Personality Test taken from Meiren Biaojie's Blog.
My results as follows:
Your view on yourself:
You are intelligent, honest and sweet. You are friendly to everybody and don't like conflict. Because you're so cheerful and fun people are naturally attracted to you and like to talk to you.
The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:
You are not looking merely for a girl/boyfriend - you are looking for your life partner. Perhaps you should be more open-minded about who you spend time with. The person you are looking for might hide their charm under their exterior.
Your readiness to commit to a relationship:
You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.
The seriousness of your love:
You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?
Your views on education
Education is less important than the real world out there, away from the classroom. Deep inside you want to start working, earning money and living on your own.
The right job for you:
You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.
How do you view success:
You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.
What are you most afraid of:
You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.
Who is your true self:
You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.
Whether if it's true, it isn't that important. But I'm sure it kept me busy for 10 mins trying to complete the test then read the conclusion...
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Smell Me.
How many times do you have the deja vu sort of feeling when there's a certain smell in the air?
Do you know our sense of smell is one of the chemical senses apart from our sense of taste?
Children can distinguish between the smell of their siblings and other children of the same age. Babies recognise their own mothers' smell and mothers recognise their own babies' smell. Emotion can be communicated by smell. Dogs and horses are very sensitive to the smell of fear in humans.
Memory and smell are intimately linked. I have walked past our own streets and the smell will actually remind me of Hong Kong or Bangkok or Shanghai. When I do, I'll recall all the times I spent in these cities. It's amazing what smells can do.
Just a trivia - Do you know our sense of smell is disabled when we're asleep which is why we're more likely to die of suffocation if a fire breaks out when we're asleep than to be awaken by the foul burnt smell? So we're all safe from farting partners, until you wake up for pee break that is.
Some scents naturally reminds us of certain people. It could be their natural odour or the combination of their bodily fluids and artificial fragrance. According to Professor Robert Winston, subtle body odours determines our choice of partners which I do not disagree because I am certainly attracted to certain people and a whiff of their smell calms me into a natural ease.
More often than not, we underestimate what our sense of smell can do to us. We actually communicate unknowingly through scents and smells.
By the way, women have been proved to be more sensitive to smell than men. Can you remember my scent?
Do you know our sense of smell is one of the chemical senses apart from our sense of taste?
Children can distinguish between the smell of their siblings and other children of the same age. Babies recognise their own mothers' smell and mothers recognise their own babies' smell. Emotion can be communicated by smell. Dogs and horses are very sensitive to the smell of fear in humans.
Memory and smell are intimately linked. I have walked past our own streets and the smell will actually remind me of Hong Kong or Bangkok or Shanghai. When I do, I'll recall all the times I spent in these cities. It's amazing what smells can do.
Just a trivia - Do you know our sense of smell is disabled when we're asleep which is why we're more likely to die of suffocation if a fire breaks out when we're asleep than to be awaken by the foul burnt smell? So we're all safe from farting partners, until you wake up for pee break that is.
Some scents naturally reminds us of certain people. It could be their natural odour or the combination of their bodily fluids and artificial fragrance. According to Professor Robert Winston, subtle body odours determines our choice of partners which I do not disagree because I am certainly attracted to certain people and a whiff of their smell calms me into a natural ease.
More often than not, we underestimate what our sense of smell can do to us. We actually communicate unknowingly through scents and smells.
By the way, women have been proved to be more sensitive to smell than men. Can you remember my scent?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Up Up And Don't Go Away
Looking at how my Comedy Boss deals with the offers and playing with the different numbers and combinations really impresses me. I can see my inexperience on him and would hope to be a great recruiter like him one day. Things are looking up. Deals that weren't moving remains still but new work are showing results and at this point in time, I can only keep all my fingers absolutely crossed. In this world, I've got to be one of the most unlucky person around but when good times like these come along, you have to admit, things can get really sweet. No matter how bitchy people around you get, you just ignore them and move on. This good luck will have to be with me for a while more in order for me to be looking at a car I want to get early next year.
This weekend, I'm going on a wakeboard frenzy starting from Friday afternoon but I've also declined a ride on Sunday or I'd go absolutely crazy and definitely poor. Too much alcohol, wakeboarding and lack of sleep don't make a very good combination. I can't wait to get my vest...
There's a new addition to the Fat Club if we still consider "Story-telling Meister" as a member. His daughter whom I've no freaking idea what's her name and when's her birthday but was invited to her full month party end of this month.
Back to work and make sure I can afford the body kit...
This weekend, I'm going on a wakeboard frenzy starting from Friday afternoon but I've also declined a ride on Sunday or I'd go absolutely crazy and definitely poor. Too much alcohol, wakeboarding and lack of sleep don't make a very good combination. I can't wait to get my vest...
There's a new addition to the Fat Club if we still consider "Story-telling Meister" as a member. His daughter whom I've no freaking idea what's her name and when's her birthday but was invited to her full month party end of this month.
Back to work and make sure I can afford the body kit...
Monday, October 29, 2007
A Letter to Little La Di Da...
When I was younger, my cousins used to bring me out on dates. Don't ask me why but I do remember some of their partners then till today. Things in the adults world may not always work out but for the few months that I've spent it with all of you, I really enjoyed myself. Like an aunt, I'd want to give you the best the world has to offer and shelter you against the evils. All of you are good kids and will definitely grow up to be fine adults. Hearing stories of your mischievous acts makes me laugh but at the same time, depresses me that I'd not be there to watch you grow up. When I first met you, you can barely talk and couldn't even greet me. The last time I saw you, you were speaking in full sentences and using words that shocked me. Thanks for all the joy you've brought me. If I ever have kids, I can only hope they can be as happy as you...
Somehow, I can still hear you sing, "Doncha..."
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Raindrops Keep Falling On My Head
Monthly meetup are common affairs for car groups/forums and has become tagged on my diaries. Today was supposed to be the meetup for 2 different car forums but somehow, closely related. The first forum meetup was at Marina South and we were supposed to do a photoshoot for one of the car magazine in Singapore.
Jewell, our dear forum owner, decided to tell the Veron that she's going to be at Marina South early. So Veron, who was nice enough to pick me up, came 45 minutes earlier than our agreed time. I panicked and left home without makeup or what so ever, bringing along my laptop thinking I'd be going to Kallang later on and I could surf the internet if I ever get bored and considering that I was planning to drop by Meiren Biaojie's place, it would be wise to lug it with me.
We arrived so early, no one else was there. Jewell hadn't even picked her friend and I believed she was still home when I called. One after another, the drivers started to come in. Unfortunately for us, so did the dark cloud. As we were arranging the cars in some weird formation, we began to feel droplets of rain falling on our head. Thunder and lightening started to terrorise us and after a few quick shots, we were running out of the place completely drenched.
Como, Haze and myself decided to indulge ourselves with a little wakeboard equipment shopping instead of proceeding to the second meetup at Kallang. The rain was so heavy and we didn't think it would go on. Well, it did. According to the forum, there was a "huge" turn up of 5-6 cars.
Anyways, saw this vest which I might go back to get it very soon. If you're planning to get me an early Christmas and birthday present, let me know, I'll give you the name of the shop and let the guy know that you're coming to pick up the tab for me. I'm too broke from the overpriced board.
It was good to be able to see the girls today after a while, er say a week? My Meiren Biaojie and my nieces and more than just my family to me. Both mother and daughters are like my sisters and bestfriends. Being with them keeps me sane and smiling. And I have to say, watching a movie in the new car may be fuel consuming but it would have been a great date... The only thing, the only guy in the car was my Dad.
Jewell, our dear forum owner, decided to tell the Veron that she's going to be at Marina South early. So Veron, who was nice enough to pick me up, came 45 minutes earlier than our agreed time. I panicked and left home without makeup or what so ever, bringing along my laptop thinking I'd be going to Kallang later on and I could surf the internet if I ever get bored and considering that I was planning to drop by Meiren Biaojie's place, it would be wise to lug it with me.
We arrived so early, no one else was there. Jewell hadn't even picked her friend and I believed she was still home when I called. One after another, the drivers started to come in. Unfortunately for us, so did the dark cloud. As we were arranging the cars in some weird formation, we began to feel droplets of rain falling on our head. Thunder and lightening started to terrorise us and after a few quick shots, we were running out of the place completely drenched.
Como, Haze and myself decided to indulge ourselves with a little wakeboard equipment shopping instead of proceeding to the second meetup at Kallang. The rain was so heavy and we didn't think it would go on. Well, it did. According to the forum, there was a "huge" turn up of 5-6 cars.
Anyways, saw this vest which I might go back to get it very soon. If you're planning to get me an early Christmas and birthday present, let me know, I'll give you the name of the shop and let the guy know that you're coming to pick up the tab for me. I'm too broke from the overpriced board.
It was good to be able to see the girls today after a while, er say a week? My Meiren Biaojie and my nieces and more than just my family to me. Both mother and daughters are like my sisters and bestfriends. Being with them keeps me sane and smiling. And I have to say, watching a movie in the new car may be fuel consuming but it would have been a great date... The only thing, the only guy in the car was my Dad.
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Grumble Grumble
You did not miss a post neither did blogspot screw up. I did not blog yesterday.
At work, I was overwhelmed by a messy offer, another one on standstill and a placement. One to start the quarter and yes, it's a little too late considering I'll be away the whole of December. I'm not performing up to mark and people around me are feeling the pressure to transfer these stresses onto me. I'm really trying my very best but it's not enough. When you have little clients, there's only so much you can do. This week alone, I've drown myself in alcohol in 3 of the nights and I'm not even counting in tonight and possibly, tomorrow.
On a Halloween evening, I shouldn't be sitting here feeling snappy about everything but I can't help it. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere and I'm just home watching bad weekend TV. (I prefer weekday programmes.) I could go out and have a drink waiting to be picked up or something but that's not how I want to lead my life but sitting here feeling all down and lonely is not helping either. Do I hate the loneliness in singlehood or do I just love being loved while in love?
I have never been really picked up by guys. Throughout our lives, undeniably, we'd have been picked up by guys at one point in time or another but they are usually unbelievably irritating and unattractive. By unattractive, I don't mean having a super oily or distorted face but rather, someone who is unable to hold a decent and intelligent conversation with you. More often than not, they can't even speak one language well, be it English or Mandarin. Very disappointing. Last night I was picked up by this English boy. I don't think I'd ever go out with him but I have to say, I felt flattered. I enjoyed the conversation, at least before I got irritated because I wanted to go back to my friends. Como reminded me that I still have some market value. I started to think, is my value that depreciated at this age. Some part of me unwillingly admitted that age is indeed catching up and my shelf life is running out. Even then, I will not let that hinder or rush me into any big decisions in life. I will walk down my journey the pace I enjoy most. Only then, I will have no major regrets.
The hangover this morning coupled with the lack of sleep, just makes it disastrous for wakeboarding. This is the first time I'm trying out at Raffles Marina in Tuas. We were bordering the Malaysian waters. The wind around that place makes it really choppy and really tough for wakeboarding. But if one can wakeboarding in choppy waters, still water is going to come as a piece of cake. However, the pressure the knees have to take to absorb the bumps from the waves worries me. Tonight could be a sleepless night with inflamed knees.
If I type anymore, I would sound disgruntled and potentially be annoying and so to prevent that, I shall go play Texas Hold'Em on Facebook.
At work, I was overwhelmed by a messy offer, another one on standstill and a placement. One to start the quarter and yes, it's a little too late considering I'll be away the whole of December. I'm not performing up to mark and people around me are feeling the pressure to transfer these stresses onto me. I'm really trying my very best but it's not enough. When you have little clients, there's only so much you can do. This week alone, I've drown myself in alcohol in 3 of the nights and I'm not even counting in tonight and possibly, tomorrow.
On a Halloween evening, I shouldn't be sitting here feeling snappy about everything but I can't help it. Everyone seemed to be going somewhere and I'm just home watching bad weekend TV. (I prefer weekday programmes.) I could go out and have a drink waiting to be picked up or something but that's not how I want to lead my life but sitting here feeling all down and lonely is not helping either. Do I hate the loneliness in singlehood or do I just love being loved while in love?
I have never been really picked up by guys. Throughout our lives, undeniably, we'd have been picked up by guys at one point in time or another but they are usually unbelievably irritating and unattractive. By unattractive, I don't mean having a super oily or distorted face but rather, someone who is unable to hold a decent and intelligent conversation with you. More often than not, they can't even speak one language well, be it English or Mandarin. Very disappointing. Last night I was picked up by this English boy. I don't think I'd ever go out with him but I have to say, I felt flattered. I enjoyed the conversation, at least before I got irritated because I wanted to go back to my friends. Como reminded me that I still have some market value. I started to think, is my value that depreciated at this age. Some part of me unwillingly admitted that age is indeed catching up and my shelf life is running out. Even then, I will not let that hinder or rush me into any big decisions in life. I will walk down my journey the pace I enjoy most. Only then, I will have no major regrets.
The hangover this morning coupled with the lack of sleep, just makes it disastrous for wakeboarding. This is the first time I'm trying out at Raffles Marina in Tuas. We were bordering the Malaysian waters. The wind around that place makes it really choppy and really tough for wakeboarding. But if one can wakeboarding in choppy waters, still water is going to come as a piece of cake. However, the pressure the knees have to take to absorb the bumps from the waves worries me. Tonight could be a sleepless night with inflamed knees.
If I type anymore, I would sound disgruntled and potentially be annoying and so to prevent that, I shall go play Texas Hold'Em on Facebook.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Screwed Up
Things haven't been very much different. I'm still being thrown around mentally on a daily basis and had a major screw up yesterday. Now they are just thinking that I'm not doing any work and is making me go crazy. I don't know how much longer I can take this despite the little one I got through today.
Last night, I worked way past the usual time and got myself a quick drink with people from yet another car forum and scooted home really quick. Dragged my tired soul to work today before the rest and now I'm faced with this mess. Total crap!
The only thing that's pushing me one would be the experiences that I'm going to gain and the potential of giving myself the better life. As much as I try really hard to perform to the satisfying mark, I need the right opportunities as well. Life is just not helping me.
Sorry if I don't sound coherent or anywhere near anything you might wanna read or even vaguely legible, my brains are just to exhausted. I need a shoulder...
Last night, I worked way past the usual time and got myself a quick drink with people from yet another car forum and scooted home really quick. Dragged my tired soul to work today before the rest and now I'm faced with this mess. Total crap!
The only thing that's pushing me one would be the experiences that I'm going to gain and the potential of giving myself the better life. As much as I try really hard to perform to the satisfying mark, I need the right opportunities as well. Life is just not helping me.
Sorry if I don't sound coherent or anywhere near anything you might wanna read or even vaguely legible, my brains are just to exhausted. I need a shoulder...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Still Missing You
Annual leave terms are our favourite part of our employment contract. (If the number is reasonable, that is.) Since I don't really go away much, I have a shitload of leaves accumulated. Technically, I don't have very many days to spare but coupled with weekends and public holidays, I will have a long stretch of leave at the end of the year. So it's been approved and I'll be out of this office for the much needed break from 17th December 2007 and will only return to work on 2nd January 2008. Let's just hope that I can afford to fly to New York.
24 October 2007 - Been a year since my Grandma passed away.
Same time last year, our faces were washed with tears and we were running around trying to get the funeral to run smoothly. Over the past year, so much has happened but there are still times I still feel that she's around. I miss her dearly and to even think that she has really left me, really upsets me. One year may seem like a long time to some but for me, it's not vaguely near sufficient to dilute the grief. Work's been stressful and all but none of those feelings are as tough to cope as to losing a loved one, the most important one. I would give up anything in the world to see her one more time. I want Grandma to know that I have a proper job now and am able to fend for myself. I want her to be proud of me that I can now help my family and my brother through all the rough times that they are going through. I want her to be happy that the bunch of cousins, we're still close and love each other deeply. (Meiren Biaojie, I want you to know that I thought of you this morning as per every other morning and I've been praying to whoever is hearing me out that you deserve a much better life and to have someone who will hug you when you are lonely and whenever I can't be there for you.)
Taken from two songs I know my cousins would know who sang them and how much it means to us.
那是谁忘了放风筝握紧一点
捡起了那年的秋天
那是我忘了将幸福握紧一点
感谢你最后的相约
等一个晴天
我们会再相见
你说了风吹我就听见
笑着说再见
就一定会再见
心晴朗就看得到永远
感觉到你还在身边
那是秋牵回忆的手温暖一点
夏天的午后
老老的歌安慰我
那首歌好象这样唱的
任性和冲动
无法控制的时候
我忘记
还有这样的歌
我以为这就是我所追求的世界
然而横冲直撞被误解被骗
是否成人的世界背后总有残缺
我怀念过去单纯美好的小幸福
好孤独
原来外婆的道理早就唱给我听
下起雨也要勇敢前进
I miss you...
24 October 2007 - Been a year since my Grandma passed away.
Same time last year, our faces were washed with tears and we were running around trying to get the funeral to run smoothly. Over the past year, so much has happened but there are still times I still feel that she's around. I miss her dearly and to even think that she has really left me, really upsets me. One year may seem like a long time to some but for me, it's not vaguely near sufficient to dilute the grief. Work's been stressful and all but none of those feelings are as tough to cope as to losing a loved one, the most important one. I would give up anything in the world to see her one more time. I want Grandma to know that I have a proper job now and am able to fend for myself. I want her to be proud of me that I can now help my family and my brother through all the rough times that they are going through. I want her to be happy that the bunch of cousins, we're still close and love each other deeply. (Meiren Biaojie, I want you to know that I thought of you this morning as per every other morning and I've been praying to whoever is hearing me out that you deserve a much better life and to have someone who will hug you when you are lonely and whenever I can't be there for you.)
Taken from two songs I know my cousins would know who sang them and how much it means to us.
那是谁忘了放风筝握紧一点
捡起了那年的秋天
那是我忘了将幸福握紧一点
感谢你最后的相约
等一个晴天
我们会再相见
你说了风吹我就听见
笑着说再见
就一定会再见
心晴朗就看得到永远
感觉到你还在身边
那是秋牵回忆的手温暖一点
夏天的午后
老老的歌安慰我
那首歌好象这样唱的
任性和冲动
无法控制的时候
我忘记
还有这样的歌
我以为这就是我所追求的世界
然而横冲直撞被误解被骗
是否成人的世界背后总有残缺
我怀念过去单纯美好的小幸福
好孤独
原来外婆的道理早就唱给我听
下起雨也要勇敢前进
I miss you...
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Hope - Just This Week...
I have got to be the sort of worker most hated by employers. Once again, I'm on MC. Please do not judge or doubt for I am genuinely sick. It's times like these that I wish I'm healthy and be back in office working my arse off. Being on MC is not exactly what I would love to do. It's miserable to stay at home or to go to town alone to see the doc. Woke up this morning, usual time set by the biological alarm. Still sniffing, went on Facebook to greet the usual folks. Everything seemed dead. Even Mr Sibeh Woo Eng Como has a packed schedule.
All I wanted was someone to have lunch with... :(
I was talking to Saabretooth this morning on how this blog has become my outlet and he reminded me that it's someone else's inlet as well. He also encouraged me to list down the great things I dream to happen this week and be pleasantly surprised. I'm skeptical if this will make me feel better or just sink me even lower. Let me try to be realistic...
- Close that big one that I've been waiting to happen for months.
- Get a big paycheck to pay off my debts & buy my ticket to NY.
- Wean off Facebook. (Just a little...)
- Have tao huay. Hot hot one.
- Do a heel side one wake jump.
- Have some time to drop by my cousin's place.
- Be asked to go on a proper date.
- Get sensibly drunk and not feel guilty about it.
- Win one mahjong session.
- Lose 3kg and stay there.
- Get a versatile and pretty dress.
- Buy some books.
And yes, someone to lunch with... Thank God for helicoptor salesmen stuck in Changi.
All I wanted was someone to have lunch with... :(
I was talking to Saabretooth this morning on how this blog has become my outlet and he reminded me that it's someone else's inlet as well. He also encouraged me to list down the great things I dream to happen this week and be pleasantly surprised. I'm skeptical if this will make me feel better or just sink me even lower. Let me try to be realistic...
- Close that big one that I've been waiting to happen for months.
- Get a big paycheck to pay off my debts & buy my ticket to NY.
- Wean off Facebook. (Just a little...)
- Have tao huay. Hot hot one.
- Do a heel side one wake jump.
- Have some time to drop by my cousin's place.
- Be asked to go on a proper date.
- Get sensibly drunk and not feel guilty about it.
- Win one mahjong session.
- Lose 3kg and stay there.
- Get a versatile and pretty dress.
- Buy some books.
And yes, someone to lunch with... Thank God for helicoptor salesmen stuck in Changi.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Rudolph
A video clip on one of out wakeboarding session. This clip shows the first ride which wasn't the better ride but as you can see, everyone in the group is improving at a tremendous speed. Thanks to CharmmyKitte for doing the video up.
For the whole day, I've been sniffing and sneezing. My nose was ultra runny and it feels like there's an endless supply of eggs in my body and they happen to break one after another and the white part will just come flowing down without being able to control it at all. My bins are filled to the brim with used tissues and I blew my nose so hard, my ears are blocked and I'm constantly high from the antihistamines I take. The excessive nose blowing is causing my nose to peel. Now, I look just like Rudolph. The rest of the face looks like it's dead and hiding the excrutiating pain from the "puah puay".
Been playing Texas Hold'Em on Facebook with bster and was telling him how sad our lives are and he had to rub it in and left me all alone there while he went to catch "House". Actually, it's kinda fun had I not been this high from Atarax (Hydroxyzine) and at 10ish, I'm already drowsy and all ready for bed.
The monsoon is here again and it's just pouring out there, day in day out. Makes a sick girl like me just wanna stay in bed. Getting cold... Perfect for snuggling.
For the whole day, I've been sniffing and sneezing. My nose was ultra runny and it feels like there's an endless supply of eggs in my body and they happen to break one after another and the white part will just come flowing down without being able to control it at all. My bins are filled to the brim with used tissues and I blew my nose so hard, my ears are blocked and I'm constantly high from the antihistamines I take. The excessive nose blowing is causing my nose to peel. Now, I look just like Rudolph. The rest of the face looks like it's dead and hiding the excrutiating pain from the "puah puay".
Been playing Texas Hold'Em on Facebook with bster and was telling him how sad our lives are and he had to rub it in and left me all alone there while he went to catch "House". Actually, it's kinda fun had I not been this high from Atarax (Hydroxyzine) and at 10ish, I'm already drowsy and all ready for bed.
The monsoon is here again and it's just pouring out there, day in day out. Makes a sick girl like me just wanna stay in bed. Getting cold... Perfect for snuggling.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Suck The Mucus In And Deal With It
Sitting in front of the notebook on a Sunday evening, sipping off my mug of steamy hot Milo and chomping down BBQ flavoured Twisties despite my sore and infected throat, reminds me of how frighteningly lonely it can get. Especially when my nasal cavities are all blocked, sneezes explode every 30 seconds and mucus flows without me being able to feel anything at all. You must be thinking how disgusting it is and just so you have an image, I'm buried under a pile of used and unused tissues, my eyes are red and watery, I'm sniffing away and can hardly breathe. Every time I blow my nose, it's ultra painful and at times, traces of blood can be spotted on the tissue. I can still remember vividly in this episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S where Monica was really sick, someone told her she's not fine if she kept saying fine as fined. I know how that feels exactly. I'm fine-d, well maybe not,
Mahjong was arranged to be played just about now but was cancelled. I have to say I was weirdly relieved as much as my hands are itching for a couple of games. However when the harsh reality cruelly reminded myself that I'm left all alone to deal with the fear of being alone all by myself just makes me wanna double click on the tear inducing Chinese songs on my iTunes and to hide behind my cold and fat comforter swallowing back the tears, stubbornly refuse to cry from obvious loneliness. But the tears seem to follow the pull of gravity more than my unconvincing and evidently weak will power. Hurhur...
Well, I can deal with tears but I can't deal with the even more blocked nose that accompanied the undesirable tears. It's times like this that makes me want that simple hug and to lie in bed, refusing to get up. The bed just feels too big for a petite girl who's vertically challenged like myself and too empty for a longing heart, longing for that warm embrace. Ok, this is getting too disgusting even for me to read... Alright, I'm all fine. I'm just sick and sick people just naturally feel cut off. I'll be fine. I know I am. I know I will be. I am fine. I am.... I really am... I... really... am... Am I?
听见别人提起你的名字
我就会脸红
一张有你合照的照片
看来看去都不厌倦
坐在寂寞了很久的窗前
不停地想念
从没有对谁的支字片语
可以读了好几百遍
像童话中的世界
如今出现在真实人生的眼前
再苦闷的时刻
也有彩虹
哪怕只是轻靠你的肩
像传说中的爱情
如今出现在真实人生的眼前
当你拥抱着我
轻轻地对我说
你会爱我到永远
我就像cinderella
等到了寻找我的他
爱情的的过程
总会有泪有挣扎
有你的温柔
我就什么都的不怕
我就像cinderella
等到了寻找我的他
等待你是我付出最甜蜜的代价
快乐的cinderella
真爱得到了回答
If only...
Mahjong was arranged to be played just about now but was cancelled. I have to say I was weirdly relieved as much as my hands are itching for a couple of games. However when the harsh reality cruelly reminded myself that I'm left all alone to deal with the fear of being alone all by myself just makes me wanna double click on the tear inducing Chinese songs on my iTunes and to hide behind my cold and fat comforter swallowing back the tears, stubbornly refuse to cry from obvious loneliness. But the tears seem to follow the pull of gravity more than my unconvincing and evidently weak will power. Hurhur...
Well, I can deal with tears but I can't deal with the even more blocked nose that accompanied the undesirable tears. It's times like this that makes me want that simple hug and to lie in bed, refusing to get up. The bed just feels too big for a petite girl who's vertically challenged like myself and too empty for a longing heart, longing for that warm embrace. Ok, this is getting too disgusting even for me to read... Alright, I'm all fine. I'm just sick and sick people just naturally feel cut off. I'll be fine. I know I am. I know I will be. I am fine. I am.... I really am... I... really... am... Am I?
听见别人提起你的名字
我就会脸红
一张有你合照的照片
看来看去都不厌倦
坐在寂寞了很久的窗前
不停地想念
从没有对谁的支字片语
可以读了好几百遍
像童话中的世界
如今出现在真实人生的眼前
再苦闷的时刻
也有彩虹
哪怕只是轻靠你的肩
像传说中的爱情
如今出现在真实人生的眼前
当你拥抱着我
轻轻地对我说
你会爱我到永远
我就像cinderella
等到了寻找我的他
爱情的的过程
总会有泪有挣扎
有你的温柔
我就什么都的不怕
我就像cinderella
等到了寻找我的他
等待你是我付出最甜蜜的代价
快乐的cinderella
真爱得到了回答
If only...
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Wakeboarding Diaries
Wakeboarding has proven to be incredibly addictive. As a victim and speaking from personal experience, withdrawal symptoms are nothing compared to being unable to ride the wakes for anytime more than a week. Some time ago, I organised a wakeboarding event for one of the car forums as a nice gesture and all of thse who went out with me the first time, was deadly hooked so the outing which was meant to be an one off event, became a regular weekly affair.
Today was one of the most enjoyable wakeboarding sessions so far. We had a good size of about 6 people in total. A little bigger than the ideal number but well, there's no perfect number for any number of hours booked and with our favourite instructor, he's really flexible with the hours. (If you're keen on taking up wakeboarding, drop me a line, I'll pass you his number. Excellent instructor.)
The most amazing improvement could be seen on Como. He could barely ride the last time and today, he's crossing the wakes. He's the perfect example to show, perseverance pays. The confidence level did played a crucial role as well. Ah Orh was a little tensed today but after managing to loosen those nerves a little, he was as good as before, if not even better. Somehow I feel that there's alot on his mind today and not merely wakeboarding stuffs. Then again, he's a happy man now since he managed to sell his OrhLulu 7 to an appreciative owner and probably loves his 22 inches.... of rims. Haze is improving very constantly and will soon be able to cross the wake without much problem. Charmmy and her Kitty were just testing out their boards and loving the times out there. For myself, not the best improvement ever but it did made me reinforce my basics and soon, I'll be able to pop the wake... Woohoo!
The addiction is poisoning this group of people so bad that they're planning and scheming to skip work just to go wakeboarding. Ridiculous! Ah hem...
Everyone's gonna be away next week so I need to find new kakis to ride so if you're keen, let me know.
Time to visit the driving range tomorrow which I've not done so since January 2005.
Today was one of the most enjoyable wakeboarding sessions so far. We had a good size of about 6 people in total. A little bigger than the ideal number but well, there's no perfect number for any number of hours booked and with our favourite instructor, he's really flexible with the hours. (If you're keen on taking up wakeboarding, drop me a line, I'll pass you his number. Excellent instructor.)
The most amazing improvement could be seen on Como. He could barely ride the last time and today, he's crossing the wakes. He's the perfect example to show, perseverance pays. The confidence level did played a crucial role as well. Ah Orh was a little tensed today but after managing to loosen those nerves a little, he was as good as before, if not even better. Somehow I feel that there's alot on his mind today and not merely wakeboarding stuffs. Then again, he's a happy man now since he managed to sell his OrhLulu 7 to an appreciative owner and probably loves his 22 inches.... of rims. Haze is improving very constantly and will soon be able to cross the wake without much problem. Charmmy and her Kitty were just testing out their boards and loving the times out there. For myself, not the best improvement ever but it did made me reinforce my basics and soon, I'll be able to pop the wake... Woohoo!
The addiction is poisoning this group of people so bad that they're planning and scheming to skip work just to go wakeboarding. Ridiculous! Ah hem...
Everyone's gonna be away next week so I need to find new kakis to ride so if you're keen, let me know.
Time to visit the driving range tomorrow which I've not done so since January 2005.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Happy Birthday Jie
It seems like yesterday that I was your Mom's flower girl and now, you're 21! For the past 21 years, we have spent priceless times laughing madly, singing totally off sync, shopping like crazy bitches, together. It's been crazy over the past year especially with my grandma, your great grandma passing on leaving all of us shattered. I still can vividly remember how we hugged and wailed when we took our last look at her. Everything seemed to have gone past in a flash and you're such a big girl now. You're making me feel old.
I may be your aunt but I can't deny that you've always been like a baby sister to me, someone whom I'd want to protect and shelter. Maybe due to our age, we seem to get along like the best of friends. I know life may seem good to you and all but you are a strong girl like your Mom and you keep everything to yourself. I don't know how much unhappiness you've gone through and will go through in life but I know you have the ability to breeze through it and you should also know, I'll always be there for you.
We will grace your party for a while before we go for our "Old Ladies" drinks at Walas. Enjoy today and laugh like you always do. Have a great year ahead.
Queer Eye From The Straight Girl
Homosexuality was the title of the post I created last night but didn't had the courage to post it because I don't really know which side of the fence I'm actually standing myself. There were varying opinions and voices on the forum and I do agree and disagree with things they say regardless of whether they are for or against homosexuality. For myself, I think i know very well that it is innate and can't be changed but on another hand, since I'm not born with a preference that is not accepted by the social norm, I wouldn't know if people are indeed born with a different set of chromosomes. Looking at countries like Thailand, it makes us believe that it's more of the environment or the upbringing and less of the inborn characteristics. Doesn't statistic show that most homosexuals "beginnings" occur in single gender schools as compared to a co-ed school? Having said that, what is wrong with homosexual relationships?
Well, according to "Muscle Tree", God did not intend for male and male, or female and female to have sexual relations. As the popular saying goes, "God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!". Society owes its continued survival to the family, founded on marriage. Men and women are given very special capability in their union coming together and be able to procreate and in Gen 1:28 of the Holy Bible, he blessed the man and the woman with the words "Be fruitful and multiply".
And speaking about legalising homosexuality unions, the inevitable consequence would be the redefinition of marriage, an institution devoid of essential reference to factors linked to heterosexuality. From the legal standpoint, marriage between a man and a woman were to be considered just one possible form of marriage, the concept of marriage would undergo a radical transformation, with grave detriment to the common good.
For me, I do not have any issues with my queer friends and on top of which, I always feel that the society should have a high level of tolerance but not necessarily acceptance. But what "Muscle Tree" really got me thinking, that this is a "foot past the door" technique and eventually, legislation is unavoidable. From there on, society might transform and lose it's meaning. I cannot disagree but neither will I agree on this. I do feel that on a certain level, homosexuality is still unavoidable and being put under the magnifying glass and blown up focusing on the evils by bad press.
I've always felt that everyone should have the basic human right to love whoever they want, regardless of their gender but unfortunately, things are not as simple. To legalise homosexuality unions, there are still so much more to be smoothen out and frankly, this will and should not be done in Singapore in the short run. We're merely the 2nd or 3rd generation from the superbly conservative Chinese who did not go through the Cultural Revolution. I don't know for sure for the other races but for the 70% of Chinese, I think we're not ready as much as some of you might think that we are.
It's better that we tread every step we take with care than to decide to legislate against the general consensus in a rush.
Well, according to "Muscle Tree", God did not intend for male and male, or female and female to have sexual relations. As the popular saying goes, "God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!". Society owes its continued survival to the family, founded on marriage. Men and women are given very special capability in their union coming together and be able to procreate and in Gen 1:28 of the Holy Bible, he blessed the man and the woman with the words "Be fruitful and multiply".
And speaking about legalising homosexuality unions, the inevitable consequence would be the redefinition of marriage, an institution devoid of essential reference to factors linked to heterosexuality. From the legal standpoint, marriage between a man and a woman were to be considered just one possible form of marriage, the concept of marriage would undergo a radical transformation, with grave detriment to the common good.
For me, I do not have any issues with my queer friends and on top of which, I always feel that the society should have a high level of tolerance but not necessarily acceptance. But what "Muscle Tree" really got me thinking, that this is a "foot past the door" technique and eventually, legislation is unavoidable. From there on, society might transform and lose it's meaning. I cannot disagree but neither will I agree on this. I do feel that on a certain level, homosexuality is still unavoidable and being put under the magnifying glass and blown up focusing on the evils by bad press.
I've always felt that everyone should have the basic human right to love whoever they want, regardless of their gender but unfortunately, things are not as simple. To legalise homosexuality unions, there are still so much more to be smoothen out and frankly, this will and should not be done in Singapore in the short run. We're merely the 2nd or 3rd generation from the superbly conservative Chinese who did not go through the Cultural Revolution. I don't know for sure for the other races but for the 70% of Chinese, I think we're not ready as much as some of you might think that we are.
It's better that we tread every step we take with care than to decide to legislate against the general consensus in a rush.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
What The Modern Woman Wants by Amanda Chong
SirDucer sent me this email last night and I wanted to share this with all of you. Was thinking of sending to FS Guru but thought, wth, I'll just blog this. Very well written essay by this home grown 15 year old, Amanda Chong from non other than the top school in Singapore, Raffles Girls' School.
Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- to 18-year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries.
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants, focused on the conflict in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-versus-West struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,' said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a lawyer and a politician. (SnugLoft: Once she learns of the reality of being a lawyer, she's going to regret it. It is not going to be what she dreams to be.)
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue. Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in 2000, said Britain 's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14- to 15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included students from Australia, Canada and South Africa .
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What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her d! aughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation. 'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'! Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten. 'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.
Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side. 'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust
at the pungent fumes of incense. The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.
Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
What you see is not true - she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault. The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to s peak, precious pearls would fall
out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything She had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness. They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as
fast as she had done before.
'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...' The old woman nodded knowingly.
Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.'
'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat. 'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.
'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda. 'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down... Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'
Yes, things were definitely ! beginnin g to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.
Singapore girl wins Commonwealth essay prize!
A 15-YEAR-OLD Singaporean, competing against 16- to 18-year-olds, has won the top prize in a writing contest that drew 5,300 entries from 52 countries.
In the annual Commonwealth Essay Competition, Amanda Chong of Raffles Girls' School (Secondary) chose to compete in the older category and won with a piece on the restlessness of modern life.
Her short story, titled What The Modern Woman Wants, focused on the conflict in values between an old lady and her independent-minded daughter.
'Through my story, I attempted to convey the unique East-versus-West struggles and generation gaps that I felt were characteristic of young people in my country,' said Amanda, who likes drama, history and literature and wants to become a lawyer and a politician. (SnugLoft: Once she learns of the reality of being a lawyer, she's going to regret it. It is not going to be what she dreams to be.)
Chief examiner Charles Kemp called her piece a 'powerfully moving and ironical critique of modern restlessness and its potentially cruel consequences'. The writing is fluent and assured, with excellent use of dialogue. Amanda gets (S$1,590). A Singaporean last won the top prize in 2000, said Britain 's Royal Commonwealth Society, which has been organising the competition since 1883. Singaporeans also came in second in the 14- to 15-year-old category, and fourth in the under-12s. Other winners included students from Australia, Canada and South Africa .
========================================
What the Modern Woman Wants
By Amanda Chong Wei-Zhen
The old woman sat in the backseat of the magenta convertible as it careened down the highway, clutching tightly to the plastic bag on her lap, afraid it may be kidnapped by the wind. She was not used to such speed, with trembling hands she pulled the seatbelt tighter but was careful not to touch the patent leather seats with her callused fingers, her daughter had warned her not to dirty it, 'Fingerprints show very clearly on white, Ma.'
Her daughter, Bee Choo, was driving and talking on her sleek silver mobile phone using big words the old woman could barely understand.
'Finance' 'Liquidation' 'Assets' 'Investments'... Her voice was crisp and important and had an unfamiliar lilt to it. Her Bee Choo sounded like one of those foreign girls on television. She was speaking in an American accent. The old lady clucked her tongue in disapproval.
'I absolutely cannot have this. We have to sell!' Her d! aughter exclaimed agitatedly as she stepped on the accelerator; her perfectly manicured fingernails gripping onto the steering wheel in irritation. 'I can't DEAL with this anymore!' she yelled as she clicked the phone shut and hurled it angrily toward the backseat. The mobile phone hit the old woman on the forehead and nestled soundlessly into her lap. She calmly picked it up and handed it to her daughter.
'Sorry, Ma,' she said, losing the American pretence and switching to Mandarin. 'I have a big client in America. There have been a lot of problems.' The old lady nodded knowingly. Her daughter was big and important. Bee Choo stared at her mother from the rear view window, wondering what she was thinking. Her mother's wrinkled countenance always carried the same cryptic look. The phone began to ring again, an artificially cheerful digital tune, which broke the awkward silence.
'Hello, Beatrice! Yes, this is Elaine.'! Elaine. The old woman cringed. I didn't name her Elaine. She remembered her daughter telling her, how an English name was very important for 'networking', Chinese ones being easily forgotten. 'Oh no, I can't see you for lunch today. I have to take the ancient relic to the temple for her weird daily prayer ritual.'
Ancient Relic. The old woman understood perfectly it was referring to her. Her daughter always assumed that her mother's silence meant she did not comprehend.
'Yes, I know! My car seats will be reeking of joss sticks!' The old woman pursed her lips tightly, her hands gripping her plastic bag in defence. The car curved smoothly into the temple courtyard. It looked almost garish next to the dull sheen of the ageing temple's roof. The old woman got out of the back seat, and made her unhurried way to the main hall.
Her daughter stepped out of the car in her business suit and stilettos and reapplied her lipstick as she made her brisk way to her mother's side. 'Ma, I'll wait outside. I have an important phone call to make,' she said, not bothering to hide her disgust
at the pungent fumes of incense. The old lady hobbled into the temple hall and lit a joss stick, she knelt down solemnly and whispered her now familiar daily prayer to the Gods.
Thank you God of the Sky, you have given my daughter luck all these years. Everything I prayed for, you have given her. She has everything a young woman in this world could possibly want. She has a big house with a swimming pool, a maid to help her, as she is too clumsy to sew or cook.
Her love life has been blessed; she is engaged to a rich and handsome angmoh man. Her company is now the top financial firm and even men listen to what she says. She lives the perfect life. You have given her everything except happiness. I ask that the gods be merciful to her even if she has lost her roots while reaping the harvest of success.
What you see is not true - she is a filial daughter to me. She gives me a room in her big house and provides well for me. She is rude to me only because I affect her happiness. A young woman does not want to be hindered by her old mother. It is my fault. The old lady prayed so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Finally, with her head bowed in reverence she planted the half-burnt joss stick into an urn of smouldering ashes. She bowed once more.
The old woman had been praying for her daughter for thirty-two years. When her stomach was round like a melon, she came to the temple and prayed that it was a son. Then the time was ripe and the baby slipped out of her womb, bawling and adorable with fat thighs and pink cheeks, but unmistakably, a girl. Her husband had kicked and punched her for producing a useless baby who could not work or carry the family name.
Still, the woman returned to the temple with her new-born girl tied to her waist in a sarong and prayed that her daughter would grow up and have everything she ever wanted. Her husband left her and she prayed that her daughter would never have to depend on a man. She prayed every day that her daughter would be a great woman, the woman that she, meek and uneducated, could never become. A woman with nengkan; the ability to do anything she set her mind to. A woman who commanded respect in the hearts of men. When she opened her mouth to s peak, precious pearls would fall
out and men would listen.
She will not be like me, the woman prayed as she watched her daughter grow up and drift away from her, speaking a language she scarcely understood. She watched her daughter transform from a quiet girl, to one who openly defied her, calling her laotu; old-fashioned. She wanted her mother to be 'modern', a word so new there was no Chinese word for it.
Now her daughter was too clever for her and the old woman wondered why she had prayed like that. The gods had been faithful to her persistent prayer, but the wealth and success that poured forth so richly had buried the girl's roots and now she stood, faceless, with no identity, bound to the soil of her ancestors by only a string of origami banknotes.
Her daughter had forgotten her mother's values. Her wants were so ephemeral; that of a modern woman. Power, Wealth, access to the best fashion boutiques, and yet her daughter had not found true happiness. The old woman knew that you could find happiness with much less. When her daughter left the earth everything She had would count for nothing. People would look to her legacy and say that she was a great woman, but she would be forgotten once the wind blows over, like the ashes of burnt paper convertibles and mansions. The old woman wished she could go back and erase all her big hopes and prayers for her daughter; now she had only one want: That her daughter be happy. She looked out of the temple gate. She saw her daughter speaking on the phone, her brow furrowed with anger and worry. Being at the top is not good, the woman thought, there is only one way to go from there - down.
The old woman carefully unfolded the plastic bag and spread out a packet of beehoon in front of the altar. Her daughter often mocked her for worshipping porcelain Gods. How could she pray to them so faithfully and expect pieces of ceramic to fly to her aid? But her daughter had her own gods too, idols of wealth, success and power that she was enslaved to and worshipped every day of her life. Every day was a quest for the idols, and the idols she worshipped counted for nothing in eternity. All the wants her daughter had would slowly suck the life out of her and leave her, an empty soulless shell at the altar.
The old lady watched her joss tick. The dull heat had left a teetering grey stem that was on the danger of collapsing. Modern woman nowadays, the old lady sighed in resignation, as she bowed to the east one final time to end her ritual. Modern woman nowadays want so much that they lose their souls and wonder why they cannot find it.
Her joss stick disintegrated into a soft grey powder. She met her daughter outside the temple, the same look of worry and frustration was etched on her daughter's face. An empty expression, as if she was ploughing through the soil of her wants looking for the one thing that would sow the seeds of happiness. They climbed into the convertible in silence and her daughter drove along the highway, this time not as
fast as she had done before.
'Ma,' Bee Choo finally said. 'I don't know how to put this. Mark and I have been talking about it and we plan to move out of the big house. The property market is good now, and we managed to get a buyer willing to pay seven million for it. We decided we'd prefer a cosier penthouse apartment instead. We found a perfect one in Orchard Road . Once we move in to our apartment we plan to get rid of the maid, so we can have more space to ourselves...' The old woman nodded knowingly.
Bee Choo swallowed hard. 'We'd get someone to come in to do the housework and we can eat out-but once the maid is gone, there won't be anyone to look after you. You will be awfully lonely at home and, besides that, the apartment is rather small. There won't be space. We thought about it for a long time, and we decided the best thing for you is if you moved to a Home. There's one near Hougang-it's a Christian home, a very nice one.'
The old woman did not raise an eyebrow. 'I've been there, the matron is willing to take you in. It's beautiful with gardens and lots of old people to keep you company! I hardly have time for you, you'd be happier there.'
'You'd be happier there, really.' Her daughter repeated as if to affirm herself. This time the old woman had no plastic bag of food offerings to cling tightly to; she bit her lip and fastened her seat belt, as if it would protect her from a daughter who did not want her anymore. She sunk deep into the leather seat, letting her shoulders sag, and her fingers trace the white seat. 'Ma?' her daughter asked, searching the rear view window for her mother. 'Is everything okay?' What had to be done, had to be done. 'Yes,' she said firmly, louder than she intended, 'if it will make you happy,' she added more quietly.
'It's for you, Ma! You'll be happier there. You can move there tomorrow, I already got the maid to pack your things.' Elaine said triumphantly, mentally ticking yet another item off her agenda. 'I knew everything would be fine.' Elaine smiled widely; she felt liberated. Perhaps getting rid of her mother would make her happier. She had thought about it. It seemed the only hindrance in her pursuit of happiness. She was happy now. She had everything a modern woman ever wanted; Money, Status, Career, Love,Power and now, Freedom, without her mother and her old-fashioned ways to weigh her down... Yes, she was free. Her phone buzzed urgently, she picked it up and read the message, still beaming from ear to ear. 'Stocks 10% increase!'
Yes, things were definitely ! beginnin g to look up for her... And while searching for the meaning of life in the luminance of her hand phone screen, the old woman in the backseat became invisible, and she did not see the tears.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Books That Made A Difference
What sort of books interest you?
My range of interest is very broad from forensics to cheesy girlie stories which is pretty darn evident on my bookshelf where you'll see titles with Dr Henry Lee's name or the likes of Judith McNaught & Sandra Brown. Not the "blockbuster" title sort of person so I'm probably not the right person you speak to about Harry Potter but occasionally I do get really impressed by the high profiled books like those penned by Dan Brown.
During my last trip to Hong Kong, I picked up "Fashion Babylon" solely because I won a Dymocks voucher during the "Amazing Race" and it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. I recently got hooked unknowingly to this show "Hotel Babylon" on BBC Entertainment. Some of you might have heard of it and it's based on the book, "Hotel Babylon" by Imogen Edwards-Jones, the author of Fashion Babylon as well.
Throughout the different stages of my life, different books or range of them, played significant roles. From the days of Sweet Valley Twin/High/University, I'm been convinced that romance is crucial and essential. Judith McNaught, Jude Deveraux and Sandra Brown taught me that "hot" and "caress" meant very different things from temperature and hugs. Similar to what porn is to boys, I'm just more moved by words than graphics. It also tells you, mistakenly or not, that one will eventually find her true love.
School books are definitely not my favourite but I did enjoy reading my law texts. Case laws became bedtime stories for me and after 4 solid years, some of the cases are almost visible to the eye deeply engraved on my skull. I wish I'm back in law school and be reading all those cases even more thoroughly and hopefully, do alot better than a horrible 2:2. I might have taken a huge loan and be eternally bonded to the bank had I known I'm going to be this stuck. Well, I think I knew. Just wanna grumble...
After graduation, while swimming in loads of work, I found time to find little treasures by Paulo Coelho, Mitch Albom and the occasionally chick reads like Why Men Love/Marry Bitches, He's Just Not that Into You and Not Tonight Mr Right.
There are also must reads that really, haven't much reading involved. The Giving Tree is good but try Sherman's Lagoon, one of those comic strip compilations and it's totally hilarious.
Guess it's about time I make a trip down to Kinokuniya and find myself something new for this weekend.
My range of interest is very broad from forensics to cheesy girlie stories which is pretty darn evident on my bookshelf where you'll see titles with Dr Henry Lee's name or the likes of Judith McNaught & Sandra Brown. Not the "blockbuster" title sort of person so I'm probably not the right person you speak to about Harry Potter but occasionally I do get really impressed by the high profiled books like those penned by Dan Brown.
During my last trip to Hong Kong, I picked up "Fashion Babylon" solely because I won a Dymocks voucher during the "Amazing Race" and it turned out to be a pleasant surprise. I recently got hooked unknowingly to this show "Hotel Babylon" on BBC Entertainment. Some of you might have heard of it and it's based on the book, "Hotel Babylon" by Imogen Edwards-Jones, the author of Fashion Babylon as well.
Throughout the different stages of my life, different books or range of them, played significant roles. From the days of Sweet Valley Twin/High/University, I'm been convinced that romance is crucial and essential. Judith McNaught, Jude Deveraux and Sandra Brown taught me that "hot" and "caress" meant very different things from temperature and hugs. Similar to what porn is to boys, I'm just more moved by words than graphics. It also tells you, mistakenly or not, that one will eventually find her true love.
School books are definitely not my favourite but I did enjoy reading my law texts. Case laws became bedtime stories for me and after 4 solid years, some of the cases are almost visible to the eye deeply engraved on my skull. I wish I'm back in law school and be reading all those cases even more thoroughly and hopefully, do alot better than a horrible 2:2. I might have taken a huge loan and be eternally bonded to the bank had I known I'm going to be this stuck. Well, I think I knew. Just wanna grumble...
After graduation, while swimming in loads of work, I found time to find little treasures by Paulo Coelho, Mitch Albom and the occasionally chick reads like Why Men Love/Marry Bitches, He's Just Not that Into You and Not Tonight Mr Right.
There are also must reads that really, haven't much reading involved. The Giving Tree is good but try Sherman's Lagoon, one of those comic strip compilations and it's totally hilarious.
Guess it's about time I make a trip down to Kinokuniya and find myself something new for this weekend.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Brains On Medical Leave
Caught "Death At A Funeral" today. It's the sort of black Brit humour, you either love it or hate it. Personally, I love the sarcasm in the Brit humour most people don't know about me. I'd love to blog on the entire show and all but my whiplash is making it painful to sit here and type all night and the concussion has really slowed my brain down. you wouldn't believe that I'm even too lazy to think right now.
Am thinking if I should fly to Colorado during my New York trip or do a drive trip down the west coast or just be good and stay put in New York... Sigh...
I need to rest this neck. Will fill you guys in soon.
Am thinking if I should fly to Colorado during my New York trip or do a drive trip down the west coast or just be good and stay put in New York... Sigh...
I need to rest this neck. Will fill you guys in soon.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Sawadee Krup and Take Me Away?
This is not the original MTV cuz I can't find the authentic one but I'm posting this for a reason. But do listen click play if you have not heard this song before. Sean Kingston - Me Love
When it gets to the chorus, do you hear "Sawadee Krup and take me away" or "Somebody come and take me away"? Haha. Very obviously, I heard the former. Hilarious. Such "mis-cue" is not uncommon if you know me well enough. I get funny and uber weird interpretation of lyrics all the time.
When it gets to the chorus, do you hear "Sawadee Krup and take me away" or "Somebody come and take me away"? Haha. Very obviously, I heard the former. Hilarious. Such "mis-cue" is not uncommon if you know me well enough. I get funny and uber weird interpretation of lyrics all the time.
Sleepyhead Stuck
Staring blankly out of the window, the rain appears like snow to me. My butt is freezing and it's not naked. The thunderstorm is causing my eyelids to shut itself. The whiplash is hurting me and I feel like a squarish 1980s robot with my head moving only in limited directions in a limited angle.
Wakeboarding yesterday was a painful experience but it is not going to deter me from going. In fact, I'm more hooked than ever. My board was wonderful, a little faster than I'd like it but all in all, I can still deal with it. There were 3 big falls; the last and worst fall was the last one where I face-planted into the water. The impact was so great, I think I lost consciousness for split second and my contacts actually fell out. Worrying if my teeth were still intact, the first thing I did was to run my tongue over my set of crooked teeth. I'm thinking the whiplash has to be a result of the last fall. When I got home, I was nauseas, stoned and I bet I was suffering from mild brain concussion.
All I wanna do now is to go home and have a good night's sleep... I can't think... But I wanna go wakeboarding. I've been typing so many emails today, I almost ended this post with, Best regards!!!
Oh, I'm just a cheesy idiot right inside... I'm a die hard romantic yet really realistic most of the time, don't think I'm the evenly balanced sort. Just at times, I'm just more one than the other...
Wakeboarding yesterday was a painful experience but it is not going to deter me from going. In fact, I'm more hooked than ever. My board was wonderful, a little faster than I'd like it but all in all, I can still deal with it. There were 3 big falls; the last and worst fall was the last one where I face-planted into the water. The impact was so great, I think I lost consciousness for split second and my contacts actually fell out. Worrying if my teeth were still intact, the first thing I did was to run my tongue over my set of crooked teeth. I'm thinking the whiplash has to be a result of the last fall. When I got home, I was nauseas, stoned and I bet I was suffering from mild brain concussion.
All I wanna do now is to go home and have a good night's sleep... I can't think... But I wanna go wakeboarding. I've been typing so many emails today, I almost ended this post with, Best regards!!!
Oh, I'm just a cheesy idiot right inside... I'm a die hard romantic yet really realistic most of the time, don't think I'm the evenly balanced sort. Just at times, I'm just more one than the other...
| You are a Romantic Realist |
 Okay, so you fall in the middle. You know that love isn't like a greeting card... Yet you can always find a greeting card to describe your feelings. You are the best of both worlds Girly yet independent, dreamy yet serious. Almost any guy can find balance with you. |
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Massage My Mood
When weekends get aimless and even where there are activities, you just feel too lethargic to leave the house. Being sick does play its part to add on to the reluctance to go out. This inertia only makes its exception for wakeboarding and apart from that, I'd rather be rotting away on my bed. That is exactly what my antihistamine did. While the rest were out at St James last night for Haze's birthday party, I was entertaining myself with Facebook but without the crazy bunch of people, I was left with petting pets and killing zombies. "The Big Germ" had friends over so the noise wasn't making the Friday night easy to go by. The only good thing that came out of the noise I had to suffer, was that one of them had a webcam on her lappy so I spent the rest of the night watching Fatshark Guru do silly things like balancing his Tigger penholder and horsin soft toy in front of his webcam. It's funny how he could crack me up behind the mime.
Right now, everyone else is at Butter Factory and I'd rather be back here blogging away. My life is so hopelessly dull and unexciting but the mere thought of going wakeboarding tomorrow and be trying out the new board, just gives me the andrenalin rush even while sitting here on my bed and typing away on this pathetic keyboard. I can't wait nor hold the excitement. Praying for good weather...
Totally overslept for the mahjong session today and had to go all the way to Senja Road. I bet you have no idea where is it. I didn't before today but now I know. It's all the way in Chua Chu Kang and yes, I'm staying on the opposite site of the island. The overdose of antihistamine did not throw me into an entirely unconscious state and I was still dreaming. As per all my other dreams, I couldn't remember 99% of it but I do vaguely remember, I was in Bangkok again, doing the whole shopping regime and indulging myself with more massages and most importantly, seeing familiar faces that reminds me of how cruel this world is to me and how much I'd give up to find myself smiling from within all over again. Am I the only one feeling shortchanged and hoping that life has more in store for me?
Blogged a short one yesterday but was uber meaningless so I deleted it before posting it. Realised I've been writing so much crap... Any complaints?
Right now, everyone else is at Butter Factory and I'd rather be back here blogging away. My life is so hopelessly dull and unexciting but the mere thought of going wakeboarding tomorrow and be trying out the new board, just gives me the andrenalin rush even while sitting here on my bed and typing away on this pathetic keyboard. I can't wait nor hold the excitement. Praying for good weather...
Totally overslept for the mahjong session today and had to go all the way to Senja Road. I bet you have no idea where is it. I didn't before today but now I know. It's all the way in Chua Chu Kang and yes, I'm staying on the opposite site of the island. The overdose of antihistamine did not throw me into an entirely unconscious state and I was still dreaming. As per all my other dreams, I couldn't remember 99% of it but I do vaguely remember, I was in Bangkok again, doing the whole shopping regime and indulging myself with more massages and most importantly, seeing familiar faces that reminds me of how cruel this world is to me and how much I'd give up to find myself smiling from within all over again. Am I the only one feeling shortchanged and hoping that life has more in store for me?
Blogged a short one yesterday but was uber meaningless so I deleted it before posting it. Realised I've been writing so much crap... Any complaints?
Friday, October 12, 2007
All Black 7 Series for SALE
Orh Lu Lu is selling his OLL7. Black beauty. Check this out...
BMW 730i - All supped up in gorgeous Black.
BMW 730i - All supped up in gorgeous Black.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
New Boyfriend - It's White, Green and Grey!
Apart from the sniffing and coughing, was running a temperature this morning. Decided to go meet "Green Wardrobe" for coffee and probably have some chocolate. Not the best thing for a sore throat but if it's going to be comforting, I couldn't care less. Watching him walk him in with his green shirt tucked behind his suit seriously amused me. I can't imagine someone going all the way out to have his entire wardrobe to accomodate fengshui advice. To give him the benefit of doubt, he does seemed to have benefitted from the advices I presume. But to watch him do everything in a rush really pushed my blood pressure to shoot through the roof. I must say he really motivated me to make use of every working minute to achieve the most. Will go back to create some new records.
For the coming months, I'm going to be extremely poor. In the coming paragraph, I'll tell you why. I went walking around hoping to check out the wakeboard shop that I've been hearing but yet to step foot into. So since I was on MC, still coughing and sniffing, I made my way to the little shop stuck on the 4th floor of Far East Shopping Centre. I swear I didn't intend to buy anything but I went home with this...
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It's still on credit but for the coming few months, I will be sleeping, eating and playing with it. Yes, it sounds so wrong but I will. I haven't regretted a single bit. Alot of sacrifices to be made but I know it'll be well worthed it. I can't wait for Sunday to come...
For the coming months, I'm going to be extremely poor. In the coming paragraph, I'll tell you why. I went walking around hoping to check out the wakeboard shop that I've been hearing but yet to step foot into. So since I was on MC, still coughing and sniffing, I made my way to the little shop stuck on the 4th floor of Far East Shopping Centre. I swear I didn't intend to buy anything but I went home with this...
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It's still on credit but for the coming few months, I will be sleeping, eating and playing with it. Yes, it sounds so wrong but I will. I haven't regretted a single bit. Alot of sacrifices to be made but I know it'll be well worthed it. I can't wait for Sunday to come...
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Ready For Love?
My throat is super sore and it hurts big time. Sitting in Starbucks watching the world walk past me, I'm thinking if I should utilise another day of my medical leave or should I go back tomorrow. There're just so much of things waiting for me to do but even when I'm in the office, I doubt my productivity is ideal. My muscles are sore and my mind is tired. I feel like I need a holiday to get me back in the right shape to push on further in this ever demanding job.
There are a few people in my life who means a great deal to me and having just a simple conversation with them help me destress and reload my ammunitions. Last night, I met up with Meiren Biaojie and Diamond Biaojie. We're like the movie, 20 30 40. The one in her 20s is thinking when she'll find the next right person and when the term "family" will take on its own meaning. The one in her 30s is working very hard to provide what she can for her family and constantly thinking of her kids. The one in her 40s is resigned, given all she could to her kids and been through life once - all the dating, marriage and divorce eventually. Even with the vast difference in the distance we've travelled, we could still sit together and have a good laugh and discussing what life actually has in stored for us. For the 3 of us, life had been harsh and we've all gone through quite a bit but able to be there for one another when we need a shoulder to cry on and when we need just someone to have dinner with, this love is priceless. I can't wait for our drinking session next Friday.
For all of us...
Walkin' down this rocky road
Wondering where my life is leadin'
Rollin' on, to the bitter end
Finding out along the way
What it takes to keep love living
You should know, how it feels my friend
Ooh, I want you to stay
Ooh, I want you today
I'm ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Yeah
Ohhh, for your love
Now I'm on my feet again
Better things are bound to happen
All my dues, surely must be paid
Many miles and many tears
Times were hard but now they're changing
You should know that I'm not afraid
Ooh, I want you to stay
Ooh, I want you today
I'm ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
mmmmm
Oh I'm ready for love
Ahh, hey ey ey
Ready for your love
There are a few people in my life who means a great deal to me and having just a simple conversation with them help me destress and reload my ammunitions. Last night, I met up with Meiren Biaojie and Diamond Biaojie. We're like the movie, 20 30 40. The one in her 20s is thinking when she'll find the next right person and when the term "family" will take on its own meaning. The one in her 30s is working very hard to provide what she can for her family and constantly thinking of her kids. The one in her 40s is resigned, given all she could to her kids and been through life once - all the dating, marriage and divorce eventually. Even with the vast difference in the distance we've travelled, we could still sit together and have a good laugh and discussing what life actually has in stored for us. For the 3 of us, life had been harsh and we've all gone through quite a bit but able to be there for one another when we need a shoulder to cry on and when we need just someone to have dinner with, this love is priceless. I can't wait for our drinking session next Friday.
For all of us...
Walkin' down this rocky road
Wondering where my life is leadin'
Rollin' on, to the bitter end
Finding out along the way
What it takes to keep love living
You should know, how it feels my friend
Ooh, I want you to stay
Ooh, I want you today
I'm ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Yeah
Ohhh, for your love
Now I'm on my feet again
Better things are bound to happen
All my dues, surely must be paid
Many miles and many tears
Times were hard but now they're changing
You should know that I'm not afraid
Ooh, I want you to stay
Ooh, I want you today
I'm ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
Ready for love
Oh baby, I'm ready for love
mmmmm
Oh I'm ready for love
Ahh, hey ey ey
Ready for your love
Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Dancing Queen
My Monday was totally unproductive. My mild stomach flu was affecting me on and off. If it was really bad, I could have gone back and rested or probably see the doc and in my case, call the doctor. See, my Mom manages a chain of clinics and the doctors know very well I know how and am able to self medicate. So they will just give me instructions. I'd do the usual temperature, blood pressure, flatulence check before the phone call. I should have been a nurse if not for my limited patience. My evening was spent wandering around and waiting to get my brows done. Sidetrack: I'm totally uncomfortable when my brows are messed up. I'd always feel yucky, ugly and dysfunctional. It's amazing how clean and neat brows can improve my mood.
Went on to my usual Simpang meetup with the Fat Club. Was supposed to go with Rodders but cuz it's raining and he's got this pet peeve about no driving in the rain, it was called off. Then Holey Moley texted me, same time same place as I originally planned to meet up with Rodders so managed to have my usual Limau Ais. The whole night I was being coerced to get a Japanese car instead of a continental one. My passion for continental cars steered me into defending my choice but they did succeed in putting some sensible thoughts into me. Will do my sums and decide at a later date. My love for continental cars is still not anywhere near shelved though. Currently eyeing the Golf GTi... I'm so fickle!
Anyway, the article below had be circulated and some of you may have seen it but I thought if you need some entertainment, you can read this.
What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from a rich family. I'm looking to get married to a guy who drives BMW and makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in places like New York City, so I don't think I'm over reacting at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated an older business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to District 9 or 10. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Ardmore, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings
Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in town. What's the story there?
Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and heart.
PostingID: 432279810
THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you! So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.
I just think she should go work her arse off and earn some money for herself or find a sugar daddy and be a very expensive pro.
And oh, go to this website and tell me which direction you actually see the girl dance in. I spent the entire night trying to make her switch from anti-clockwise to clockwise then back to anti-clockwise. Kinda fun but does get a little frustrating. FatShark Guru nearly strangled me.
Went on to my usual Simpang meetup with the Fat Club. Was supposed to go with Rodders but cuz it's raining and he's got this pet peeve about no driving in the rain, it was called off. Then Holey Moley texted me, same time same place as I originally planned to meet up with Rodders so managed to have my usual Limau Ais. The whole night I was being coerced to get a Japanese car instead of a continental one. My passion for continental cars steered me into defending my choice but they did succeed in putting some sensible thoughts into me. Will do my sums and decide at a later date. My love for continental cars is still not anywhere near shelved though. Currently eyeing the Golf GTi... I'm so fickle!
Anyway, the article below had be circulated and some of you may have seen it but I thought if you need some entertainment, you can read this.
What am I doing wrong?
Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from a rich family. I'm looking to get married to a guy who drives BMW and makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in places like New York City, so I don't think I'm over reacting at all.
Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated an older business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to District 9 or 10. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Ardmore, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?
Here are my questions specifically:
Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms
What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my feelings
Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?
Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in town. What's the story there?
Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?
How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY
Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and heart.
PostingID: 432279810
THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.
Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!
So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you! So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.
Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.
By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.
I just think she should go work her arse off and earn some money for herself or find a sugar daddy and be a very expensive pro.
And oh, go to this website and tell me which direction you actually see the girl dance in. I spent the entire night trying to make her switch from anti-clockwise to clockwise then back to anti-clockwise. Kinda fun but does get a little frustrating. FatShark Guru nearly strangled me.
Monday, October 08, 2007
Bad Grammar?
More often than not, I'd type without thinking much. Or rather, simply put my thoughts into words without trying to phrase them or conscientiously trying to correct the mistakes be it grammatical or the tenses. So if you've seen these in Snugloft, please stop laughing right now and drop me an email.
I was never quite bothered by this since my blog is my outlet to the weight piled on me. FatShark Guru was complaining as I was doing housework and chatting to him online, my grammar was killing him. When I scrolled back up, I had a cramp from laughing. I need some inspiration to get me in the super bad grammar mood. I really irritated FatShark Guru especially when I was trying to do that on purpose.
Then I thought, well, maybe I should read back my blog. That's was what I did. To my horror, I couldn't even understand what I was trying to say myself. How did you guys manage to get past that? The answer is simple - No one's reading...
Is that a good thing? Go figure...
Not feeling too well...
I was never quite bothered by this since my blog is my outlet to the weight piled on me. FatShark Guru was complaining as I was doing housework and chatting to him online, my grammar was killing him. When I scrolled back up, I had a cramp from laughing. I need some inspiration to get me in the super bad grammar mood. I really irritated FatShark Guru especially when I was trying to do that on purpose.
Then I thought, well, maybe I should read back my blog. That's was what I did. To my horror, I couldn't even understand what I was trying to say myself. How did you guys manage to get past that? The answer is simple - No one's reading...
Is that a good thing? Go figure...
Not feeling too well...
The 6 Packs Fantasy
The aches and sores resulting from wakeboarding usually hits a day after the very next day for some very weird reason. Maybe cuz we haven't got enough time to rest before the muscles realise that they're overworked. Yesterday was completely different. We were riding early in the morning and had an entire afternoon to rest. Towards the evening, I could already feel slight strains. However, this morning, I was awoken by the pain when I was trying to turn my body. My abs felt like they were transforming into a monster and secretly, I was hoping its power will get divided into a 6 packs or something. From the looks of it, I still only see blubber.
It was pure torture just trying to get my feet on the ground this morning. Apart from the fact that my body feels like it is tearing apart, I needed to take a good rest and not do anything, finishing the aimless Monday with some victorious shopping. Here I am dreaming of the good life while in reality, slogging away in the office.
It's been a while since I last caught a film at the cinema. Not that long ago, honestly, but somehow, felt like sinking myself in the plush cinema seats and catch a good movie. Been wanting to watch "Joshua", "Underdog" and "Death at a Funeral", so if anyone of you would like to find someone to watch any of the above movies, please drag me along...
"Death at a Funeral" is taken... Haha...
It was pure torture just trying to get my feet on the ground this morning. Apart from the fact that my body feels like it is tearing apart, I needed to take a good rest and not do anything, finishing the aimless Monday with some victorious shopping. Here I am dreaming of the good life while in reality, slogging away in the office.
It's been a while since I last caught a film at the cinema. Not that long ago, honestly, but somehow, felt like sinking myself in the plush cinema seats and catch a good movie. Been wanting to watch "Joshua", "Underdog" and "Death at a Funeral", so if anyone of you would like to find someone to watch any of the above movies, please drag me along...
"Death at a Funeral" is taken... Haha...
Sunday, October 07, 2007
I'm Dreaming Of My New Wakeboard
A fulfilling day I must say.
For the past few months, you must have heard me rambling on about wakeboarding. I'm really hooked. Basically, I could cross the wakes without much trouble but today, I could feel like. I was at ease. The posture was right, the approach and the angle felt great and the landings were much better. Every minute of the ride was wholesome and satisfying. I could do this everyday... Or er, every other day. getting old and muscles are so aching.
Look at that board... Haha, you won't have to wait very long to see me in one that belongs to me!!!
Had dinner with my folks earlier. Must say I enjoyed that and despite all the problems they have loaded me with, I just wished that there's more I can do to help them reduce their stress. I suppose just by trying would be sufficient for now. Instantly, I forgave them of all the headaches and pressure that they have given me. I just wanna be the goody daughter that we all hope to be. Maybe I could make it happen...
Gonna dreaming of popping the wake tonight...
For the past few months, you must have heard me rambling on about wakeboarding. I'm really hooked. Basically, I could cross the wakes without much trouble but today, I could feel like. I was at ease. The posture was right, the approach and the angle felt great and the landings were much better. Every minute of the ride was wholesome and satisfying. I could do this everyday... Or er, every other day. getting old and muscles are so aching.
Look at that board... Haha, you won't have to wait very long to see me in one that belongs to me!!!
Had dinner with my folks earlier. Must say I enjoyed that and despite all the problems they have loaded me with, I just wished that there's more I can do to help them reduce their stress. I suppose just by trying would be sufficient for now. Instantly, I forgave them of all the headaches and pressure that they have given me. I just wanna be the goody daughter that we all hope to be. Maybe I could make it happen...
Gonna dreaming of popping the wake tonight...
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Saturdaze
Sitting on my bed on a Saturday afternoon, refusing to get out of my PJs. So lazy yet dying to get out to do something. Can't wait for the big wakeboarding session tomorrow. Response was so overwhelming, we needed 2 boats.
Dragged "Mao Meen" to the KTV with the forum guys last night but we left relatively early. I still can't believe yesterday was his debut virgin appearance in a KTV and I must say, pretty amused. Frankly, last night wasn't as fun as the last one. We booked the room for 30 thinking that it might get a little too snug but apparently, most didn't turn up and "Babe" didn't look quite happy. I just felt a little bad for leaving the already scattered party but really, I was so bloody tired. After I got home and showered, I went on MSN and was chatting with FatShark Guru, and I actually dozed off while typing. I was THAT mentally and physically exhausted.
Going to bed early last night means that I was wide away early this morning. While trying to find things to entertain myself, I was trying to get the wakeboarding DVD "Tobynik" passed me to work. So not working! I need help...
Hey anyone up for a movie?
Dragged "Mao Meen" to the KTV with the forum guys last night but we left relatively early. I still can't believe yesterday was his debut virgin appearance in a KTV and I must say, pretty amused. Frankly, last night wasn't as fun as the last one. We booked the room for 30 thinking that it might get a little too snug but apparently, most didn't turn up and "Babe" didn't look quite happy. I just felt a little bad for leaving the already scattered party but really, I was so bloody tired. After I got home and showered, I went on MSN and was chatting with FatShark Guru, and I actually dozed off while typing. I was THAT mentally and physically exhausted.
Going to bed early last night means that I was wide away early this morning. While trying to find things to entertain myself, I was trying to get the wakeboarding DVD "Tobynik" passed me to work. So not working! I need help...
Hey anyone up for a movie?
Friday, October 05, 2007
Bestest Sweets
Just back from a enormous buffet lunch from where else but our favourite Town Restaurant. I can't even remember how many times has it been for the past month that I've set foot in that riverside restaurant. Lunch stuffed me up like a Christmas turkey and my eyelid feels like they weigh a tonne. I badly need a good nap before heading off to the karaoke session tonight. My mind is wandering... Bed... Mattress... Pillow... ZZzzz
We have just gotten another Aussie girl into this office. Of the 5 consultants currently, we have 3 now and will see the addition soon. As for me, the only local girl around, not serving much purpose. On top of that, we have our favourite girl working from home, so that makes us 5 Aussies, an English chap who got lucky today having lunch with 7 women and finally, me. It's frightening when we catch ourselves blurting phrases in the Aussie accent, makes you wanna burn your tongue with the nearest bottle of acid you can get your hands on. Er, maybe the apple cider would do.
Coming weekend is going to be another crazy one but given that I'd have the whole Saturday not doing anything, I could so catch up on my sleep long overdue. Despite the heavy eyelids, I'm actually in a pretty light mood today. I have nothing I'd wanna think about. The weekend is here and I'm just going to have some fun. And of course, I've got to thank my Fatshark Guru.
The guru is the bestest cuz sweets' the sweetest.
We have just gotten another Aussie girl into this office. Of the 5 consultants currently, we have 3 now and will see the addition soon. As for me, the only local girl around, not serving much purpose. On top of that, we have our favourite girl working from home, so that makes us 5 Aussies, an English chap who got lucky today having lunch with 7 women and finally, me. It's frightening when we catch ourselves blurting phrases in the Aussie accent, makes you wanna burn your tongue with the nearest bottle of acid you can get your hands on. Er, maybe the apple cider would do.
Coming weekend is going to be another crazy one but given that I'd have the whole Saturday not doing anything, I could so catch up on my sleep long overdue. Despite the heavy eyelids, I'm actually in a pretty light mood today. I have nothing I'd wanna think about. The weekend is here and I'm just going to have some fun. And of course, I've got to thank my Fatshark Guru.
The guru is the bestest cuz sweets' the sweetest.
Thursday, October 04, 2007
Sheet
Met up with my "Estee Lauder Discount Supplier" last evening and we had a good session of girlie chat and of course, picked up my shopping and taking more orders. Things happen for a reason and I guess if the time is not right, no one can do anything to rush it or to slow it down. I hope she can take care of herself and open up her heart. Like what "FatShark Guru" told me a couple of days back, "Take that heart out of the arse and put it where it supposed to be and it will heal itself." We're always better at analysing someone else's situation, aren't we?
Sitting by the river, many thoughts came to mind. I was obviously in a very confused state. The tears were glimmering at the corner of my eyes but somehow, my alter ego convinced myself that thou shalt not be a weakling and tear. I dropped all thoughts out of my head and didn't give a damn to anyone nor anything. At the end of the day, I stepped into my bedroom with a smile. If I stay away, things will naturally come. It's like relativity, if you don't think about it, time will pass faster.
Had slight food poisoning last night but because I've been eating so much of junk, I have no freaking idea what was the culprit. Feeling weak and dehydrated right now and was very tempted to go on medical leave this morning but I've got to meet a dozen people today so here I am, sitting in the office, my face white as sheet.
I feel like some porridge...
Sitting by the river, many thoughts came to mind. I was obviously in a very confused state. The tears were glimmering at the corner of my eyes but somehow, my alter ego convinced myself that thou shalt not be a weakling and tear. I dropped all thoughts out of my head and didn't give a damn to anyone nor anything. At the end of the day, I stepped into my bedroom with a smile. If I stay away, things will naturally come. It's like relativity, if you don't think about it, time will pass faster.
Had slight food poisoning last night but because I've been eating so much of junk, I have no freaking idea what was the culprit. Feeling weak and dehydrated right now and was very tempted to go on medical leave this morning but I've got to meet a dozen people today so here I am, sitting in the office, my face white as sheet.
I feel like some porridge...
Wednesday, October 03, 2007
遗失的美好
海的思念绵延不绝
终于和天在地平线交会
爱如果走得够远
应该也会跟幸福相见
承诺常常很像蝴蝶
美丽的飞盘旋然后不见
但我相信你给我的誓言
就像一定会来的春天
我始终带着你爱的微笑
一路上寻找我遗失的美好
不小心当泪滑过嘴角
就用你握过的手抹掉
再多的风景也从不停靠
只一心寻找我遗失的美好
有的人说不清哪里好
但就是谁都替代不了
在最开始的那一秒有些事早已经注定要到老
虽然命运爱开玩笑真心会和真心遇到
This is the 3rd day in a row this week that I came in late today and it's Wednesday so technically, I haven't actually been early or even punctual. This is not an excuse, I was really insomniac last night. Tossing and turning, I reckon I actually fell into sleep at about 5. My eyes look like they have been soaked in acidic water overnight.
Thanks for coming over to see me yesterday. Over the months, you have no idea how much joy you've brought me. Everything else seems perfect. I love your family and they love me. I love the kids like my own. Your home feels more home than my own. But I'm probably not in the right mindset now to put anyone above myself. There's already so much at work, the stress, the money in the pipeline that goes on forever, the clients or lack thereof, the things I need to send out, the quota to meet on a daily basis... Things at home aren't any better with my parents up my neck looking out for the next paycheck, ransacking my mails for my financial information, my brother's education and his larger than life phonebills.
Having fun with friends is one of my outlets, if not the only one. Well, guess I still have wakeboarding. I can't prioritise so that one part of my life is more important than others. Guess that is my fault for not being able to manage my life and give certain things the right priorities. I might and will settle down for a comfortable pair of shoes in future but this pair of shoes is a little too big for me to fill at this moment. Believe me, I want to settle for a family and such but at this point in time, that's still settling.
There is nothing wrong with you as a person or a partner. You've been great. Ever supportive, you were always there when I needed you. I'm very sure I could have been better but maybe just not the right time. The communication wasn't what I thought it would be. Maybe there will be a day, I can tug on the shirt and the head will turn in the right place and I'm NOT looking for a puppet. It's communication in its best form... I don't even think I could ever do that...
This song has no bearing but I felt strongly for certain parts.
我不难过
又站在你家的门口
我们重复沉默
这样子单方面的守候
还能多久
终于你开口向我诉说她有多温柔
虽然你还握着我的手
但我已不在你心中
我真的懂
你不是喜新厌旧
是我没有
陪在你身边
当你寂寞时候
别再看着我
说着你爱过
别太伤痛
我不难过
这不算什么
只是为什么眼泪会流
我也不懂
就让我走
让我开始享受自由
回忆很多
你的影子也会充满我生活
我并不懦弱
你比谁都懂
虽然寂寞
这会是我
最后的宽容
抱紧我
再抱紧我
这一份感动
请你让我留在胸口
别再说是你的错
爱到了尽头
是非对错
就让它随风
忘了所有
过得比你快活
不要再说
或许这是最好的结果
现在分手
总好过你不爱我一拖再拖
松开你的手
离开你左右
我向前走
这会是我
真正的解脱
终于和天在地平线交会
爱如果走得够远
应该也会跟幸福相见
承诺常常很像蝴蝶
美丽的飞盘旋然后不见
但我相信你给我的誓言
就像一定会来的春天
我始终带着你爱的微笑
一路上寻找我遗失的美好
不小心当泪滑过嘴角
就用你握过的手抹掉
再多的风景也从不停靠
只一心寻找我遗失的美好
有的人说不清哪里好
但就是谁都替代不了
在最开始的那一秒有些事早已经注定要到老
虽然命运爱开玩笑真心会和真心遇到
This is the 3rd day in a row this week that I came in late today and it's Wednesday so technically, I haven't actually been early or even punctual. This is not an excuse, I was really insomniac last night. Tossing and turning, I reckon I actually fell into sleep at about 5. My eyes look like they have been soaked in acidic water overnight.
Thanks for coming over to see me yesterday. Over the months, you have no idea how much joy you've brought me. Everything else seems perfect. I love your family and they love me. I love the kids like my own. Your home feels more home than my own. But I'm probably not in the right mindset now to put anyone above myself. There's already so much at work, the stress, the money in the pipeline that goes on forever, the clients or lack thereof, the things I need to send out, the quota to meet on a daily basis... Things at home aren't any better with my parents up my neck looking out for the next paycheck, ransacking my mails for my financial information, my brother's education and his larger than life phonebills.
Having fun with friends is one of my outlets, if not the only one. Well, guess I still have wakeboarding. I can't prioritise so that one part of my life is more important than others. Guess that is my fault for not being able to manage my life and give certain things the right priorities. I might and will settle down for a comfortable pair of shoes in future but this pair of shoes is a little too big for me to fill at this moment. Believe me, I want to settle for a family and such but at this point in time, that's still settling.
There is nothing wrong with you as a person or a partner. You've been great. Ever supportive, you were always there when I needed you. I'm very sure I could have been better but maybe just not the right time. The communication wasn't what I thought it would be. Maybe there will be a day, I can tug on the shirt and the head will turn in the right place and I'm NOT looking for a puppet. It's communication in its best form... I don't even think I could ever do that...
This song has no bearing but I felt strongly for certain parts.
我不难过
又站在你家的门口
我们重复沉默
这样子单方面的守候
还能多久
终于你开口向我诉说她有多温柔
虽然你还握着我的手
但我已不在你心中
我真的懂
你不是喜新厌旧
是我没有
陪在你身边
当你寂寞时候
别再看着我
说着你爱过
别太伤痛
我不难过
这不算什么
只是为什么眼泪会流
我也不懂
就让我走
让我开始享受自由
回忆很多
你的影子也会充满我生活
我并不懦弱
你比谁都懂
虽然寂寞
这会是我
最后的宽容
抱紧我
再抱紧我
这一份感动
请你让我留在胸口
别再说是你的错
爱到了尽头
是非对错
就让它随风
忘了所有
过得比你快活
不要再说
或许这是最好的结果
现在分手
总好过你不爱我一拖再拖
松开你的手
离开你左右
我向前走
这会是我
真正的解脱
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Seize Your Day
Regardless of your gender, we will go through emotional tortures at some point in time. The deliberation whether to say hi or have dinner gets painful when you're clueless. I'm sure everyone reading this is pretty much lost. That's because I'm lost.
Was msn-ing with Fat Shark Guru last night and as the usual conclusion goes, men will be men and they are simply born to be hunters. Girls should wait to be romanced and pampered but face it, does it really happen in reality? There are several times when we wait but only to discover at a later stage that you've probably missed the boat. Then again, there's no loss since there's not much emotional attachments.
Not too long ago, many linked me with being the happiest person around. Everything seemed to go on really well for me. But we tend forget that in every chapter of our lives, there's one crucial missing link that we tend to ignore. When it hits, it gets painful. Communication is probably the simplest form of interaction and tool to maintain relationships. Even with our BFF or dogs, without the communication/interaction, we will start to lose the emotions attached to it. And this is a 2 way street.
Many people come and go, some left deeper footprints than others. Few will still make our hearts beat faster when they are 10 feet within range but somehow, when you're beside the person who can give you the security, you don't wonder aimlessly anymore and your heart just stops fluttering no matter who else is within whatever zone you call it. But question being, who is this "security guard"?
An excerpt from "He's Just Not That Into You" by Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo.
Chapter One: he's just not that into you if he's not asking you out
Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out
Many women have said to me, "Greg, men run the world." Wow. That makes us sound pretty capable. So tell me, why would you think we could be incapable of something as simple as picking up the phone and asking you out? You seem to think at times that we're "too shy" or we "just got out of something." Let me remind you: Men find it very satisfying to get what they want. (Particularly after a difficult day of running the world.) If we want you, we will find you. If you don't think you gave him enough time to notice you, take the time it took you to notice him and divide it by half.
For one, I don't take these as Bible truth but there's a reason why it's the bloody top selling book in the US. But why do we women have to do all the guessing and reading and anticipating? Girlies, stop giving these men the benefit of twirling us around their fingers. Let's just ignore them and seize the day. Carpe diem! Or so I tell myself...
I'm a wimp...
Was msn-ing with Fat Shark Guru last night and as the usual conclusion goes, men will be men and they are simply born to be hunters. Girls should wait to be romanced and pampered but face it, does it really happen in reality? There are several times when we wait but only to discover at a later stage that you've probably missed the boat. Then again, there's no loss since there's not much emotional attachments.
Not too long ago, many linked me with being the happiest person around. Everything seemed to go on really well for me. But we tend forget that in every chapter of our lives, there's one crucial missing link that we tend to ignore. When it hits, it gets painful. Communication is probably the simplest form of interaction and tool to maintain relationships. Even with our BFF or dogs, without the communication/interaction, we will start to lose the emotions attached to it. And this is a 2 way street.
Many people come and go, some left deeper footprints than others. Few will still make our hearts beat faster when they are 10 feet within range but somehow, when you're beside the person who can give you the security, you don't wonder aimlessly anymore and your heart just stops fluttering no matter who else is within whatever zone you call it. But question being, who is this "security guard"?
An excerpt from "He's Just Not That Into You" by Greg Behrendt & Liz Tuccillo.
Chapter One: he's just not that into you if he's not asking you out
Because if he likes you, trust me, he will ask you out
Many women have said to me, "Greg, men run the world." Wow. That makes us sound pretty capable. So tell me, why would you think we could be incapable of something as simple as picking up the phone and asking you out? You seem to think at times that we're "too shy" or we "just got out of something." Let me remind you: Men find it very satisfying to get what they want. (Particularly after a difficult day of running the world.) If we want you, we will find you. If you don't think you gave him enough time to notice you, take the time it took you to notice him and divide it by half.
For one, I don't take these as Bible truth but there's a reason why it's the bloody top selling book in the US. But why do we women have to do all the guessing and reading and anticipating? Girlies, stop giving these men the benefit of twirling us around their fingers. Let's just ignore them and seize the day. Carpe diem! Or so I tell myself...
I'm a wimp...
Monday, October 01, 2007
Marathon Weekend
Our office is part of a service office where they provide free breakfast twice a month on the first and third Mondays on the month. I'm always up for toast and eggs because I'm always too lazy to get breakfast and since most of the breakfast sold in Raffles' Place are incredibly oily, so I never quite gotten an appetite for breakfast most of the time. This morning when I came into stepped into the office, the aroma of freshly toasted bread was just repelling. Felt like throwing up and I'm absolutely sure that I'm not suffering from morning sickness.
The past two days felt like a neverending run on the threadmill and it all started on Friday night right after work. It was Jem's birthday and we were in this room in Ritz. You would think that with 10 girls in the room, there wouldn't be anything saucy going on but you can't be more wrong. We have one dressed in her bathrobe with God knows what's underneath and the other snuggling up. Haha, don't kill me! It's true! The rest of us just watched and managed to catch everything on camera. My heart says, "That's so bad!" but my mind screams, "BLACKMAIL!" All in all, it was good to be able to catch up with Jem and as always, she's there to lend me a listening ear. Greatly appreciated, buddy. After the party, I still had the energy to chat with Rodders (The BMWSG muscle man) over at McDonald's in Tampines. Had my lesson on cars and engines and how Bimmers are unique when it comes to the overlapping of engines spanning two generations of cars. Uncle Rodders is always there to tell you to cut your carbohydrates and how rear wheel drives are the best.
Saturday was almost as insane, if not worst. Wakeboarding with the bunch of people from the forum was excellent. Everyone except Uncle Como, could stand on the wakeboard for at least more than a split second. To be fair, he's got long spider legs and was probably intimidated by Haze, our super girl. With people like OLL on board, the ride was more than enjoyable. Just a little apologetic to JewelL because we were running a little late and it was pretty dark when she was riding. With the right crowd, you can't possibly imagine how much we all enjoyed ourselves. Of course, the fact that we've got a cute and patient instructor helped too.
You think it's sundown and I'd head home. Tah dah!!! No! Went KM8 with Uncle Como and because it got too boring, we adjourned to Cafe Del Mar. He's got a way to get people to drink voluntarily and technically killed the girls. Thank goodness I'm allergic to alcohol and it's not an excuse. Somehow, there are people out who thinks I drink like a fish. Acupunch commented yesterday, "I thought you drink alot one leh." You should have seen the bright red question mark blinking above my head like an ostentatious halo. I only went to bed when the sun was already up.
Clocking only 6 hours of sleep or less if you consider the tossings and turnings, I forced myself to wake up for the SGRgals photoshoot. The BMWsg meetup was right after that but we got rid of them and went for our convoy drive to Marina South. If you have more than 10 girls sitting around and chatting, you've gone crazy in no time. But because it was so hot and we were so sticky, well, let's just say we stayed relatively quieter had we been in an air-conditioned room. But it was heaps of fun and most of the girls were like boys. We don't dwell on the nitty gritties and once the flag was waved, we all went faster than the Apollo. Alright, it's a poor analogy but bear with me, it's Monday and I had a super packed weekend.
After all the running around, you think I'd stop, didn't you. Took a can of spinach and continued over at one of JewelL's place for mahjong. Lost some money but wasn't of an issue. We all had fun. Haze, Jeffers and Guneee were great khakis and Hitmee was also there to entertain for a while before going back to his wife who called at regular intervals to check on him via his 3G phone. How technology can actually cause downfall of a man...
Was insomniac last night and feeling like a zombie this morning and lmao, OLL was offering to wash your car for a week is you can kill my zombie. Mind you, this is a man with a super fierce 7 series, totally black, dark, ominous and super huge rims at 22inch. A single tyre on his car alone can pay for someone's rental for a month. Quick, ATTEMPT to kill my zombie. By all means, please...
The past two days felt like a neverending run on the threadmill and it all started on Friday night right after work. It was Jem's birthday and we were in this room in Ritz. You would think that with 10 girls in the room, there wouldn't be anything saucy going on but you can't be more wrong. We have one dressed in her bathrobe with God knows what's underneath and the other snuggling up. Haha, don't kill me! It's true! The rest of us just watched and managed to catch everything on camera. My heart says, "That's so bad!" but my mind screams, "BLACKMAIL!" All in all, it was good to be able to catch up with Jem and as always, she's there to lend me a listening ear. Greatly appreciated, buddy. After the party, I still had the energy to chat with Rodders (The BMWSG muscle man) over at McDonald's in Tampines. Had my lesson on cars and engines and how Bimmers are unique when it comes to the overlapping of engines spanning two generations of cars. Uncle Rodders is always there to tell you to cut your carbohydrates and how rear wheel drives are the best.
Saturday was almost as insane, if not worst. Wakeboarding with the bunch of people from the forum was excellent. Everyone except Uncle Como, could stand on the wakeboard for at least more than a split second. To be fair, he's got long spider legs and was probably intimidated by Haze, our super girl. With people like OLL on board, the ride was more than enjoyable. Just a little apologetic to JewelL because we were running a little late and it was pretty dark when she was riding. With the right crowd, you can't possibly imagine how much we all enjoyed ourselves. Of course, the fact that we've got a cute and patient instructor helped too.
You think it's sundown and I'd head home. Tah dah!!! No! Went KM8 with Uncle Como and because it got too boring, we adjourned to Cafe Del Mar. He's got a way to get people to drink voluntarily and technically killed the girls. Thank goodness I'm allergic to alcohol and it's not an excuse. Somehow, there are people out who thinks I drink like a fish. Acupunch commented yesterday, "I thought you drink alot one leh." You should have seen the bright red question mark blinking above my head like an ostentatious halo. I only went to bed when the sun was already up.
Clocking only 6 hours of sleep or less if you consider the tossings and turnings, I forced myself to wake up for the SGRgals photoshoot. The BMWsg meetup was right after that but we got rid of them and went for our convoy drive to Marina South. If you have more than 10 girls sitting around and chatting, you've gone crazy in no time. But because it was so hot and we were so sticky, well, let's just say we stayed relatively quieter had we been in an air-conditioned room. But it was heaps of fun and most of the girls were like boys. We don't dwell on the nitty gritties and once the flag was waved, we all went faster than the Apollo. Alright, it's a poor analogy but bear with me, it's Monday and I had a super packed weekend.
After all the running around, you think I'd stop, didn't you. Took a can of spinach and continued over at one of JewelL's place for mahjong. Lost some money but wasn't of an issue. We all had fun. Haze, Jeffers and Guneee were great khakis and Hitmee was also there to entertain for a while before going back to his wife who called at regular intervals to check on him via his 3G phone. How technology can actually cause downfall of a man...
Was insomniac last night and feeling like a zombie this morning and lmao, OLL was offering to wash your car for a week is you can kill my zombie. Mind you, this is a man with a super fierce 7 series, totally black, dark, ominous and super huge rims at 22inch. A single tyre on his car alone can pay for someone's rental for a month. Quick, ATTEMPT to kill my zombie. By all means, please...
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