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i went for the orientation talks today so that i could set my mind straight for this whole university shebang that has gotten everyone dazed and confused. well, i am still a little dazed and confused; the talks didn't help much because the live broadcast was terrible. i couldn't see the tiny words on the screen and the girls behind me kept yakking and yakking like ducks on amphetamine. i was falling asleep and having butt ache from sitting on the steps. the speakers reminded us that all the information we need is on the FASS website. go get your adobe acrobat reader installed and read away folks!
for the benefit of those still abit clueless *looks at sandra* :) and many other people, the arts geek-to-be will shower you with whatever she knows.
let's assume you are trying for an honours degree, ie. a four year course where you will graduate with a single major. in order to graduate, you will have to fulfil the following requirements :
Programme Requirements
Faculty requirements : arts people will have to read and pass 4 level-1000 exposure modules with at least one from each of the three divisions outside of your major, ie. 16 MCs in all.
Major requirements : you will declare your major in semester 2, provided that you have passed that particular exposure or level-1000 module in semester 1.
University Level requirements
General Education Modules (GEMs) : we have to take 2 GEMs, with at least one GEM to be from Group A (Science and Technology). Group B consists of modules from Humanities and Social Sciences. so we can either take a combi of AA or AB. read more here.
Singapore Studies module (SS) : we have to take 1 SS module. the list of modules are here.
Breadth Electives : these are modules we have to take outside of our faculty. we can also use GEMs from group A to fulfil them. we just have to chock up 4 breadth modules, ie. 16 MCs.
Unrestricted Electives (outside your major)
we have to fulfil 28 MCs for this. there are some ways you can do this. you can take up :
1. one minor + one module because a minor is worth 6 modules (24 MCs), and a module is normally worth 4 MCs. so 24 + 4 = 28! enlightenment.
2. seven modules worth 4 MCs each since 7 x 4 = 28!
ok this is basically the requirements for a 4 year course. for a three year course, you will take 2 breadth electives instead of 4, graduating with either a single major or a shared major. i think all the information should be correct. hur. but there's alot more info that i didn't include so do go read it!
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on a more frustrating note, i fell in love with two pairs of converse shoes at queensway today. i like them both but unfortunately, i like the more expensive one better!
torn between two lovers, feeling like a fool..
loving both of you is breaking all the rules..
but i can't do no shit about it now cos i have 13 bucks left to my name, that's 2 dollars less pathetic than addie and 9 dollars richer than chia. i think i have no choice but to get a job whilst studying! i found out that maybe we have to get a laptop for school as well. screw money. ok, no. screw having no money. ARGH.
dear ivory kitten, to add images to your pitas blog, all you have to do is type this into your entry wherever you want the image to be :
< a href="[url of where your image is hosted" >[text you want to appear as a link]< /a >
but when you do type it into your entry, you have to close up the spaces between the text and "<" ">" signs. ok it's damn hard to explain here, so maybe those html websites can help you better?
i just read through a million and one pages of the nus site regarding the modular system and the idiot's guide to bidding for your modules. i've been reading for two whole nights and seriously man, who the hell writes up the site huh? can't they phrase their sentences in a way that we can understand? i should have done all this right after i got the letter!
now i am painfully trying to decide which exposure modules to take, eliminating those i think will put me to sleep, and i still have to note down all the dates of the exams and lectures so that they don't clash. and in case i get outbid by other early birds, i need a Plan B - to have at hand a list of alternative modules to bid for so i don't waste time pulling out my hair just to make it for the next round of bidding. argh!
i'm so tired. went to bed at 7 am this morning. it's such a disappointment that there were more hot girls than guys at zoukout? the word of the night is breasts. and drunkards. *winks at natalie*
me and jess had a nice dim sum brunch yesterday morning near liang court at this place called wang jiang lou. i love the guo tie and ha gao and the shark's fin dumpling in soup. i felt like i was in zhen qing! haha. we should have asked more people to go with us cos we had 50% off! i was sad cos they didn't have my fave chee cheong fun with char siew inside :( and we had durian at geylang that night. we tried the XO D24 cos the original one we got had a worm in it! thank god it was dead. i had a glimpse of heaven when i took a bite at it. (the durian, not the worm!) i think the XO got me a little tipsy cos i was giggling non-stop after that trying to interview people with my waterbottle, and doing silly dances in the car. durian rocks!
ok i got nothing to say except that i can't wait to go camping soon! and also i hate waking up early. especially for school. ugh. good night y'all.
yowza! my block is undergoing some lift upgrading so the electricity was cut for the whole morning, and it just got turned back on. yes, and it's just my luck that i got woken up by the construction (yet again) at an ungodly hour (in my own context) of 12 noon.
i swear my parents are psychic. at least, i swear my mom is. when i woke up i msged jess that i want to eat the set lunch at jack's place. then my mom, who was preparing to go for work, jio me out to lunch at *gasp* JACK'S PLACE. i didn't mention a thing to her! this has happened enough times for me to find it freaky. one day i'd feel like eating grapes and that night they'd buy grapes! then i'd feel like some donuts, and tadah! donuts. covered in chocolate rice - my fave. maybe God heard my cravings and channelled them to my parents because they are the ones who love me most and will think of nothing else but feeding me. God rocks! so do my parents.
after my mom went to work, i came home to a house that might as well be the house they used in friday the 13th which coincidentally was shown yesterday night on tv. i can't go online, i can't watch tv, i can't even vacumm my floor dammit! i can only use the stove, the sink. my ice cream melted. i feel like a part of me is missing. alright. quit being so drama man.
so i did the next best thing. i took my discman, a handful of cds, and i detached a microphone from my now defunct karaoke set and held a mini concert in my living room. the neighbours got an earful and i'm sure i provided some much needed entertainment for the people living in the block overlooking mine. mariah carey, the beatles, songs from my best friend's wedding. i think i actually drowned out the sound of the construction. either that or they were totally mesmerised by my singing and decided to join the rest of my non-existent audience. i used to have a faithful fan. but too bad he has gone into doggie heaven.
after the two hour concert, i was delighted to find the electricity back on. so here i am blogging my afternoon away. it's time the diva took a break. in the midst of all the singing just now, i came up with a list of my top 3 sad songs and happy songs, in random order.
my top 3 happy songs
tell him by the exciters
she loves you by the beatles
build me up buttercup by the foundations
my top 3 sad songs
you don't know me by jann arden
how do you mend a broken heart by the beegees
i just don't know what to do with myself by nicky holland
oh man i love the beatles. does anyone know where i can find copies of their movies? i've only watched a hard day's night. as you can see, i'm very into songs of long ago. i don't know what shit they play on the radio nowadays. there's just more culture in the music of the past i feel. but that's me. i hold concerts in my own living room. go figure.
betcha by golly wow! i just realised that my NTU mates are gonna be starting school in less than 8 hours! (provided they are expected to report at 9 am, which is the most humane time possibly expected of students who have spent the last 8 months with hardly any semblance of a schedule, in my opinion) it's going to be a whole new exciting experience! in truth, i could hardly be feeling any less indifferent.
i have exactly two weeks left of idle time. i received a letter regarding bidding for modules. it made little sense to me and i'm so sure i'm going to end up in a class i bid wrongly for, one that's completely alien to me. like greek or pottery. hmmm. what shall i take up?
it was a pleasant surprise i got on saturday night at nic's house to find out that some people that i haven't been acquainted with read this blog :) so hello to natalie and meishuang! (though i know meishuang reads this) leave your marks if you've got anything to say yeah?
was at addie's blog just now and i saw that one of those people have invaded it again. by that i mean badmouthers with just enough guts to spout nasty balderdash about the blogger, but not enough balls to leave a name. i guess every blog will get this sort of rubbish, so don't give a hoot about it ok babe? i can't decide which is the ultimate scum of the internet - those damn spammers, chatroom pervs who lure innocent little girls out for some seedy S & M or lowlifes like these.
was clearing out my email, and here's what i found:
Does your name begin with: M
You may appear innocent, unassuming and shy but we know that appearances can lie. When it comes to sex, you are no novice but something of a skilled technician. You can easily go to extremes, though, running the gamut from insatiability to boredom with the whole idea of love.
You can be highly critical of your mate, seeking perfection in both of you. It is not easy to find someone who can meet your standards. You have difficulty expressing emotions and drawing close to lovers. You are often selfish, thinking you are always right no matter what. You never give in. Winning is your prime desire - at any cost. You often forget friends and family and you live for the moment.
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woah. talk about scarily accurate. eeps. i actually had a dream just yesterday night that jess got real pissed at me and said, "you're not always right you know?" hmmm. if you have requests for your names, leave me a comment and if i'm feeling nice, i'll post it up. or just send you the email. and i would like to ask, why the hell are hotmail accounts always overflowing?! more MB, we want more MB!
in lieu of the fact that i've got only 32 dollars and 55 cents left in my bank account, i have to swear off spending for awhile. ok, make that a long, long time. cheap dinners, minimal bus rides, packed lunches will be my life from now on. we all know where money comes from. but where, oh where the hell does it go to?
in case you guys are a teeny bit interested in what i have been up to the past couple of days, let me tell you. if you don't give a shit and are here just to gawk at the gorgeous gwen stefani, what the heck cos i shall tell you anyway. both tonight and yesterday night, i have been working at the singapore indoor stadium ushering for the *gasp* fei yu qing concert.
WHO?? i expected not many, if not none, would know or care who he was anyway. he is better known as the classic crooner of our parents' time, and lesser known as zhang fei's brother. WHO?? zhang fei is the big bearded man with big hair who hosts those taiwanese variety shows you banana. so why in the world did i agree to watch.. i mean work for this event when i knew all i am going to end up doing is fall asleep?
refer to the first paragraph and be enlightened.ok i described zhang fei but i didn't describe his brother uh. i think fei yu qing is quite old but i guess cosmetic surgery and a bit of hair dye has done wonders for many other stars of prehistoric time, from the likes of demi moore to sylvester stallone. he has a bit of buck teeth and he wears a suit to his concert. but i think he's pretty charming and has a nice voice, both speaking and singing. no lip-synching either. he can even carry a tune while being bombarded with massive bouquets and handshakes while interacting with the audience. i can't even sleep and think at the same time.
plus he tells really risque jokes. let me translate one. i think it's quite funny, but laugh anyway if you think it's not. give some face man!
there was this couple with an 8 year old son who refuses to sleep before 2 am, always insisting on staying up to play whatever that 8 year olds like to play with. so this couple can hardly find a proper time to have sex, because by the time the son goes to bed, the wife would be too tired or the husband would be snoring away already. that's something guys are very capable of doing.
so the couple decided to devise a secret signal system to tell each other whether sex is on for that night, and if it is, they'll send the son away to the granny's house for the night.
husband : ok how about this? if i want to have sex tonight, i'll squeeze your left breast once really quick. and if i don't want to have sex tonight, i'll squeeze your left breast twice really quick.
wife : ok that sounds quite alright. but what about if i want to have sex, or not? shouldn't i have my own signals too?
husband : right right. *thinking* ok how about this? if you want to have sex tonight, then give my dick one quick pull. if you don't want to have sex tonight, give it say, a hundred quick pulls.
hahaha. it's funny right?? if you don't think so, then go read it again. if still not funny, then get outta my blog! you got no sense of humour lah.
oh oh oh! another reason why working at the stadium is kinda neat is because there's this really really cute guy working here too. oh and of course the free shows are the best part. i miss jay chou :(
[5.25pm]
:: 10 things i hate about you ::
i hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
i hate the way you drive my car,
i hate it when you stare.
i hate your big dumb combat boots,
and the way you read my mind.
i hate you so much it makes me sick;
it even makes me rhyme.
i hate the way you're always right.
i hate it when you lie.
i hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
i hate it that you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you.
not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
i like julia stiles' hair.
but i lurrrrve heath ledger's accent.
[11:30pm]
i just helped my dad get his very own email address. my parents are very tech-unsavvy, not to mention IT-wise. he wanted something easy to remember, the best would be one like imcs@yahoo.com.sg. imcs is the initials of his company. but since the whole damn world is very IT-savvy nowadays, it was no surprise that imcs was taken. my dad and mom were adamant that my uncle, who works in the same company, stole that userid. they were all like oooh i bet it was him, ignorant of the fact that imcs could very well be the initials of a slovakian, or the brand of some baby diaper. my mom suggested silly user names like jjthedog and maydarling (may is my mom's name). i was sniggering away like a horse. at the very end, we settled on my dad's initials after a few hundred trial and errors. and everyone went to bed happy :)
before this i went for prata at jalan kayu with sharie and ma. it's been so long since i last saw my girls, they've all done something different to their hair! and they look prettier than ever :) now sha has bangs and ma has soft, straight hair. i'm gonna get my hair cut too, before school starts. i want to grow it longer, but long hair is such a pain in the ass. then it rained and rained and rained when i got home. it's so nice to be home on a cold, rainy night.
chia : whey banana girl! what a nice long chat we had yesterday on the phone. about school and stupid stuff we always talk about. haven't told you this but i really felt better after talking to you about you-know-what. to let it all out man, like some kind of verbal diarrhea. haha. it's nice to know that at least someone understands. and the guess guess guess guys were gross! :p
ma and sha : hey babes, thanks also for all that. let's not lose touch ok! since we'll all be heading in different directions from now on. i think it's time for me to put certain things into perspective. but i'm still me ok! :) love you guys.
another car accident again. this time, it's major. front and back got smashed, car door can't open, involved at least two other cars on the highway. at least he wasn't hurt, noone else was i think. thank God for that.
i'm a horrible person. one lesson i never learn is that you can never please everyone. especially your boyfriend's parents.
it's ironic that i spend more time at a place where people expect so much of me, than at my own home, where i'm loved for who i am.
i miss my family. i miss being alone in the silence and security of my own house. i want to be close to them again, and not make memories where they are not in the picture. sometimes i feel them moving on without me, just the three of them, laughing at private jokes, discussing tv shows they watched together during dinner last night. dinners where i never show up. dinners that are left on the table waiting for me to be eaten when i get home.
maybe it's time for a timeout. to find all these again.
when all the world is a hopeless jumble,
and the raindrops tumble all around,
heaven opens a magic lane.
when all the clouds darken up the skyway,
there's a rainbow highway to be found.
leading from your window pane
to a place behind the sun
just a step beyond the rain..
this is a very swingy version of somewhere over the rainbow by tony bennett. it's pretty uplifting. just what i need :)
i wish i could find a place somewhere beyond the rainbow, where i don't need anyone to make me happy. where all i need is myself. oh well.
i took this box of swiss roll out of the fridge today and was just about to dig in when i saw something sticking out from the bottom of the cake. i gingerly lifted up the roll with my fork, thinking it was the stalk of some stawberry. which is weird because there is no strawberry on the roll; it's a vanilla cream swiss roll.
and it turned out to be a frozen lizard! i was like WHAT THE F*CK?! i shrieked like a bloody lunatic and showed my brother the vile carcass. so the 'stalk' was actually the lizard's webbed feet. i was utterly freaked and threw the box away obviously. it looked flattened so maybe it got kneaded into the bottom of the roll when they first baked it. what an interestng way to die. he'd have a fantastic story to tell the other lizards in lizard heaven.
thank god i didn't eat any of it. can't say the same for my brother and my dad though. haha. yuck! it's just shocking to find a dead body of any kind. jess once ate a bowl of bak kut noodles that his godfather warmed for him. imagine his horror when he ate up every strand of those delicious noodles, downing the soup and poking at a rubbery thing he thought was mutton, which was actually a lizard. drowned in the hot, scalding soup. at the bottom of his bowl. yum yum. i think he ran round the house screaming after that and scrubbed his mouth out.
i didn't feel like blogging today but i just had to tell my lizard story. it's the most exciting thing that happened to me today! in the end i ate biscuits and a bar of chocolate for brunch. ok good night.
i was lamenting the fact that i'm missing out alot on the great singapore sale because this whole time i've been jobless and broke. and now that i've finally done some work, they tell me i'm only getting paid at the end of the month. and the great singapore sale ends tomorrow! shopping and i are just not meant to be this time :(
while walking from the bus interchange at my place to the mrt station, i saw this horde of people, mostly women, swarming the end part of the interchange. i was mildly intrigued. ok who am i kidding? i was suddenly on high alert! must be some great sale going on here! there were piles and piles of clothes from U2 and G2000. i secretly love sales where they let you rummage through mountains of clothes cos they're usually dirt cheap, plus i get a real thrill out of bulldozing through those clothes and finally finding my size! it is strangely exhilarating.
ok but you must be pretty thick skinned to get your way around. the crowd was terrible! all the aunties and yuppies and some men. i saw crying children everywhere. it was so hard to find size S! all that was left were size M's and L's and XL's. it's times like these when i wish i was bigger. anyway, this may seem a bit superficial, but when i try clothes that actually fit me, and they're like size L, i get really depressed! and what's wrong with big feet? i look like an alien.
i got three U2 tops for 15 bucks, BUT i found a small hole on one of the tops after i bought it! what the.. thankfully its rather small. the last time i checked, i had 123 dollars and 7 cents in my bank account. that was a long time ago. i always have this nagging fear that my posb card would pull a fast one on me and bounce or something. i would be stranded and humiliated! SHOW ME THE MONEY, LEARNING LAB!
just now when jess and i were going home, we stopped by 7-11 to get some chocolate. there was a cute guy in black shirt paying for whatever at the cashier. then this bald-headed guy in his 40's who was dressed from top to toe in black leather, boots and wearing 1 kg worth of silver chains and spiked cuffs, with a scrawny little moustache, went up to Cute Guy and slammed three cans of red bull on the counter top. BAM! BAM! BAM! he was holding something in his hand, it was the length of 3/4 of your arm, covered in black leather. i thought it was a knife.
then Leather-clad Guy turns to Cute Guy and says menacingly in hokkien, "would you feel shiok if i stab this through your body?" ok i didn't see Cute Guy's exact facial expression cos jess was the one who saw everything. but i think he suavely and coolly replied in hokkien, "i didn't even do anything to you." and walks out of the store. so cool uh! Leather-clad guy then paid for his red bulls.
the poor malay cashier was stunned. she asked jess to translate what the guys were saying. if Leather-clad Guy really started stabbing Cute Guy right there and then, i don't know if we'll be able to escape from the door. the cashier was right beside the door but if we ran, i think Leather-clad Guy would be miffed enough to kill us as well. i think i'll run to the back and hide in the fridge man. we should be able to survive on all the sara lee cakes in there til the police come.
sometimes i wonder about alot of things. i make up alot of scenarios and plan my escape route. like if i'm sitting at the bus-stop and i see cars whizzing by, i'd imagine a bus or a huge lorry losing control and ramming into me sitting at the bus-stop. and i was just minding my own business, waiting for my bus dammit! why must life be so cruel. this kinda thing really happened okay. two students were killed i think. then i'd think what i'd do if that were to happen. would i be able to run fast enough to get out of the path to hell? should i just not sit on the seats?
when i'm sleeping in my bed, i'd imagine my whole block crumbling to the ground, the ceilings caving down on me. no escape for that one. when i'm in the lift, i'd imagine the cables snapping, plunging me 10 storeys to the ground. pray for that one. sometimes i'd walk alone at night and wonder what if someone landed right in front of me after jumping off the building in a suicide attempt. or when i'm closing my windows at night and suddenly i see a body falling down from above. worse still if the person grabs my hand or if he/she lands on my window ledge. i imagine planes crashing, ferries sinking, getting murdered.
i think i really fear death. i don't want to die! not yet anyway. some people say they aren't afraid to die. i'm not sure if i believe them, unless they've really been on the brink of death. i don't think they've really thought of what they'd be leaving behind. if i were to die of an illness, fair enough. i'd still have some time to prepare myself. but i wouldn't want to die so suddenly. it's almost unfair. however, if i were destined to die, i guess a quick death would be better. i believe in the afterlife, but its a sad idea because in your next life, you may not be with the people you love in the life you just left behind. but i'd like to think that your soulmate remains with you even in your next life, and you'd be soulmates in lifetimes to come. it's pretty romantic don't you think? :) maybe it's better to just believe in heaven, where you get to reunite with those who've passed on before you, and wait for your loved ones to join you.
wow this must be my longest hiatus yet. i've forgotten just about everything that happened this past week. i've only been working from morning till night. i realise that i really miss reading. the library at the place i worked is pretty amazing for its size. it's only about the size of my room but it has great books. as i grow older, i can't seem to concentrate as well as i did last time, so i can barely finish reading a magazine, much less a book. i trail off halfway while reading articles in the newspaper and my reader's digests have been piling up unread on my desk, save for the joke pages and fillers. now i can't even borrow books from the national library cos i've been banned! i borrowed a book for a year and owe them around $30 in fines. no worries! i have since returned it. i threw away all their reminder letters and they have since given up on trying to contact me.
i am compiling a list of songs to burn but i'm torn. for dream a little dream, should i take the version by laura fygi or the duet by ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong? i like the laura fygi one but i also want to preserve the originality of the song. or does anyone have any better suggestions? its a vocal jazz cd, sort of. if you know of any good songs, let me know as well =)
have to hop into bed right about now. why? because i've got work tomorrow. WHAT? this is a first. part-timers going back to the office to work on a sunday. the place is rushing to open up their library to the students next wednesday so we hafta rush to finish stamping all the books and making models of 37 harry potter: order of the phoenix books.
yesterday i stayed back till 9 pm just to wrap the books. i wrapped a little less than 90 books man. sat on my ass the whole day wrappping wrapping wrapping. i trudged all the way home afterwards and passed out on my bed. my shoulders ached like it never did before and my head almost fell off.
tomorrow we have to make the book models. if that kan chiong mama ms tan rejects our models, i will wring her neck like a wet towel. my usual pattern of work is almost like this: first day - all excited, turn up at work on the dot, impeccable dressing blah blah. subsequent days - turn up later and later. wear my stern black-rimmed glasses. turning up in clothes that resemble pyjamas. i sense that setting in already.
at the guess kids shop just now, i heard on the radio that barry white died. i was thrown. not that i'm a fan or anything, but i always feel a sense of loss when some famous person dies. they're always put on a sort of pedestal that it almost seems that they're immortal. when such things happen, you just realise that noone can escape death. it's all very humbling.
oh! jess smashed his side mirror. on his new mercedes. all P plate drivers, please beware the turnings at the far east plaza carpark. those are so narrow that i think any car would be smashed. the side of the car on the right passenger seat was too near the wall, and when he reversed to adjust, the side mirror just got smashed against the wall. the mirror fell off, dangling by a wire but the light still works. it happened so quick but i saw the mirror get crushed. it was almost surreal. like an out-of-body experience, in slow motion. it's happening but you can't do anything. i was shocked. we drove all the way to his house, with the mirror banging against his door.
he is so going to get fucked by his parents. that's the only word for it. poor baby, i hope they'll go easy on him. the last accident was traumatic enough. even i had to sit thru a two hour lecture by his parents. what's done is done. hopefully the torture by his parents will go on just for a couple of days. i think his heart shattered when the mirror did.
ok i MUST go sleep now. work work work.
yeah yeah yeah i got a job! albeit for a few days. woah God really answers prayers huh. i've been convinced time and time again. He rocks =)
i'm back at the learning lab. the same wretched place which took one month to pay me a measly $42.50 for that one day stint i did some donkey years ago. am doing pretty menial work, like labelling and wrapping more than a hundred harry potter books. the library's so busy! cos they're like rushing some deadline; the library will be open to the kids next week. am having a very very terrible backache now.
i've got a straight bus there from my house but it takes 40 minutes. but that's okay, cos jess lives just down the road so can cajole him to send me home. what? of cos i'm not taking advantage of him! what kind of person do you think i am? someone who lives off her other half? that's about right. so? cannot meh...
ok please please please let me stay on a few more days. don't kick me aside and say thanks we don't need you again just like the last time! i'll work hard! just let me earn some money.. i'm begging youuuuuuu...
i got a blister on my foot. i made it worse by peeling off the skin. it rubs against my slippers and jeans when i walk. @#$%!&? PAINFUL.
Which [Smallville] Character are you?i don't often put results of my quizzes up cos we know it's all bullshit and just for kicks right? but i find a grain of truth in this one.
the part about not being appreciated. and hiding my real feelings. there've been times when i felt really low cos i feel that people treat me like a doormat. i've offered my shoulders for friends to cry on, or a listening ear to some people who aren't even that close to me. and sometimes i wonder if they even remember. will they be there for me too?
the answer is probably not. people forget i guess. but i'm not one to forget. if you've done me a good turn i'll remember you. i try my best.
now i feel enlightened to realise that maybe it's all because i don't share enough of what i feel. that's why people tend to forget that i am also vulnerable, i am also capable of feeling neglected, taken for granted and unappreciated. so it's my fault in a way.
if you're an avid follower of smallville, you will notice that clark is almost devoid of any emotion. at most, he will flinch, wince, or frown. he is also pretty dense as well. even if he feels anything, he doesn't show it. that's me, like the man of steel himself. not the dense part, by the way. the end!
alright, here's something interesting. i'm sure guys wonder what the hell women talk about when they run off in packs to the little girls' room. so stuff magazine sent a reporter with a tape recorder into the women's bathrooms of new york city's hottest clubs to unravel that intriguing mystery for all the clueless men out there.
Tape 2: Proof that women are cruel
GIRL 1 I am so tired. I'm going to kill you for dragging me out tonight.
GIRL 2 Oh, stop it. We won't stay long, and it'll be fun. And anyway, after a couple of cosmopolitans, you'll be the one begging me to stay.
GIRL 1 After a few cosmopolitans, I'll need a bed and a pillow.
GIRL 3 She's such a drama queen.
GIRL 1 I'll give you drama, bitch.
GIRL 3 Don't call me bitch, bitch.
GIRL 1 So, how funny is it that Harris just tried to pick up that bartender? He's such a goofball.
GIRL 2 Poor guy.
GIRL 1 Did he show you his pictures from the photo shoot he did today?
GIRL 2 No, but he told me about it.
GIRL 1 Yeah, he's all excited because the girls signed it for him. He said he had to take them out last night to show them a good time in New York.
GIRL 2 Oh, he had to? What a chore.
GIRL 1 Yeah, he's complaining, all right. We were in that bar earlier, and he whipped out the magazine in front of everyone, breasts and open legs everywhere. I thought he was going to explode right there. By the way, he said his girlfriend seemed really mad that he came out with us.
GIRL 2 Really? But she knows us.
GIRL 1 I don't know what her problem is. Well, maybe I do - she's a bitch. They won't last.
GIRL 2 Let's make him ask out girls all night, so we can laugh at him when he gets turned down.
haha. i'm a girl myself, and i guess this excerpt above ain't far from the truth. girls can be bitchy. what the hell, i think it's inborn. this men are from mars, women are from venus thing is very intriguing, but complicating all the same. it's like, we all know about the stereotyped differences between men and women, we get these on our emails all the time right? in truth, no matter how much we say we don't understand the opposite sex, we do know the basics of how they work. it's like we know, but yet we don't. men are more two dimensional, women are multi-faceted. men are indifferent, women are sensitive. blahbitty blah. yet we still can't ever handle them. it's a pain in the ass. but that's what makes things work eh?
ok shall post up some of the more interesting tapes in the next entry!