phonecall

It’s one of those days when I’m just sitting in bed at nine in the morning, tuning in to morning madness and the rainy weather’s just perfect for lazing around, and happily enjoying my meiji yogurt when my phone rang.

Some unfamiliar number showed up on the caller ID.

When I picked up the call I was greeted by an enthusiastic high-pitched voice. This girl I used to work in the same company with. Everyone in my department called her the “witch” because she was very much of an enchantress and we were all jealous. I’m just surprised she even called. I mean, I barely know that woman. I think I only had lunch with her once. And I don’t even recall talking much to her.

Anyway, she pronounced my name wrongly as usual, and actually said “haven’t seen you in a while, how have you been?” I didn’t know she cared. I was right. It’s like, before I could even begin my whole loser story about myself, she went babbling about hers.

In her british-waiyue accent, she went on about this cute guy for the first two minutes. And she didn’t even sound british. Except that high-pitch shrill sounded very much like myself when I’m hypocritical a.k.a. conning customers.

So now I know there’s a new marketing guy in town who captured the heart of miss witch. (I still don’t understand why she called me) except there’s one little problem. Obviously the guy doesn’t give a damn about her even though she’s like moping around his department 20 times an hour.

“can you believe it? I mean.. you of all people should understand! The taste of rejection? Come on. I’m young, I’m pretty, I’m rich, I have a bloody degree and he didn’t even look at me?”

Maybe he’s gay. I helpfully suggested.

I don’t think that pacified her.

And I don’t think she cares that her handphone bills are rocketing way up high. These salespeople. They never know when to stop talking. No, I’m not scolding myself. I mean. Hell! It’s damn expensive. And my phone gets heated up easily.

And then suddenly her topic switched to my dearest friend.

“You know that guy in my team? I think he’s cute. Recently I hear he’s unattached. You think so?” I didn’t know it’s possible to choke on yogurt. (yes. He IS unattached. I dumped him six months ago) so anyway, he does look marriageable. (look? He’s 26, doesn’t it bug you that he’s eligible and unattached?)

so the rest of the conversation’s just about cute guys.

Did I mention that I have no life? maybe she's just calling to test me?

And then for the next hour, I sat there wondering what it’s like not to have friends. To call up a near-stranger girl to chat with? Maybe I should reach out to her more. But seriously, why should I care? The last thing I need is to be associated with someone like that.

Especially if she’s interested in your ex-boyfriend.

equality

The fact is, equality has never been attained although we strive for it over the years. Sure, the gaps may have been narrowed in terms of equality among sexes, but not enough. Not enough.

Men should not have higher pay.
Women should not have certain legal rights – what’s the point of being protected by the woman’s charter if I demand to be treated equally?
Having sex with boys under 16 should be deemed illegal.

But that’s not the disturbing part.

I fear that the wealth level between the rich and poor is widening.
I don’t mean just within the country. I mean globally.. all this war and stuff. China is rising, but its disgustingly cheap currency is killing everyone else.
So that’s like not fair.
Or the US interest rates and currency unbalance. When is it going to depreciate?
I don’t know.

Is equality good? I don’t think so. equality means we wont have the incentive to improve. we wont innovate. why should we care?

But how are we supposed to help those devastatingly poor?
People are suffering from famine. We’re running out of resources. Politicians are still sitting back and praying that climatic change wont affect them.

I’m praying that I wont live to see this world turn into something I don’t like.

Lookie here!!! Can you see what i see?

hee.. here's another pic taken in Sentosa, in the Ruin City.... didn't know that cute grasshopper was right beside me until "Exclusion Clause" pointed it out to me :p

ha.. for once... insects are cute... *mwhaha*

View from the head of the Merlion. The tall tower is the Carlsberg Tower


ay... our dear Snufflezz hasn't seen the sun for a long time already... hope this pic helps..
This pic was taken on 18th June 2005, in Sentosa.

P.S. sry for the poor quality of the pic, i had to use a ONE- megapix camera to take this...

ebay

i knew i should have gone on ebay!! i could have bought a lotus for 2 bucks!! can you believe it??
according to daniel ong on perfect ten (i havnt read the papers, i dont know where he got that from), there's this DJ who openly flirted on air to a celebrity who kinda said something like "i'll leave my wife and two kids for you", so, his wonderful smart wife who heard it auctioned off the car for 50p. 2 singapore bucks. a lotus. imagine the turbo.

needless to say, the car was sold in minutes.

empty

dont ask me why these pages are empty. i'm stuck at home, with nothing to do, nothing to write, save the fantasies or dreams i can barely remember. or the lingering pain from three months ago? okay, so we dont need to know that. you know what's the best thing that ever happened to me these few days? the fact that there was no label that says "do not mix with alcohol" on my medicine. not that i have a chance to drink anyway.

i have a reason to believe that this is probably the most boring phase of my life.

no inspiration at all.

time

it's one of those days when i wake up, feel like crap, and think back on the good old days. for the record, i'm not even twenty.

remember those enid blyton books? i do. in fact, i missed it so much, i got the "more wishing-chair stories". it's the sequel to "adventures of the wishing chair", i wonder how many people remember it. perhaps "the magic faraway tree" seems more familiar. but these were the books that got me interested in reading (besides the Disney's fairy-tales). in fact, i recall a certain silly girl hanging out in Times bookstore just to finish reading the book. every single time i go there, i head over to the same section and fish out the same book. by the time i finally persuaded my parents to buy it, i've already finished reading it. so now i'm reading an enid blyton book. everyone else thinks i'm bonkers.

i think i grow up too fast. in fact, i wanted to grow up so badly, i used to steal my auntie's make up just to play with. now i'm not going anywhere near those imitation stuff.

so when i grew older, and hopefully more mature, i got into the sweet valley stuff that all the girls were crazy about. it's a social thing; every girl had one, and we would trade with each other so we can absorb every bit of information in it. perhaps it was the "american thing", or the little "twins" thing we got obsessed with. or maybe just to have an older or younger sister to be there for you when you need someone? i never had a sister. maybe if i did, i wouldnt be such a mess.

so now i grew up, and things werent as American as adulthood was portrayed. and i wasnt as enthusiastic about adventures compared to when i was a kid. once it was "an adventure! how i wish to be whisked off onto the wishing chair on one of my little adventure!". now it's "are you sure that creaky old chair can sit 2 kids and a pixie?"

i regretted growing up too fast.

although in many ways, i'm still a kid, i know i'm no longer naive or innocent. i know that if i say "i love you" today, it wont be what i would have said when i was twelve. the meaning's totally different. i meant what i said then, i probably loved, or rather, was infatuated with that little boy wearing that thick glasses. now? love? yeah. with your car! or perhaps simply because you were cute. no other deeper meanings, no attachment of any kind. once, i told my friend who blatantly disclosed his displeasure of my love for money. part of my answer was "the only time i was prepared to give up money for love, i found that heartbreaking. i dont intend to try that again." he looked at me as if i'm an idiot. hell, dont i sound pathetic?

yes i do. because now, i care about how others see me. now i'm a hypocrite. now i dont believe in redemption. and what am i going to do? i should just shut up in case people around me get worried. i should find the courage to dial his number again. even better? i should toss my phone out of the window.

because i know i very much want to go against time, so much as to turn back time. check out the children's story book! the outragoeus wall lamp i got from the children's section! my infatuation wth pink! perhaps, just perhaps, i'm retracing my steps to find the real person i am. from within. or maybe it was just the waiyue i liked better.

relationships

i sincerely apologize for the lack of updates. lately we've all been busy. everyone's working, except maybe me, so i suppose it wouldnt be too much if i clear my debts another day? say sometime in july??

i'm so going to go straight to the point. anyone interested in buying mp3 players? brand new, at a rate of 5-10% cheaper. or at least that's what the supplier promised me. only for creative and astone only though. give me a buzz! or drop me a comment. heh.

the things people are typing into search engines worry me. after checking out referrers to this blog, i see people searching for "singapore girls asking for sex", okay, so no big deal, it's pretty normal isnt it? how does "suicidal girls" sound? this is so not right?! what is this society turning into?

what is the Internet opening the floodgates to?

hah! i'm not going to go into a GP argumentative essay about the pros and cons of the Internet, even though i'll very much like to.

sigh.

oh. what was i going to blog about?

relationships.

Annabella and myself


i just attended a wedding, and as you all probably know by now, nothing gives me more joy than attending weddings. i get free flow of alcohol.

it's just that the way the "young punks" today handle relationships.. i fear that my ticket to beer is dying out.

i dont know, i mean i'm into the "dating but not officially together" game, and i suppose that was bad enough. recently i've discovered that people are also into the "we're in a cold war but i'm not ending this relationship and curse you i can still date other people at the same time" crap.

so hell, how can anyone get married at this rate?

or do i worry too much? oh, by the way, may i warn all against drunk driving.

i wonder if it's because i'm still at the "conservative"you gotta be kidding stage or the evolution of this new breed of species is too rapid for me to comprehend. either way, it probably means that if i attempt to date anyone younger than myself, i'll suffer from the fate of "i dont know what men (boys) want". not that i'm not already suffering from that.

boys and girls, do try to handle these relationship problems responsibly. so we can all stop wasting each other's time.

*ahem* anyway, i came across this article.
Camera of Sean Penn, Journalist, Confiscated in Iran
before you go "huh?", anyone remember who sean penn is? does I am Sam, or The interpreter ring a bell?

so there you go..

you know how we always think that entertainers (as in actors or artists) that somehow want to get involved in politics turned out to be a joke? hey, no offence, look at Arnold Schwarzenegger. look at him!!!

so anyway chrenkoff was making a comment about Penn:

Now, journalists, of course, are supposed to be impartial recorders and reporters of fact. Penn, despite his latest official stint, is not one.

and that is so true, but you know what's worse? that fact that because we know these people, what they say or write actually has a bigger impact on us! it's like, if kate moss actually shows the whole world that we all need to eat more and all size twelve woman are more attractive than size eights, i think we'll battle aneroxia pretty easily. admit it, we're not just jealous of her previous engagement to johnny depp, her size was a morale killer. not that she's into journalism, but you get my point. if clay aikem tells me to vote for a certain politician, i will cos i'm so in love with him..

okay, maybe not the "in love" part.

so, back to journalists. i suppose it's pretty unfair to judge them. i mean, how often can you manage an indifferent tone in writing? no matter how "factual" a journalist can be, it's pretty easy to detect which side they're on. we are, after all, humans. we've got a heart to complement the brain and god knows why.

parents

exam's over!! big deal. i know. so this means i finally have my break!

you know how network companies claim to have excellent coverage? so why is it that you always get cut off in places like:
1. mrt underground
2. tekong
3. LTs in campus

then you start wondering if advertising claims are true. if you can prove otherwise, can you sue them? any lawyers around?

i suppose i'm pretty much under "house arrest". heh. i have a one-month mc. slack, baby, slack!

that's what i call life.


sometimes we misunderstand parents. we think they are stubborn creatures that dont understand us. they always think they are right. but we all think we are right. are we not like them? they do what they thing is best for us. i do what i think is best for my kids. we just dont agree.

somehow it's the same logic as why mother-in-laws never approve of you.

but that aside.

i wonder why there's always this gap between parents and their kids. what may seem best to them may appear to be the inferior to you. my dad likes the mid-joint of chicken wings. that's why he always saved that for us. it took him 14 years to realise that my brother didnt like that. my brother always thought my dad was giving him the leftovers when my dad was saving what he deemed to be the best for him.

i've learnt that all parents are protective creatures. no matter how your kids are the little devils in everyone else's eyes, they were the best little precious things anyone can have. if anyone comments that your child is fat, throw them a dirty look that says what fat? it's better then the skinny starved boy you have. or at least, that's what i think. and how do we repay our dear mommies in future? we make a nasty comment like "mum, you're getting fatter." sigh.

trust me. they are the most forgiving creatures that ever roam this world. a wife may never forgive her husband for cheating on her, but she will always forgive her child even if he were a murderer.

remember how your mum used to carry your school bag when you were a kid? she never complained. when was the last time you carried her shopping bag for her?

when my friend screamed "i want to get out!" i see the uncanny resemblance. how i used to think this place as a cage. until i was in their shoes. then i realised.. without them, i'll be unprotected, and without this unconditional love. it hurts them more when you turn out to be a worthless piece of s**t or when you do things they think will lead you to the "dark side".

before you try to talk back, think again. do you really mean it?

we belong together

mariah carey redeemed herself with this song. the lyrics are pretty meaningful.

except, it's a little painful, isnt it?

you know you're really losing it when you dont even feel like whining.

campus

what women want

i wonder why no one pays me to blog. haha. as if anyone would, this site only has an average of 19 visitors a day, and the figures have dropped over the months, anyone with brains will know i will not be a good business partner.

that aside, i have job offers. as.. guess what? marketing, sales, accounts, admin.. etc.. all these offers in less than 2 months. poly grads will envy me. but the main point is: i have no time. from next week onwards, after my exams, i will be in hibernation, so i suppose i'll be bored and blogging.

hear me whine.

so, my topic for today: what women want.

what women want? do i actually have enough female hormones to write this entry?

Disclaimer: waiyue will not be responsible for any possible break-ups or arguments due to this entry. all comments are made are merely her not-so-humble opinions.

contrary to what people think, women do not want money. dont get me wrong, i dont mean that they dont want to shop, spend, and save. i mean it doesnt really matter if you're not George Soros or Bill Gates. we work, we can earn money for ourselves, thank you. so as long as you're not one of those people merely waiting for the unemployment benefits, we want you. or at least, i do.

so that's why i dont really want to hear the "work hard to have money to get married" crap. i dont really believe in that. it doesnt take that much money to support me. 20k per month is too much, seriously, 8k is more than enough. trust me, it is.

i wonder why men never understand me when i tell them to take a break. they just think i'm insane. i've always believed that it's unethical to earn so much money. it's a trade-off. if you spend more than 8 hours in the office, where the hell are you going to find time to cuddle me? and so now they think i'm not understanding.

i got this off an email.

(those in blue are my responses)

We always hear "the rules" from the female side. Now here are the rules from the male side.

These are our rules:

Please note... these are all numbered "1" ON PURPOSE!

you cant count or get your priorities right.

Breasts are for looking at and that is why we do it. Don't try to change that

eyes are for communication. look me in the eye.

Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down. We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.

you wont hear us complaining if you attempt to clean the toilet.

Saturday = sports. It's like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be

so is PMS. face it.

Shopping is NOT a sport. And no, we are never going to think of it that way.

at least we're working out more than those people watching 20 men chase a ball on TV.

Crying is blackmail.

so is a request for a blowjob.

Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
JUST SAY IT!

and get rejected straight in the face by you? no thank you.

‘Yes’ and ‘No’ are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

so accept it when it comes to sex.

Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

at least they have some sort of use. unlike guyfriends of yours.

A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.

let's just say it occurs.. due to foreseen circumstances.

Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 days

then it should be constantly renewed, like my shopping allowance.

If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

if you think we are stupid, be prepared to go screw yourself.

If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, you've got it.

You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done
Not both
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself
Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials

it's really a lot easier to find another man.

Christopher Columbus did not need directions and neither do we.

i totally agree, just drive safely and send me to wisma, not cineleisure, and no, they are not the same.

ALL men see in only 16 colours, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not a colour. Pumpkin is also a fruit.
We have no idea what mauve is.

most women have no interest in computers or cars. it doesnt matter what linux is, or why the cadillac isnt common on singapore roads. we dont need to know how the bus lines work. it just doesnt make sense. and dont go on about your NS days. it's history.

If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

if you've made a mess, we expect you to clean it up yourself, so do that.

If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing's wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

tell me what's worth it? when "nothing" turns into "something"?

If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

then expect the same bedtime story every night. i've got a headache.

When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine, Really.

no it's not, why else will you want a pretty woman by your side if she's not wearing anything impressive enough?

Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as:
Sex,
Sport, or
Cars

wait.. you actually think?

You have enough clothes

You have too many shoes

i need the shoes to go with my clothes and the clothes to go with my bags. did i mention my earrings?

I am in shape. Round is a shape.

good, so is that 2-carat diamond ring you've promised.

Thank you for reading this; Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight, but did you know men really don't mind that, it's like camping.

then stay there. i dont mind having the bed to myself. make it long-term.

women just want your time and attention, not undying obedience. so i guess.. at least pretend to care.

men see you as..

Men See You As Playful Men want a challenge and you are the perfect playmate You know how to push men's buttons and attract a wide range of guys You enjoy living and loving - it's one of your most attractive qualities Men are often consumed with desire for you, and you love that! How Do Men See You? Take This Quiz :-) Find the Love of Your Life (and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.

influence

someone stood me up today. being very very unhappy, i decided to buy a new wallet even though my present one's still in pretty good shape. but hell. i'm so going to murder him.

wallet


pink butterfly


nice? nice? haha. i've been meaning to get it. all i needed was an excuse.

now, let me explain why i'm angry.

for someone who usually replies me in less than 30 seconds, it's pretty scary since i cant contact him for 3 hours. hell, was i worried.

but of course, that was until i realised people was still happily at home on MSN. and asleep for the past few hours i was trying to locate him.

so hell, now i feel like a moron. and i am pretty pissed. as you can all tell.

now, that aside, shopping therapy dont always work. i've just realised that i'm supposed to survive on $52.80 for the whole of June. someone remind me to cut down on my expenses.

okay, so now to my topic.

it's amazing how much influence the person you like has on you. somehow everyone else can disagree with something, as long as he/she agrees, it's pretty okay.

like somehow everyone else thinks i'm more suited for biz but i still chose acc because he said so.

*ahem..*

but that's not the reason why i'm writing this entry.

my dear friend wants to get rid of his lancer to get a mazda 3 because his girlfriend likes that car.

for those of you who dont know why i'm disgusted: i've never liked the mazda 3. i think it's more of a joke than a car.

so anyway, i wonder if anyone will buy an evo under my influence.

the Evo 9's out!!

my point being, maybe sometimes you shouldnt even ask the opinion of those who are most important to you. you make the most stupid mistakes.
(this pointer does not apply to my future boyfriend/spouse/partner/toy/children)*
*delete as applicable