Saturday, August 27, 2005
Woah... I got a comment!
Isn't it really pathetic to be all excited when you get a comment from a stranger about your blog???
Sigh...
Anyway, being the bitch that I usually am, I just couldn't resist replying to this comment from someone called Holkram about my 'nature vs nurture' post.
Holkram is, I think, a Singaporean boy (coz his blog is http://lostsingaporeboy.blogspot.com mah!) who is now in the US (coz hor, it says so in his blog!).
I wonder if you, Holkram, have been able to access the Today article which had inspired me to write that particular post....
Ok, let's just say that indeed, men are, literally, dick-heads, since you used the term 'scientific evidence' on me... this ignorant arts graduate here not very scientific lah!
You know, animals also have this natural instinct to want multiple partners and spread their seeds.
But what makes us, humans, different from animals is that we have this thing called control... The ability to decide not to shit wherever we want to just coz we have a tummy-ache but to instead hold it in til we get to a toilet, for example.
What made me pissed off with the writer (not you, Holkram, but the Today writer) is that he was using nature to justify men cheating on their wives.
If men really had no control over their natural tendancies, then we would either (a) have a hell lot of prisons full of rapists, or (b) rape would not be considered a crime.
What that writer was saying was simply, tough luck ladies, your men are all naturally fucking animals so you'll just have to live with the fact that they will all fuck around and cheat on you.
Are you also saying, Holkram, that men can cheat on their wives coz it is a natural thing???
If that is the case, then I suppose all those married men out there who haven't cheated on their wives are unnatural men.
Whatever nature bestows on you... you can still make choices.
Nature can make you type (a)... but you can choose whether you wanna be type (a).
Perhaps you do have the urges... so maybe you go surf porn sites and wank off to them... there are ways to take care of your natural tendancies... but you can still choose not to go out, find a girl, and fuck her.
I have no problems with married couples who get a little excitment on the side outside of marriage. What I cannot stand are married men who justify themselves sleeping with other women by saying, "I cannot control my dick". They are trying to shrink from their responsibilities... because they did make the conscious decision to go screw another women. If you decide to fuck outside of marriage, then just simply say "I decided I wanna fuck outside of my marriage". Don't come and give me crap about how, "I could not control my dick lah!" They actually have a name for things like that, it is called sex addiction and can be treated in psycho hospitals.
I have nothing against cohabitation...
But I do not like men who say that oh, we should all cohabit to allow us men, with no control over our dicks, to fuck around.
So women who wanna marry, cannot marry coz, as usual, we have to make way for the men and accomodate their natural tendancies???
The reason given by that writer, for cohabitation, was totally wrong.
So you see Holkram, I believe that the decision to cheat is a conscious one. People who sleep around outside of marriage, made that conscious decision. People who sleep only with their wives, made that conscious decision to control that natural tendency to fuck around. That natural tendency is controllable... that is why we are humans, not animals.
Hence, it is 100% a matter of choice.
Of course you can choose to disagree with me... people who discuss opposing opinions implicitly make the decision that they will agree to disagree. I just wanted you to have a clearer understanding of where I am coming around...
Sigh...
Anyway, being the bitch that I usually am, I just couldn't resist replying to this comment from someone called Holkram about my 'nature vs nurture' post.
Holkram is, I think, a Singaporean boy (coz his blog is http://lostsingaporeboy.blogspot.com mah!) who is now in the US (coz hor, it says so in his blog!).
I wonder if you, Holkram, have been able to access the Today article which had inspired me to write that particular post....
Ok, let's just say that indeed, men are, literally, dick-heads, since you used the term 'scientific evidence' on me... this ignorant arts graduate here not very scientific lah!
You know, animals also have this natural instinct to want multiple partners and spread their seeds.
But what makes us, humans, different from animals is that we have this thing called control... The ability to decide not to shit wherever we want to just coz we have a tummy-ache but to instead hold it in til we get to a toilet, for example.
What made me pissed off with the writer (not you, Holkram, but the Today writer) is that he was using nature to justify men cheating on their wives.
If men really had no control over their natural tendancies, then we would either (a) have a hell lot of prisons full of rapists, or (b) rape would not be considered a crime.
What that writer was saying was simply, tough luck ladies, your men are all naturally fucking animals so you'll just have to live with the fact that they will all fuck around and cheat on you.
Are you also saying, Holkram, that men can cheat on their wives coz it is a natural thing???
If that is the case, then I suppose all those married men out there who haven't cheated on their wives are unnatural men.
Whatever nature bestows on you... you can still make choices.
Nature can make you type (a)... but you can choose whether you wanna be type (a).
Perhaps you do have the urges... so maybe you go surf porn sites and wank off to them... there are ways to take care of your natural tendancies... but you can still choose not to go out, find a girl, and fuck her.
I have no problems with married couples who get a little excitment on the side outside of marriage. What I cannot stand are married men who justify themselves sleeping with other women by saying, "I cannot control my dick". They are trying to shrink from their responsibilities... because they did make the conscious decision to go screw another women. If you decide to fuck outside of marriage, then just simply say "I decided I wanna fuck outside of my marriage". Don't come and give me crap about how, "I could not control my dick lah!" They actually have a name for things like that, it is called sex addiction and can be treated in psycho hospitals.
I have nothing against cohabitation...
But I do not like men who say that oh, we should all cohabit to allow us men, with no control over our dicks, to fuck around.
So women who wanna marry, cannot marry coz, as usual, we have to make way for the men and accomodate their natural tendancies???
The reason given by that writer, for cohabitation, was totally wrong.
So you see Holkram, I believe that the decision to cheat is a conscious one. People who sleep around outside of marriage, made that conscious decision. People who sleep only with their wives, made that conscious decision to control that natural tendency to fuck around. That natural tendency is controllable... that is why we are humans, not animals.
Hence, it is 100% a matter of choice.
Of course you can choose to disagree with me... people who discuss opposing opinions implicitly make the decision that they will agree to disagree. I just wanted you to have a clearer understanding of where I am coming around...
Tuesday, August 23, 2005
Nature vs Nurture
Some asshole wrote in to the Today papers today...
And basically he said that:
1) Philandering is in the male's nature
2) Men are USED TO a higher degree of physical sexual expression
3) Since women after marriage and especially after having kids lose their sexual drive, the men, unable to stop nature, go out and be unfaithful.
4) We should do away with the concept of marriage because, unlike the past, man no longer needs to provide for today's empowered women.
5) Cohabitation should be the way to go now. Then, both parties can:
(a) negotiate the terms of their cohabitation in a contract
(b) terms could go "to the extent where each party may have an allowable number of affairs a year". (to accomodate man's nature of fucking around)
I, on the other hand, argue that:
1) Men are evil bastards.
2) Men have no control over their dicks coz they are evil bastards
3) Because men have no control over their dicks since they are evil bastards, men will break women's hearts.
4) If men are gonna stray, then they had better jolly well have the GUTS to admit that they stray coz they CHOOSE to stray, instead of simply making nature their SCAPEGOAT.
...............
Well ok, so not all men are bastards.
But the point is this... if you wanna go cheat on your wife, then well, do it. But while nature may be an influencing factor, it is not THE factor.
At the end of the day, it all boils down the your individual personal CHOICE/DECISION.
I just got so pissed with his "it's in man's nature to fuck mah, so of course we will go fucking around lah!"
That's like me saying... "it's in my nature to cut men's balls off, so I go around cutting men's balls off lor! It's my nature, so you have no choice but to accept it lah! So please, men, line up and let me cut your balls off since I cannot control what nature has made me into."
Please lah... if you dare screw out, just say you screw around... dun be such a wimp.
I told someone once that while I may be upset, I won't be totally surprised if he 'cheats' on me coz (a) he's a male and men always screw around, and (b) men have this ability to separate emotions from sex.
But say he does 'cheat' on me... at least I know he wun tell me after it that he did it coz it's in his nature. He might say that oh well, she had the body of a sex goddess or something, but at the end of the day, it was about him deciding, 'oh ya well, since she's here before me, pussy's here, why not, i'll screw her', and not coz he's a lunatic with no control over his dick...
If I got married and my husband comes home one day and tells me:
1) I'm so sorry dear, but I had too much to drink, and she was there and so i slept with her.
- So he got drunk and was foolish.
--- I'll just divorce him and empty his bank account.
2) I met another woman who was fun, I liked her so I screwed her.
- So he's honest.
--- I'll just divorce him, empty his bank account and make sure I get the house too.
3) I saw some woman while out, and coz I cannot help my nature, of fucking to spread my seed, I screwed her... you must get used to it, coz it's in my nature.
---- I'll divorce him, empty his bank account, get the house, and hang him by his balls.
The guy who sent the letter in said, and I quote: "Is it time for women to expect less from their man? To realise and even to expect that their man cannot, by nature, only have one woman forever and ever?"
He just insulted ALL men by saying that males are weak beings.
You could have certain traits, but you can have control.
Oh, and he also said:"it seems the older a man gets, and the more he is confronted with his mortality, the more he desires to prove - both to himself and maybe even is friends - that he is still able to 'perform'".
So in other words... it's just his bloody insecurity and fragile ego that makes him want to screw around to prove to himself that he can screw.
Sigh.... this thing about it being man's nature to fuck around... let's just assume that it is really so, coz to debate it would be endless.
So there are men out there who will cheat on their wives... some wives cheat on their husbands... whatever rocks your bed.
Some prefer cohabitation to marriage.. whatever you feel more comfortable with.
But if you fucking wanna fuck around... then that is your CHOICE, not nature.
So have the guts to say it as it is.
And basically he said that:
1) Philandering is in the male's nature
2) Men are USED TO a higher degree of physical sexual expression
3) Since women after marriage and especially after having kids lose their sexual drive, the men, unable to stop nature, go out and be unfaithful.
4) We should do away with the concept of marriage because, unlike the past, man no longer needs to provide for today's empowered women.
5) Cohabitation should be the way to go now. Then, both parties can:
(a) negotiate the terms of their cohabitation in a contract
(b) terms could go "to the extent where each party may have an allowable number of affairs a year". (to accomodate man's nature of fucking around)
I, on the other hand, argue that:
1) Men are evil bastards.
2) Men have no control over their dicks coz they are evil bastards
3) Because men have no control over their dicks since they are evil bastards, men will break women's hearts.
4) If men are gonna stray, then they had better jolly well have the GUTS to admit that they stray coz they CHOOSE to stray, instead of simply making nature their SCAPEGOAT.
...............
Well ok, so not all men are bastards.
But the point is this... if you wanna go cheat on your wife, then well, do it. But while nature may be an influencing factor, it is not THE factor.
At the end of the day, it all boils down the your individual personal CHOICE/DECISION.
I just got so pissed with his "it's in man's nature to fuck mah, so of course we will go fucking around lah!"
That's like me saying... "it's in my nature to cut men's balls off, so I go around cutting men's balls off lor! It's my nature, so you have no choice but to accept it lah! So please, men, line up and let me cut your balls off since I cannot control what nature has made me into."
Please lah... if you dare screw out, just say you screw around... dun be such a wimp.
I told someone once that while I may be upset, I won't be totally surprised if he 'cheats' on me coz (a) he's a male and men always screw around, and (b) men have this ability to separate emotions from sex.
But say he does 'cheat' on me... at least I know he wun tell me after it that he did it coz it's in his nature. He might say that oh well, she had the body of a sex goddess or something, but at the end of the day, it was about him deciding, 'oh ya well, since she's here before me, pussy's here, why not, i'll screw her', and not coz he's a lunatic with no control over his dick...
If I got married and my husband comes home one day and tells me:
1) I'm so sorry dear, but I had too much to drink, and she was there and so i slept with her.
- So he got drunk and was foolish.
--- I'll just divorce him and empty his bank account.
2) I met another woman who was fun, I liked her so I screwed her.
- So he's honest.
--- I'll just divorce him, empty his bank account and make sure I get the house too.
3) I saw some woman while out, and coz I cannot help my nature, of fucking to spread my seed, I screwed her... you must get used to it, coz it's in my nature.
---- I'll divorce him, empty his bank account, get the house, and hang him by his balls.
The guy who sent the letter in said, and I quote: "Is it time for women to expect less from their man? To realise and even to expect that their man cannot, by nature, only have one woman forever and ever?"
He just insulted ALL men by saying that males are weak beings.
You could have certain traits, but you can have control.
Oh, and he also said:"it seems the older a man gets, and the more he is confronted with his mortality, the more he desires to prove - both to himself and maybe even is friends - that he is still able to 'perform'".
So in other words... it's just his bloody insecurity and fragile ego that makes him want to screw around to prove to himself that he can screw.
Sigh.... this thing about it being man's nature to fuck around... let's just assume that it is really so, coz to debate it would be endless.
So there are men out there who will cheat on their wives... some wives cheat on their husbands... whatever rocks your bed.
Some prefer cohabitation to marriage.. whatever you feel more comfortable with.
But if you fucking wanna fuck around... then that is your CHOICE, not nature.
So have the guts to say it as it is.
Monday, August 22, 2005
I have found it, Ladies and Gentlemen....
The Green Fairy... Absinthe...
I always figured Absinthe sounds like it came from the word 'abstain' for a reason so good that it should be ignored.
It's supposed to be a very pleasant mixture of evil and goodness... I've been dying to try it since I saw it on Discovery's Travel and Living channel.
(in case you're so duh that you've never heard about the green fairy... go do a google)
And guess what? Although it's supposed to be illegal in many countries, the green fairy is here in Singapore, yes, you read right, anal fucking retentive and conservative Singapore!!!!
Ballymoon
#01-06/08, Orchard Hotel Shopping Arcade,
Open 6.30pm to 1am Mon - Thurs, 2am Fri and Sat, midnight Sun.
And apparrently...
a) Friday-tinis - All martinis $10 nett from 6.30pm till close, every Friday
b) 1 for 1 - All house pour sprits from 6.30pm till 9pm daily
Doesn't the place look so damn nice?
Must really thank Miss DrinkALot... she mentioned it in her blog, and I was like 'What?!?!?!'
Being the SGFairy, it's only right that I should meet up with the Green Fairy, no?
One more reason to look forward to my paycheck!
I always figured Absinthe sounds like it came from the word 'abstain' for a reason so good that it should be ignored.
It's supposed to be a very pleasant mixture of evil and goodness... I've been dying to try it since I saw it on Discovery's Travel and Living channel.
(in case you're so duh that you've never heard about the green fairy... go do a google)
And guess what? Although it's supposed to be illegal in many countries, the green fairy is here in Singapore, yes, you read right, anal fucking retentive and conservative Singapore!!!!
Ballymoon
#01-06/08, Orchard Hotel Shopping Arcade,
Open 6.30pm to 1am Mon - Thurs, 2am Fri and Sat, midnight Sun.
And apparrently...
a) Friday-tinis - All martinis $10 nett from 6.30pm till close, every Friday
b) 1 for 1 - All house pour sprits from 6.30pm till 9pm daily
Doesn't the place look so damn nice?
Must really thank Miss DrinkALot... she mentioned it in her blog, and I was like 'What?!?!?!'
Being the SGFairy, it's only right that I should meet up with the Green Fairy, no?
One more reason to look forward to my paycheck!
Sunday, August 21, 2005
Dream a little dream of me...
I wonder what's the meaning behind these dreams I've been having...
They are even possessing my charcoal sketches!!!
Hmm....
They are even possessing my charcoal sketches!!!
Hmm....
fuck fuck fuck...
I just stumbled upon this site which mentioned Teuila Oyster Shots.
The oyster topped with a combination of red pepper, shallots, parsley and chives served together with a dash of limejuice and tequila in a salt coated shot glass
Doesn't that just sound heavenly????????????
YES!
I just stumbled upon this site which mentioned Teuila Oyster Shots.
The oyster topped with a combination of red pepper, shallots, parsley and chives served together with a dash of limejuice and tequila in a salt coated shot glass
Doesn't that just sound heavenly????????????
YES!
A degree really isn't your ticket to life and all its material wonders
I had told friends that the new job had to do with credit management and assessment, because that was what the boss told me the jobscope would be.
Then when I arrived, I was dumped at a desk and taught the wonders of processing court documents.
This is how you fill in the 'Writs of Summons' letter, ok? Change these address, the monetary figures the bank is going after the debtor for... blah blah blah
I feel so powerful, I know the documents you need to make someone bankrupt and how to file them out.
And I see other girls in the office liaisoning with banks, doing credit assessment.
I feel cheated.
I dun want to come across as being arrogant because I am not. I agree that a degree doesn't guarantee you a high-flying job. But the thing is, I was told I would get such and such a jobscope, and I end up with a typing job.
It can be a difficult job because everyone is pressurizing you to quickly do their document coz everyone wants theirs like, a minute ago. And you have to make sure the details are all correct, and trust me, it is no fun rushing for time as you try to sort out all the figures to come up with the client's Proof of Debt.
But I just dun feel so proud of myself right now.. I dun feel like I'm an accomplished individual. Like, wtf, I'm a graduate, but yet I am not good enough.
I like the fast-paced environment in this office, and yes, I do enjoy the pressure... and the girls in the office are nice, and oh please, how many offices actually set smoking breaks for their smoking employees???
but I want more of a challenge.. I wanna be analysing stuff... etc...
I keep telling myself... maybe the boss is trying to test me. Cos almost all his employees are diploma holders so he wants to see if this graduate is an arrogant bitch. So put her in the lowest, most thankless job and see how she manages.. and if she does well, then put her in something else.
And I keep thinking about my paycheck... and how Starhub will cut my line soon coz I have zero money to pay my hp bills... I skip lunch or bring bread from home coz Shenton Way hawker food is freaking expensive (yet i'm still putting on loads of weight!)... I wonder if I should even be buying myself a cup of kopi-o from the coffeeshop... i am committing the beauty sin of using soap to wash my face coz i dun wanna buy a proper facial wash as that's money... and it's hard, almost embarrassing to arrange friends coz i'm broke, and if I really do wanna meet a friend, I have to hope they dun mind meeting at a coffeeshop or going out for ladies' night coz I'm a cheapskate who cannot buy my own poison.
It's..... depressing... I will stick with this job... and keep praying for pay-check day to come soon...
Thank goodness He has been keeping me sane these past few days.... haha, when He asked me how work was... I did not tell Him much mainly coz the atmosphere was so right and I didn't wanna spoil the mood... I would rather be thinking about Him and listening to Him tell me about all He had been doing than my work, like, ok, office hours are over so let's close the door to that. But I will talk to Him more about it, tell Him about my colleagues etc... coz I know He would want to hear them... just give me a bit of time to get over my whinning ok?
Really, Him, thank you for the past few days...
I look at the Recruit, and wonder if I should even bother looking through it.
Even if I was stripped of my degree... I am still an intelligent, highly capable person.
So why am I spending 9 hours, 5 days a week, typing documents??!?!?!?!
I am very grateful for this job...
Am just feeling that I'm lacking in the job-satisfaction department... and since this is my blog, I can jolly well whine about it as much as I want to, so there!
And if there are any of you out there who really do care about me... dun worry about me.
This is just a 'I am in a depressed mood' fairy right now.
And I seriously, seriously.... need hard liquor...
Can you believe it? I actually had a dream last night where I was at a bar, and before me were glasses after glasses of beer, volka, gin tonic, wine, tequila!!!!!!!!!!
Shit... my parents are now back from KL.
Would it be too cheapskate to go CU or something on wed at about 9-plus... sit at their bar and keep ordering and drinking for an hour or so, then go home?
Ya, I thought so too...
But considering how I've been having these minor breathing problems (dun worry, I can still have rough kinky sex ;> )... maybe I should lay off the ciggies and alcohol...
Maybe.
Speaking of which, Nis was asking me very strange questions about sex the other night... I highly suspect that she just had a sexual encounter but since she has firmly denied it, I shall continue pretending along with her that they are really just questions she is asking on someone else's behalf, just to save her the embarrassment.
Yes, Nis, I know... I'm EVIL....
You better jolly well let me in on that piece of gossip soon... I'm dying of curiosity.
Yes, we're all gossiping bitches.
I'm feeling a little better now.... you always get into a better mood once you start dwelling on the scandalous things that other people have gotten into... gossip can make one feel good, when the gossip does not involve yourself.
Then when I arrived, I was dumped at a desk and taught the wonders of processing court documents.
This is how you fill in the 'Writs of Summons' letter, ok? Change these address, the monetary figures the bank is going after the debtor for... blah blah blah
I feel so powerful, I know the documents you need to make someone bankrupt and how to file them out.
And I see other girls in the office liaisoning with banks, doing credit assessment.
I feel cheated.
I dun want to come across as being arrogant because I am not. I agree that a degree doesn't guarantee you a high-flying job. But the thing is, I was told I would get such and such a jobscope, and I end up with a typing job.
It can be a difficult job because everyone is pressurizing you to quickly do their document coz everyone wants theirs like, a minute ago. And you have to make sure the details are all correct, and trust me, it is no fun rushing for time as you try to sort out all the figures to come up with the client's Proof of Debt.
But I just dun feel so proud of myself right now.. I dun feel like I'm an accomplished individual. Like, wtf, I'm a graduate, but yet I am not good enough.
I like the fast-paced environment in this office, and yes, I do enjoy the pressure... and the girls in the office are nice, and oh please, how many offices actually set smoking breaks for their smoking employees???
but I want more of a challenge.. I wanna be analysing stuff... etc...
I keep telling myself... maybe the boss is trying to test me. Cos almost all his employees are diploma holders so he wants to see if this graduate is an arrogant bitch. So put her in the lowest, most thankless job and see how she manages.. and if she does well, then put her in something else.
And I keep thinking about my paycheck... and how Starhub will cut my line soon coz I have zero money to pay my hp bills... I skip lunch or bring bread from home coz Shenton Way hawker food is freaking expensive (yet i'm still putting on loads of weight!)... I wonder if I should even be buying myself a cup of kopi-o from the coffeeshop... i am committing the beauty sin of using soap to wash my face coz i dun wanna buy a proper facial wash as that's money... and it's hard, almost embarrassing to arrange friends coz i'm broke, and if I really do wanna meet a friend, I have to hope they dun mind meeting at a coffeeshop or going out for ladies' night coz I'm a cheapskate who cannot buy my own poison.
It's..... depressing... I will stick with this job... and keep praying for pay-check day to come soon...
Thank goodness He has been keeping me sane these past few days.... haha, when He asked me how work was... I did not tell Him much mainly coz the atmosphere was so right and I didn't wanna spoil the mood... I would rather be thinking about Him and listening to Him tell me about all He had been doing than my work, like, ok, office hours are over so let's close the door to that. But I will talk to Him more about it, tell Him about my colleagues etc... coz I know He would want to hear them... just give me a bit of time to get over my whinning ok?
Really, Him, thank you for the past few days...
I look at the Recruit, and wonder if I should even bother looking through it.
Even if I was stripped of my degree... I am still an intelligent, highly capable person.
So why am I spending 9 hours, 5 days a week, typing documents??!?!?!?!
I am very grateful for this job...
Am just feeling that I'm lacking in the job-satisfaction department... and since this is my blog, I can jolly well whine about it as much as I want to, so there!
And if there are any of you out there who really do care about me... dun worry about me.
This is just a 'I am in a depressed mood' fairy right now.
And I seriously, seriously.... need hard liquor...
Can you believe it? I actually had a dream last night where I was at a bar, and before me were glasses after glasses of beer, volka, gin tonic, wine, tequila!!!!!!!!!!
Shit... my parents are now back from KL.
Would it be too cheapskate to go CU or something on wed at about 9-plus... sit at their bar and keep ordering and drinking for an hour or so, then go home?
Ya, I thought so too...
But considering how I've been having these minor breathing problems (dun worry, I can still have rough kinky sex ;> )... maybe I should lay off the ciggies and alcohol...
Maybe.
Speaking of which, Nis was asking me very strange questions about sex the other night... I highly suspect that she just had a sexual encounter but since she has firmly denied it, I shall continue pretending along with her that they are really just questions she is asking on someone else's behalf, just to save her the embarrassment.
Yes, Nis, I know... I'm EVIL....
You better jolly well let me in on that piece of gossip soon... I'm dying of curiosity.
Yes, we're all gossiping bitches.
I'm feeling a little better now.... you always get into a better mood once you start dwelling on the scandalous things that other people have gotten into... gossip can make one feel good, when the gossip does not involve yourself.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Just chatting with Nis in IM... I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing that no matter what, one of the things we'll always talk about is food.
But anyway... I noticed that she's now into the "a man's voice is the way to a woman's heart" phase, so:
sgfairy says:
u know what the real way to a woman's heart is?
nis says:
wat?
sgfairy says:
with a knife thru the chest
nis says:
.........
nis says:
tts sadistic
sgfairy says:
my pleasure
nis says:
........
I laughed so hard at her reaction... dear ah, it's not like you haven't know me for the past 3 yrs (gosh, have we really known each other that long?)
By the way, I was flipping through 8-days just now and came across their horoscope page. And because this is MY time, they put a little something up about Virgos:
"Virgos have a great sense of justice and fair play (read: anal-retentive). They are loving and will always put those around them at ease (oh really?) They instinctively know how to righ wrongs (I hope so)."
My horoscope for this month was the best:
"You can afford to be helpful - and to give partners the benefit of your wonderfully wise advice (I didn't know if I should concentrate on the 'wonderfully wise advice' bit or the fact that it states 'partnerS').
Yet it's a condition of success today that you pursue your goals in a down-to-earth and business-like manner, one step at a time - wit maximum regard for long-term results (that'll help me put up with this unfulfilling job)"
I dun believe in horoscopes though I do like to entertain myself often with reminders that I am The Virgin. And I do like the analysis the moon-and-stars peopl make of virgos, most times.
But I couldn't help thinking what a conincidence it was that after being told I can be quite dogmatic some times, I read that we virgos 'have a great sense of justice'. Hmm... so perhaps I am really anal-retentive at times.
Well ok.... I am selective about what I wanna be anal about, that I'll admit.
Part 2:
sgfairy says:
ur reaction.. classic... i'm going to blog it
nis says:
hahah wat else u want me to say? i'm speechless... lol... fine
sgfairy says:
oh come on.. dun tell me u never hear of this before
nis says:
nope i haven!! or so i tink
sgfairy says:
tsk tsk... from the ' the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach', to which u reply, "no, actually, it's thru the chest with a knife'
nis says:
ehh but i meant "woman" not "man"
nis says:
hahah but for the man - yah tt's a gd one
sgfairy says:
aiyah... if man can stab.. then woman can also stab mah... all flesh and blood
Nis hasn't replied since... I think she's still trying to recover.
I wonder if I should go open the one bottle of red wine I found at home...
But anyway... I noticed that she's now into the "a man's voice is the way to a woman's heart" phase, so:
sgfairy says:
u know what the real way to a woman's heart is?
nis says:
wat?
sgfairy says:
with a knife thru the chest
nis says:
.........
nis says:
tts sadistic
sgfairy says:
my pleasure
nis says:
........
I laughed so hard at her reaction... dear ah, it's not like you haven't know me for the past 3 yrs (gosh, have we really known each other that long?)
By the way, I was flipping through 8-days just now and came across their horoscope page. And because this is MY time, they put a little something up about Virgos:
"Virgos have a great sense of justice and fair play (read: anal-retentive). They are loving and will always put those around them at ease (oh really?) They instinctively know how to righ wrongs (I hope so)."
My horoscope for this month was the best:
"You can afford to be helpful - and to give partners the benefit of your wonderfully wise advice (I didn't know if I should concentrate on the 'wonderfully wise advice' bit or the fact that it states 'partnerS').
Yet it's a condition of success today that you pursue your goals in a down-to-earth and business-like manner, one step at a time - wit maximum regard for long-term results (that'll help me put up with this unfulfilling job)"
I dun believe in horoscopes though I do like to entertain myself often with reminders that I am The Virgin. And I do like the analysis the moon-and-stars peopl make of virgos, most times.
But I couldn't help thinking what a conincidence it was that after being told I can be quite dogmatic some times, I read that we virgos 'have a great sense of justice'. Hmm... so perhaps I am really anal-retentive at times.
Well ok.... I am selective about what I wanna be anal about, that I'll admit.
Part 2:
sgfairy says:
ur reaction.. classic... i'm going to blog it
nis says:
hahah wat else u want me to say? i'm speechless... lol... fine
sgfairy says:
oh come on.. dun tell me u never hear of this before
nis says:
nope i haven!! or so i tink
sgfairy says:
tsk tsk... from the ' the way to a man's heart is thru his stomach', to which u reply, "no, actually, it's thru the chest with a knife'
nis says:
ehh but i meant "woman" not "man"
nis says:
hahah but for the man - yah tt's a gd one
sgfairy says:
aiyah... if man can stab.. then woman can also stab mah... all flesh and blood
Nis hasn't replied since... I think she's still trying to recover.
I wonder if I should go open the one bottle of red wine I found at home...
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Let's discuss this for a bit...
The question of whether a blogger should be anomynous or not.
I'll be frank... the main reason why I would like to 'expose' myself, so to speak, is that I am a vain proud slut who feels that she has had some rather lovely pictures of herself taken, and she wants to show them off. (especially the pics for sat's dinner... damn I looked good!)
I know it sounds really superficial of me, but if you'll just climb down your high horse, you'll realise you're not much different from me... we're all vain-pots at heart.
But... I have talked before about some rather personal things... and SG is damn small a place. What if a relative happens to come across my blog site just coz he googled 'sex', and he starts telling everyone that I'm not the virginal innocent-looking uni girl he see once/twice a year, and gasp! I've asked my parents to fuck off before! (many people were upset/shocked with that particular post of mine; again I say, you and I, we're not much different)
And unlike some people, I do mean it when I say I dun want to embarrass/worry/upset my parents, I dun want to put them through shit.... yup, you heard me right, this ain't some publicity stunt that'll enable me to grab a couple of book deals, sell some paintings, and have my breasts travel the globe.
Oh, by the way, I did a charcoal sketch not too long ago. I think I'm going to call it 'Dark Heart'... does that sound arty enough?
Starting bid is S$100. Thank you for your kind donations to the 'Feed-an-SG-Fairy' fund.
Sorry.. got side-tracked.... we were going to discuss me, as usual.
I know that I have readers... no matter how small the figure it may be, you're still my die-hard fans (you must be really die.hard. if you bother to come here to read my blog)... so let's see how powerful and influential I am with this simple exercise: leave comments and tell me whether or not you feel I should remain anonymous or not.
Ok?
And I'll see back, and wait and see....
I'll be frank... the main reason why I would like to 'expose' myself, so to speak, is that I am a vain proud slut who feels that she has had some rather lovely pictures of herself taken, and she wants to show them off. (especially the pics for sat's dinner... damn I looked good!)
I know it sounds really superficial of me, but if you'll just climb down your high horse, you'll realise you're not much different from me... we're all vain-pots at heart.
But... I have talked before about some rather personal things... and SG is damn small a place. What if a relative happens to come across my blog site just coz he googled 'sex', and he starts telling everyone that I'm not the virginal innocent-looking uni girl he see once/twice a year, and gasp! I've asked my parents to fuck off before! (many people were upset/shocked with that particular post of mine; again I say, you and I, we're not much different)
And unlike some people, I do mean it when I say I dun want to embarrass/worry/upset my parents, I dun want to put them through shit.... yup, you heard me right, this ain't some publicity stunt that'll enable me to grab a couple of book deals, sell some paintings, and have my breasts travel the globe.
Oh, by the way, I did a charcoal sketch not too long ago. I think I'm going to call it 'Dark Heart'... does that sound arty enough?
Starting bid is S$100. Thank you for your kind donations to the 'Feed-an-SG-Fairy' fund.
Sorry.. got side-tracked.... we were going to discuss me, as usual.
I know that I have readers... no matter how small the figure it may be, you're still my die-hard fans (you must be really die.hard. if you bother to come here to read my blog)... so let's see how powerful and influential I am with this simple exercise: leave comments and tell me whether or not you feel I should remain anonymous or not.
Ok?
And I'll see back, and wait and see....
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Keep your fingers crossed for me...
I'm going to be the very Shenton Way slut I swore as a child never ever ever to be when I grow up.
So where's your new workplace?
Oh, it's in Shenton Way
I have betrayed my beliefs and ideals...
I'm going to be walking down Shenton Way tomorrow, pants and all.... walking into an office whose business I'm not the least bit interested in...
I'm going to work there coz they've offered me an attractive salary.
Whatever happened to following your dreams, being willing to be a pauper if that'll mean you can be true to yourself etc?
Oh ya.... the bills, fees, study loans to tackle...
Adulthood really does burst many bubbles, no?
Dun get me wrong, I am grateful for this job... I really am... like I said, I need the money... and I am willing to give this job a try, coz who knows, it could just open doors I never dreamt existed.
I'm just in a whinning mood...
I miss politics.
All you fucking undergrads out there complaining about thick coursepacks, presentations and essays..... you better be grateful and treasure the numerous trips to the RBR desk while you still can.
So where's your new workplace?
Oh, it's in Shenton Way
I have betrayed my beliefs and ideals...
I'm going to be walking down Shenton Way tomorrow, pants and all.... walking into an office whose business I'm not the least bit interested in...
I'm going to work there coz they've offered me an attractive salary.
Whatever happened to following your dreams, being willing to be a pauper if that'll mean you can be true to yourself etc?
Oh ya.... the bills, fees, study loans to tackle...
Adulthood really does burst many bubbles, no?
Dun get me wrong, I am grateful for this job... I really am... like I said, I need the money... and I am willing to give this job a try, coz who knows, it could just open doors I never dreamt existed.
I'm just in a whinning mood...
I miss politics.
All you fucking undergrads out there complaining about thick coursepacks, presentations and essays..... you better be grateful and treasure the numerous trips to the RBR desk while you still can.
Political Science Dinner... where we all sit around and pretend to be politicans
Well ok, so it wasn't exactly like that.
We were all just students (I pretended that I was still a young undergrad) who sat around, enjoyed the nice buffet spread, and talked a bit with our lecturers. There were also, of course, speeches etc... but hey, you need to let your head of department speak if you want him to sponser most of the cost of the dinner.
At first, I was a little reluctant to go because I've always spent saturday nights lazing around at home. But there was going to be a presentation by 2 friends about the Indo trip so I went to give support.
I must say, the presentation was very very good. Great job, Simon and Shida!
Hehe.... it was so very funny, the manner by which they tallked about the constraints we faced for the trip. Apart from the usual shit about how parents worried for our safety etc, they did spend quite a bit of time on our budget. Like Shida said, "more money is always welcome!" I'm sure our Arts fac Dean, Vice-Deans, and head of department got that message, crystal-clear.
But you know what I enjoyed most about the dinner? It was the chats etc. Lol, by the time we were half-way through the evening, I was wishing that I had wore a sign around my neck which said "The new job I got is about credit assessment and management" and blah blah blah... coz people were coming up to me and congratulating me on having clinched a job so quickly. Gosh, I tell just one person, and word gets around so fast.
I met Ben there too.... He got a job in MFA!!! MFA!!!! I'm so jealous! To sum it all up, his job is sorta like a combination of politics and Arts Club.... sigh... I want a MFA job too! But ok lah... I'm quite happy with this job I got... it pays quite well, the hours are normal, so ya, no complaints.
After the dinner, Mimi, Wani, Mich, Andy and I went for kopi. We walked all the way to this Malay coffeeshop behind Boat Quay, sat around, lim kopi, and talk cock sing song for a while. I really enjoyed the time spent with them... it was so relaxed and meaningful.
I suppose that when you're seeing the same faces day after day for a month.... you create this almost special sort of friendship with these people. You would have seen the good, the bad and the ugly sides of them, been with them when they were all dressed up in formal attire, and also when they're in sleep gear. So the way the friendship built up, in this unique manner, would have created a different special sort of bonding.
So I am very glad I went for the trip. I did not just return a more-informed individual, but I came back with a new batch of friends. And if I haven't said it before, let me now tell you guys this: I feel very privileged to have known you people.
We were talking about how we'll meet up soon to catch up etc... let's make sure we do do that, ok?
Oh, we're not going to be voting after all... darn!
We were all just students (I pretended that I was still a young undergrad) who sat around, enjoyed the nice buffet spread, and talked a bit with our lecturers. There were also, of course, speeches etc... but hey, you need to let your head of department speak if you want him to sponser most of the cost of the dinner.
At first, I was a little reluctant to go because I've always spent saturday nights lazing around at home. But there was going to be a presentation by 2 friends about the Indo trip so I went to give support.
I must say, the presentation was very very good. Great job, Simon and Shida!
Hehe.... it was so very funny, the manner by which they tallked about the constraints we faced for the trip. Apart from the usual shit about how parents worried for our safety etc, they did spend quite a bit of time on our budget. Like Shida said, "more money is always welcome!" I'm sure our Arts fac Dean, Vice-Deans, and head of department got that message, crystal-clear.
But you know what I enjoyed most about the dinner? It was the chats etc. Lol, by the time we were half-way through the evening, I was wishing that I had wore a sign around my neck which said "The new job I got is about credit assessment and management" and blah blah blah... coz people were coming up to me and congratulating me on having clinched a job so quickly. Gosh, I tell just one person, and word gets around so fast.
I met Ben there too.... He got a job in MFA!!! MFA!!!! I'm so jealous! To sum it all up, his job is sorta like a combination of politics and Arts Club.... sigh... I want a MFA job too! But ok lah... I'm quite happy with this job I got... it pays quite well, the hours are normal, so ya, no complaints.
After the dinner, Mimi, Wani, Mich, Andy and I went for kopi. We walked all the way to this Malay coffeeshop behind Boat Quay, sat around, lim kopi, and talk cock sing song for a while. I really enjoyed the time spent with them... it was so relaxed and meaningful.
I suppose that when you're seeing the same faces day after day for a month.... you create this almost special sort of friendship with these people. You would have seen the good, the bad and the ugly sides of them, been with them when they were all dressed up in formal attire, and also when they're in sleep gear. So the way the friendship built up, in this unique manner, would have created a different special sort of bonding.
So I am very glad I went for the trip. I did not just return a more-informed individual, but I came back with a new batch of friends. And if I haven't said it before, let me now tell you guys this: I feel very privileged to have known you people.
We were talking about how we'll meet up soon to catch up etc... let's make sure we do do that, ok?
Oh, we're not going to be voting after all... darn!
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Happy Birthday Singapore!
My dog enjoyed watching the NDP on tv just now.
I love my country. Sure there are some areas which we could work on (dun get me started on them) but on the whole.... no matter what, this is HOME so ya, screw those of you unpatriotic bastards who love to do nothing except complain, complain, and complain about how you hate your homeland.
Speaking of birthdays... I just realised that mine is coming up in about a month's time. So I'll be 22, hopefully employed, and with another year added on to my years of lif experiences. And much fatter than the period just before I left for Indonesia. Sigh... somehow, I've got to shoo all laziness away and get my butt back down to the gym. I put on sooooooo much weight! And well, perhaps I smoked a little too much while in Indonesia. The other day when I was with Him, I was, err, exercising, and suddenly I felt so out of breath. The world went for a spin, the music started fading out, I could bearly hear myself tellng Him to let me go coz I need a break, and I collapsed. Talk about a mood-spoiler.
So see... I have to get back to the gym and fit once again, so I can exercise more for longer periods of time.
And since some of you are such anal-retentive asses.... no, the above account does not mean that my sex life is non-existent.
I am a good fuck, thank you very much.
Oh, btw Net, have you ever considered writing a book? Your blog account was simply... out of this world. :P
Saturday, August 06, 2005
In the Weekend Today, there was an article about this new online community for beautiful people in SG... this club apparrently 'aims to be a platform for its elite clu of members to meet and socialise over the Internet and in person at its monthly parties... aims to save these people from wasting time meeting unattractive people on the Net'. (as quoted from the paper)
I didn't know that appearance-ist was becoming that big.
So you have slimming companies getting already skinny celebs to endorse their products... and now you've this stupid thing about 'membership by beauty'???
What are we telling kids these days? That you must be skinny and pretty and all that crap if not you're nothing???
How snobbish.... like, "Eeee.. ugly people, get them away from me!"
I admit that to some extent, looks do matter. But this is taking it a little too far. Whatever happened to looking at character, personality?
This is no different from racism. You judge, have steraotypes based on a person's looks. Only beautiful people are good, fun-loving, while ugly people are dull idiots, so let's be exclusive and create a community where we can keep away from these untouchables.
It looks like Singaporeans aren't as matured as we thought we had become. We're still the same closed-minded blind people that we have always been.
It just saddens me... not that I'm not a model beauty and so hence I cannot join, but that people can be elitist til such a superficial extent and so closed-up. You would have thought that with all that has happened since 9/11 etc, we would have realised that we're all humans, and that we had better jolly well learn to be nice and loving to one another.
But no.... Singaporeans are still so self-centred.
I am aware that there are good Singaporeans out there, good for you... it's the rest that I feel so... disappointed with.
Anywayz...
Oh, we might get to vote after all.
Do you think it's possible that the government heads had a meeting and thought, "hey, we got to keep the people happy. So why don't we find another presidential candidate and let the people have all the fun in the campagining, casting of votes etc? Then, we can hold general elections not too long after that, and the people will be quiet and content cos they already got their chance to vote already; they wun put forth silly demands to have more opposition members in parliament etc. I know, let's find some stat board guy."
And so now we have Mr Andrew Kuan.
He totally smells of PAP lor.... all that serving which he has done in the grassroots etc...
I must say, he'll really have to work on his charisma if he wants to win (I bet he wun win, even if the presidential elections committee approves him)... Mr Nathan is like, everyone's grandfather/father (no, I'm not thinking about Dr. M here).
Oh... geez, how could I have forgotten this...
I bumped into an old friend today while in Orchard. I wun exactly call her a friend, just someone I happen, unfortunately, to know. I was all nicely-dressed up (had a job interview earlier on) and looking really funky and cool... and there she was, in dumpy shorts and a tee. But she was still gloating over me. Why? Oh well coz she was clinging all over this guy whom she later introduced as 'my dear-dear' (someone pass me a bag to puke into, please), and I was alone. And she got even more excited, oh, I mean, sympathetic when I politely informed that yes, I am still single after all these years.
Slut.
Dun misunderstand... she's not a slut coz she has a bf and I dun. I dun need to have a bf to cling on to coz I have a perfect pair of legs for walking, no need for support, thank you. She was a slut simply coz she was behaving as though having a boyfriend made her more superior to me.
It's kinda pathetic if you need a boyfriend to make you feel that you can measure up, or that you're soooo good.
I'm wonderful on my own, with or without a male by my side.
And besides, the guy wasn't all that good-looking, and he didn't have a good voice; he mumbled all the time.
But he's a rich kid... branded clothes, bag, shades, watch.... and of course, she kept reminding me that he owns a sports car... I can't remember the brand, couldn't be bothered. And yes, apparrently, "I always insist that it's not necessary but he keeps insisting on buying me these ridiculous jewellery. Oh just look at this pendant, doesn't the diamond just sparkle so brightly?" *roll eyes*
Someone, please, tell me why there are such insecure, superficial people in this world?
Love doesn't depend on looks, money etc....
Then again, I'm not sure love exists in the first place.
I didn't know that appearance-ist was becoming that big.
So you have slimming companies getting already skinny celebs to endorse their products... and now you've this stupid thing about 'membership by beauty'???
What are we telling kids these days? That you must be skinny and pretty and all that crap if not you're nothing???
How snobbish.... like, "Eeee.. ugly people, get them away from me!"
I admit that to some extent, looks do matter. But this is taking it a little too far. Whatever happened to looking at character, personality?
This is no different from racism. You judge, have steraotypes based on a person's looks. Only beautiful people are good, fun-loving, while ugly people are dull idiots, so let's be exclusive and create a community where we can keep away from these untouchables.
It looks like Singaporeans aren't as matured as we thought we had become. We're still the same closed-minded blind people that we have always been.
It just saddens me... not that I'm not a model beauty and so hence I cannot join, but that people can be elitist til such a superficial extent and so closed-up. You would have thought that with all that has happened since 9/11 etc, we would have realised that we're all humans, and that we had better jolly well learn to be nice and loving to one another.
But no.... Singaporeans are still so self-centred.
I am aware that there are good Singaporeans out there, good for you... it's the rest that I feel so... disappointed with.
Anywayz...
Oh, we might get to vote after all.
Do you think it's possible that the government heads had a meeting and thought, "hey, we got to keep the people happy. So why don't we find another presidential candidate and let the people have all the fun in the campagining, casting of votes etc? Then, we can hold general elections not too long after that, and the people will be quiet and content cos they already got their chance to vote already; they wun put forth silly demands to have more opposition members in parliament etc. I know, let's find some stat board guy."
And so now we have Mr Andrew Kuan.
He totally smells of PAP lor.... all that serving which he has done in the grassroots etc...
I must say, he'll really have to work on his charisma if he wants to win (I bet he wun win, even if the presidential elections committee approves him)... Mr Nathan is like, everyone's grandfather/father (no, I'm not thinking about Dr. M here).
Oh... geez, how could I have forgotten this...
I bumped into an old friend today while in Orchard. I wun exactly call her a friend, just someone I happen, unfortunately, to know. I was all nicely-dressed up (had a job interview earlier on) and looking really funky and cool... and there she was, in dumpy shorts and a tee. But she was still gloating over me. Why? Oh well coz she was clinging all over this guy whom she later introduced as 'my dear-dear' (someone pass me a bag to puke into, please), and I was alone. And she got even more excited, oh, I mean, sympathetic when I politely informed that yes, I am still single after all these years.
Slut.
Dun misunderstand... she's not a slut coz she has a bf and I dun. I dun need to have a bf to cling on to coz I have a perfect pair of legs for walking, no need for support, thank you. She was a slut simply coz she was behaving as though having a boyfriend made her more superior to me.
It's kinda pathetic if you need a boyfriend to make you feel that you can measure up, or that you're soooo good.
I'm wonderful on my own, with or without a male by my side.
And besides, the guy wasn't all that good-looking, and he didn't have a good voice; he mumbled all the time.
But he's a rich kid... branded clothes, bag, shades, watch.... and of course, she kept reminding me that he owns a sports car... I can't remember the brand, couldn't be bothered. And yes, apparrently, "I always insist that it's not necessary but he keeps insisting on buying me these ridiculous jewellery. Oh just look at this pendant, doesn't the diamond just sparkle so brightly?" *roll eyes*
Someone, please, tell me why there are such insecure, superficial people in this world?
Love doesn't depend on looks, money etc....
Then again, I'm not sure love exists in the first place.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Why can't parents just fuck off sometimes????
i am soooo bloody pissed off lah!
"we are just concerned and worried for you... for staying up late at night surfing the net."
what is your bloody problem? i spend god knows how many hours looking for jobs online, making amendments to my CV to suit each bloody job and then send them out... i dun go porn surfing and most times, i only chat to 1-2 person online, and they're friends, not sex perverts
for bloody sake, i am going to be 22 next month, that's TWENTY-TWO. so stop bossing me ard!
you were never there for me when i was young, you never bloody gave a damn about me. i could be in the toilet cutting myself with a razor blade and you all were just sitting out laughing over some stupid tv programme. you never cared... and since i'm all used to you not being in my life.. you can bloody well keep it that way and butt out!
all you want is this perfect daughter... the daughter who didn't embarrass you, didn't have to have you going down to the clinic and finding out that oh yes, your daughter had a bloody abortion. so what if i'm not the perfect christian daughter? so what if i refuse to go for some stupid youth ministry? so what if i have multiple piercings on my ears? i could bloody well go out and pierce my nipples and you can't do fuck about it. i'm sorry i'm not some blooody sweet, gentle, innocent virgin of a daughter. that's life, so screw it!
if you are not in surfing the net til 1-2am, so fuck it. if you like to sleep early, then you jolly well go do it on your own. i'm young, i like to stay up late, so fuck off.
stupid parental concern shit.
i so seriously want to break something now
i wanna move out... i so so so wanna move out. i was looking at the house ads just now... and fuck... i really want to move out.
"we are just concerned and worried for you... for staying up late at night surfing the net."
what is your bloody problem? i spend god knows how many hours looking for jobs online, making amendments to my CV to suit each bloody job and then send them out... i dun go porn surfing and most times, i only chat to 1-2 person online, and they're friends, not sex perverts
for bloody sake, i am going to be 22 next month, that's TWENTY-TWO. so stop bossing me ard!
you were never there for me when i was young, you never bloody gave a damn about me. i could be in the toilet cutting myself with a razor blade and you all were just sitting out laughing over some stupid tv programme. you never cared... and since i'm all used to you not being in my life.. you can bloody well keep it that way and butt out!
all you want is this perfect daughter... the daughter who didn't embarrass you, didn't have to have you going down to the clinic and finding out that oh yes, your daughter had a bloody abortion. so what if i'm not the perfect christian daughter? so what if i refuse to go for some stupid youth ministry? so what if i have multiple piercings on my ears? i could bloody well go out and pierce my nipples and you can't do fuck about it. i'm sorry i'm not some blooody sweet, gentle, innocent virgin of a daughter. that's life, so screw it!
if you are not in surfing the net til 1-2am, so fuck it. if you like to sleep early, then you jolly well go do it on your own. i'm young, i like to stay up late, so fuck off.
stupid parental concern shit.
i so seriously want to break something now
i wanna move out... i so so so wanna move out. i was looking at the house ads just now... and fuck... i really want to move out.
Oh where oh where did all the jobs go?
I spent who-knows how many hours the other night scanning the web for jobs, making amendments to my CV here and there coz hey, you need to alter the resume to suit the job you're applying for. Now, I'm just dying for some news... anyone knows just how long it takes for the company to send you a mail requesting for interview/rejecting you? I so hope the companies ain't the sort who totally ignore you if they dun want you. I just want some news on the status of my applications!
Urgh! I am a bloody Political Science grad.... hire me!!!!!
I have the brains, and the boobs as a little bonus (face it, women, you do need to make at least some use of your sexuality to make it in life.. dun come to me with all that feminist equality bullshit. wake up and face reality). I am a nice person, an independent worker and fast learner... I've all the stuff employers dream about, so bloody hire me!
I really really need the money... silly me kinda misunderstood some msg and now I owe the uni $$. And they have threatened not to release my exam results if I dun pay. Fine! I'll go straight to the Prof. and ask him! And then try to get the money together.
I hate dealing with money... that was one of the things I enjoyed in Indonesia... everything seemed so cheap, it felt as though you could do anything. Here, back home, even 5 cents matter.
Speaking of which, the President's Star Charity was pathetic. I mean, I think it was a great idea, we should all help those in need etc. The pathetic part was how the money was just so little. I kept watching the numbers at the top left-hand corner of the tv screen, and it was slowly moving along like a snail. Where's the heart, Singaporeans?
They make such a big deal about how, gee, guess what, we got more money this year! But when you break the figures down, most of the money came from corporate donors. Can you imagine in the years to come... lol... "And now representing the Marina Bay/Sentosa Casino, we have Mr X with a cheque donation of S$1 million" Thank you, S'poreans, for visiting the casinos!"
Anyway.. what was I going to do? Oh yes... show you guys some pics!
This, my dearies, is Nasi Padang for you:
This is also apparently a dish... but err, I thought it'll be safer not to try it:
We did try the street stalls; this was in Jogja:
And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not in this pic.
Basically what happens here is that you go to one of the many street food shops, take your shoes out, and sit on the mat around a cute short table. Then you write down what you wanna have, and pass it on to the staff, who will then proceed to, for example, fish out a live cat-fish from a bucket of water, throw it on the ground, and then bash its head in, before deep-frying it (one of my favourite dishes!)
You get street musicians who will walk by and sing for you - of course that means you'll have to pay him/them to go away. But sometimes you can make a song request... we had a street band sing Guns N Roses for us... how cool is that???
And this, is Jogja's version of Murtabak:
It is really totally to die for! So different from what we have here, and soooooo.... delicious! Oh man! Like, really so full of ingredients, and so crispy. And it holds together! Even though it's all cut up, you can easily lift a piece up in your hand and eat, without worrying about mutton bits falling out. Some of us went out to the streets, ordered from a couple of stalls, brought them back to the hotel, and had a feast in my room.
Oh, btw, the familar pancake thingy you see in the pic, that's their form of Mutarbak dessert... crushed peanuts, lots of melted chocolate, cheese, chocolate rice bits...
I miss it!
Haha.. this is sorta like a food blog.... I just got back from a bbq where the food was fantastic.. so I suppose that's why I somehow just picked out food pics to share with you guys.
Ok, got to go now.. ta!
Urgh! I am a bloody Political Science grad.... hire me!!!!!
I have the brains, and the boobs as a little bonus (face it, women, you do need to make at least some use of your sexuality to make it in life.. dun come to me with all that feminist equality bullshit. wake up and face reality). I am a nice person, an independent worker and fast learner... I've all the stuff employers dream about, so bloody hire me!
I really really need the money... silly me kinda misunderstood some msg and now I owe the uni $$. And they have threatened not to release my exam results if I dun pay. Fine! I'll go straight to the Prof. and ask him! And then try to get the money together.
I hate dealing with money... that was one of the things I enjoyed in Indonesia... everything seemed so cheap, it felt as though you could do anything. Here, back home, even 5 cents matter.
Speaking of which, the President's Star Charity was pathetic. I mean, I think it was a great idea, we should all help those in need etc. The pathetic part was how the money was just so little. I kept watching the numbers at the top left-hand corner of the tv screen, and it was slowly moving along like a snail. Where's the heart, Singaporeans?
They make such a big deal about how, gee, guess what, we got more money this year! But when you break the figures down, most of the money came from corporate donors. Can you imagine in the years to come... lol... "And now representing the Marina Bay/Sentosa Casino, we have Mr X with a cheque donation of S$1 million" Thank you, S'poreans, for visiting the casinos!"
Anyway.. what was I going to do? Oh yes... show you guys some pics!
This, my dearies, is Nasi Padang for you:
This is also apparently a dish... but err, I thought it'll be safer not to try it:
We did try the street stalls; this was in Jogja:
And in case you're wondering, no, I'm not in this pic.
Basically what happens here is that you go to one of the many street food shops, take your shoes out, and sit on the mat around a cute short table. Then you write down what you wanna have, and pass it on to the staff, who will then proceed to, for example, fish out a live cat-fish from a bucket of water, throw it on the ground, and then bash its head in, before deep-frying it (one of my favourite dishes!)
You get street musicians who will walk by and sing for you - of course that means you'll have to pay him/them to go away. But sometimes you can make a song request... we had a street band sing Guns N Roses for us... how cool is that???
And this, is Jogja's version of Murtabak:
It is really totally to die for! So different from what we have here, and soooooo.... delicious! Oh man! Like, really so full of ingredients, and so crispy. And it holds together! Even though it's all cut up, you can easily lift a piece up in your hand and eat, without worrying about mutton bits falling out. Some of us went out to the streets, ordered from a couple of stalls, brought them back to the hotel, and had a feast in my room.
Oh, btw, the familar pancake thingy you see in the pic, that's their form of Mutarbak dessert... crushed peanuts, lots of melted chocolate, cheese, chocolate rice bits...
I miss it!
Haha.. this is sorta like a food blog.... I just got back from a bbq where the food was fantastic.. so I suppose that's why I somehow just picked out food pics to share with you guys.
Ok, got to go now.. ta!
