that I will be attracted to would be,
Lee Kuan Yew!! Yesh, no matter how old he is, he speaks with logic, he's still the great guy who helped Singapore gained independence, and he's good looking as he grew even older don't you think?
Our late former president Wee Kim Wee also very good looking one leh. He used to be the only guy I stare at when I was in primary 1 and 2 during assembly cause I simply don't understand what the teachers were announcing or talking about. He was the kind of men I stare at and tot to myself " Is he God? He looks so serene and kind ". Up till today I still think he looks like a down to earth and friendly man. Rest in peace, President Wee.
Okayyy, on the better side, there are loads of caucasian men that I will take a second look at. They are always gorgeous and have such a great great bod
(not to mention their sexuality is good to the max lah). If you need to have a look at them, just go to Orchard Road lor, all of them to me are hunks and cute looking.
BUT, in my opinion, only such men who looks like this will get me gawking at them:
Chad Michael Murray is cute, just because he looks like my number one favourite man, David Beckcam.
So freaking similar eh?
Okay, that's it. Goodbye folks! I have to study my SAT which leaves me only 2 days before the paper and I haven even studied a piece of shit at all. SMU already accepted me, so why the heck should I study it?
12:30 PM