Thursday, February 28, 2008

Back from HK! (Left for the airport right after exams to meet my parents there. First time travelling alone in an airplane! Milestone! I didn't die!)

That was a fine holiday :D Since there's so much to say, let me just recap in point form:

1. I shopped everyday. All 4 days. Never shopped so much in my life before.
2. Ate all the dim sum I could. Ate really authentic wanton mee. Singapore wanton mee cannot compare. Ate the best roasted goose ever. Best char siew. Best carrot cake. Best egg tarts. Oh, and dinner at my aunt's place saw the best home cooking I ever witnessed. You know, years ago there was a newspaper report about home kitchens in HK. About how families opened up their homes and started serving customers. A one-table dining establishment. And I can see why they could do so, because the cooking in some HK homes are more than restaurant grade. For example, I ate the best king prawns of my life at my aunt's. The best lobster. The best abalone. The best soups. And the sauces were amazing! Arghh!
3. I love lobster now =D It tastes like a combination of prawn and crab meat. How awesome is that?
4. We went to stay at The Venetian in Macau too. Big sprawling hotel. Nice rooms. Very nice beds that are very comfortable and sleep-inducing.
5. Everyday in the Venetian, I can't wait to go back to the hotel room to lie on the bed and watch the 44-channels TV. Total slob behaviour.
6. Macau girls are really cute! Omg! They are like gillian che ung, cec ilia che ung everywhere! So pixie-pretty you know? *sticky rice queen overload*
7. HK girls are really fasionable. It's a pity Sg doesn't have cold weather. Cos over there, people wear boots and can play with layers of clothes. It's all very chic and classy. I love the way they dress. And oh, no slutty display of flesh either haha. Recently there was a news report about how Singaporeans dress down compared to our other asian counterparts. And that we showed the most skin compared to the others, who would baulk at the way we dress. Case in point: The one solitary street pedastrian whom I spotted wearing a mini-skirt, looked so out of place in the crowd I thought she was a prostitute. No wonder people from Taiwan asks why there are so many prostitutes in Singapore. Haha.
8. I saw like... 6 celebrities at one very famous restaurant in HK. It's called Yung Kee, voted top 15 best restaurants in the world. That's where I had really really good roasts, and waited 45 minutes for a seat.
9. I love the whole yumcha concept! Especially the waitresses who come dressed in really sleek cheongsams, with the high slits up the thigh. Woot! Some of them are really hot! And tall too...
10. The weather is really nice. Not too cold like in Nepal, but not too warm either such that you actually sweat. 11. There is H&M in HK!!!! OMG! I wish it would come to Singapore! It's like Topshop/Zara but with clothes that I actually like. More variety, and kinda cheap too if you compare to the other two brands.
12. I wanted this very smart-looking, made-in-spain shoes, but it costs a bomb. Sad. Very sad.
13. There are plenty of road stalls in HK selling yong tau foo or meat stuff skewered on sticks that you can boil yourself in the vat of hot soup and dip in sauces to take away. Pretty cool, although I didn't try it.
14. I love walking the streets. It's kind of similar to Nepal. Small narrow lanes/streets, not overly clean or spotlessly constructed and rigid like Singapore. A little haphazard, swarmed with humanity, dotted with little shops selling their mysterious wares.

All I did was eat.shop.sleep.repeat.eat.shop.sleep.

Now I seriously need to lose weight. Haha.

But it was a happy holiday =D Week 7 seems like eons ago....

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Just this Friday, I spent half an hour at the U OB office in school, telling V all the great things about my mom.

And I realised how proud of her I am really. How much I want to reach that level of career success.

How she's considered an industry honcho, head-hunted. She never needs to clock in or out, she can just come in and leave anytime she wants. All the clients want her to head the projects, and not the brash young upstarts. The boss's son knows her since age 9. The boss knows her since thirty years ago. She gets perks like invitations to lavious dinners, a mountain of hampers during CNY. And now with the construction industry boom, every single contractor is throwing a dinner party everyday (sometimes, treat invites twice a day). And she will come back late at night and regail her tales of the awesome meals. And how her subordinates beg to 'sit in' for her in these meals so that she won't 'grow fat'.

While I eat what the maid cooks, she tells me of Hil ton catered dinners, buddha-jump-over-the-walls, yu sheng, pig stomache's soup, sushi-made-right-on-the-spot, valet service at dinner etc etc etc. She's been to most of the attas restaurants I want to try. For free. She brags about how the contractors clamour to invite her to meals and try their bestest to cater to her needs (must be healthy, and the company for the meal must be agreeable to her). Haha, how they bend over backwards to please she who gives them deals.

It's hilarious.

How the firm lost out on the job to construct the I R and marina bay gardens, and thus she couldn't go NY or France for the project and was lamenting about it. (And therefore I can't tag along and go too, *pout*)

How her finance-God-of-a-friend would call her out of nowhere, and suddenly, she will frantically call her own broker and at the end of the day, we usually get a pot of gold. And where did she find such friends anyway??

And how she wants me to do finance and all that so I can be like that friend. And all our chats about money, and investing, and IPOs, and what's hot, and of property. It makes me excited about the future sometimes. To reach that stage whereby you could really say you have 'arrived'.

Sometimes, I really think I take after my mom more than my dad. And I would be damned to be a failure if I at least don't out-do my mother. Since she's given me her wealth of experience, and I can see first-hand what is possible if I really pushed...then I owe it to her that much to try.

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I found a vintage champagne in the drawer today. Dusty and unopened. So my first task towards adding towards the family pot is to value and sell off this magical find.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

I've been watching a lot of internet lately. Youtube, stage6, been my staple diet.

See, there is the L word season 5. And on top of that, there is this new series called Cashmere Mafia. It's like sex and the city, just that one of the four girls is gay. So yes, I will watch anything there has a lesbian theme in it. And oh, the girl is cute!

*okok, this slew of incredibly superficial and 3-cm deep posts is not putting me in a very nice light. Well, I blame the hormones. I'm ovulating. There. It's the eggs' fault.*

SHALLOW and IMAGE-DESTROYING POST
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Here's a list:
# of lesbian fantasies......


1. Kiss a really hot girl.

2. Date a really hot girl.

3. Sleep with a really hot girl.

4. GO TO WELLESLEYS!!!!!!!


*shrieks!* Goal number 4 has gotta be the hottest option seriously!~ Wellesleys!!! A university (pretty good on top of that) in the US. The place of all-female classmates!!! Lesbianism is practically in the curriculum.


WOOT.

Is it possible? Is it possible? Am I going there to study on exchange or go there for the chicas?

Saturday, February 09, 2008

THE BIGGEST MYSTERY IN THE WORLD:

Let me reveal it to you now. Of all the weird and seemingly impossible things that exist in this universe, here is one that stands out poignantly from the rest. It defies all logic. All the years of education and academia have not adequately prepared me to solve this enduring mystery of life. I have spent busrides and periods of quiet thought trying to dissect the intracacies of this mystery, to no avail. In all honesty, I think there is no satisfactory answer to it either. It just dumbfounds!

Why??? Do beautiful girls, go out with the most ugly of guys???


Like seriously!! The guys are so damn butt-ugly its shameful to the male species! I'm not that partial to men, or on their side either, but its so shameful it's pathetic. I feel sad for them even. What horrid representations of male specimens. Chucked and glued right next to the best of female specimens! What damnation and abominable a situation!

Like. Have you seen a hot male specimen with a below-average female specimen? NO! The men at least have some qc (quality control) here. But the girls! It's like any-o-how just snatch one can already! It's not second-best, its 2134798375894759th best. Oh my gawd! It's a tragedy I tell you.

Like. Lately, I've been enjoying one of my qualitative classes alot. Because the class discussions really interest me, you know. It makes me think in ways that I enjoy. Kinda like business law class. It so happens that my groupmate is the prettiest girl in class (don't worry, I'm not interested). And her boyfriend? Oh my gawd. He looks like a contractor! The ah-beng, ah-huat, dig-nose, put leg on chair, wear washed out polo tees and torn jeans kind of man. I can so imagine him do all the above. But despite all the snazzy, I'm-trying-my-best university-style dressing, you just can't hide that contractor face man. It's damn uncle.

Exhibit number 2. There's this really alluring girl in my accounting class. Really... I don't know...oozing in maturity and sensuality. Year 4. Typical eh? But anyway, today while gossiping online... it dawned on me to search her facebook. So I did. And oh-my-gawd. Her boyfriend.

IS BALDING!!!!

And is way past uncle, it's the Grandpa-look this time around!! OH MY GAWD, Yes e lsa, just when you think you've seen the worse of it all. Life pulls the rug under you! The lines!!! On his forehead!!!! Screams... I'm so olllldddd!!! And. He's only in university.

Oh, *beats chest in pain*

What has gotten into their brains??? I cannot for the life of me understand... why perfectly, poised, smart, intelligent and beautiful young ladies, associate themselves with the leftovers of the male species. Like! There are so many hot eligible guys in school! Pick one! Anyone! I'm sure they'd be willing!~

But why???


Why him????? *eyes big big*



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*And the mystery continues to unfold and display itself 360-degrees all around me....*

Just got back from Uncle M's house party. It was pretty interesting. Not to mention, reminiscient of another gay boy's birthday party.

How so?

Because it was filled to the brim with the most luscious and cutest and hunkiest dudes I've ever seen this side of Singapore. Perhaps even better than the previous party. Like WHOA, if I was straight or a gay man, I would go ga-ga immediately. If only girl parties were like that.... but of cos, it's never like that. I wish. Heh.

It was also so packed, that walking through crowds meant boobs-brushing a plenty. Not that the guys minded or cared. Lols. Some fag hags in the crowd. There was this delish-looking lady in a cheong sam. Hair all bun-ed up, and flawless skin. Reminded me of Lust, Caution. Too bad she's straight, as I found out later through the 'network'. Why why? In a room full of gay people, I always home into the straight ones. Very salah.

Then later, we went to Mo x. Cue in another girl with plunging neckline and very attractive cleaverage. Nice. Gl en (new pseudo boyfriend, it used to be ke nny) says he's going to get me to a girl tonight. Haha, I left before we entered pLa y. There is school in like 7 hours time. I have to wake up. Damn.

Signs you're at a gay boys' party:

1. Everyone is 2 heads taller than you, i.e. you are at people's pecs-level.

2. Everyone is wearing either a) tight shirts, b) v-necked shirts c) new urban male, d) Raoul, e) polo Ts (only the branded types like Lacoste or Polo Ralph Lauren)

3. Everyone does not have pimples.

4. The streets outside the landed property house is clogged with flashy cars of all sorts.

5. There aren't any really hot girls around. If there are any, they are straight. Confirm. Except me of cos. Hee.

6.There are no two girls together. Girls can be found mostly singular in groups of men.

7. There is more wine than hard liquor around.

8. Pushing through the crowd is like pushing through rocks. Tall rocks.

9. Nobody's hair is flat.

10. When you see a familiar guy friend, you don't just wave 'Hi'. You go over and hug. Frontal hug.

Friday, February 08, 2008

The past few days have been spent either glued to the computer screen, or glued between the pages of a book.

See, I'm a comics book binge. Or more specifically, graphic novels. I've read the entire series of Lucifer online. And now I'm beginning once more on the expensive habit of Strangers In Paradise (yes, the lesbian-themed graphic novel to read. No no, not the soft-core porno stuff of straight-male fantasies, but rather the best friends in love but one is straight the other is gay kind of tragic storyline... the kind I'm oh-so-familiar with. Too close to home actually. But I guess that's why it appeals.)

I only visited one home this year, and had one commercialised CNY relatives-included buffet meal. And no jaunts over the causeway to eat at some malaysian buddhist vegetarian restaurant when I'm in the food-haven of Johor. No, thankfully, that particular irony did not occur this year.

Time was fruitfully spent exercising on the hamster-wheel at home, in the hopes of losing flab that will inevitably pile up when I go to Hong Kong. The fact that the Finishing T ouch module is going to commence RIGHT AFTER I return, is not doing much to console me either. How the heck am I going to fit into office clothes when I return from a gastronomic holiday? The possibility seems zilch. Hence, the frantic weight-loss obsession in the middle of CNY-gorging. High input requires high output.

And in the midst of it all, this Tuesday introduced a wee bit of confusion. New, totally unfamiliar confusion, yes. Welcomed? I don't know. I'd love to play this out and see how it goes. But it is a strange strange event to occur. Outside the realm of purple. Which makes it both interesting and disheartening. I don't know I don't know. Now I know. I think I know. But I wished I didn't. Then again, I would've loved to know, wouldn't I? A reason to explain somethings all this while.

This reminded me of a conversion I had with an old long-lost friend at the train station a few years back. She sighed and lamented her dilemna. And I told her she should be glad cos this kind is a positive dilemna! Either way, it'll end up with a good outcome. For her! Yeah, but it wretches while she waits and weighs the options. And how she'd rather be without.

And I also recall how I told her to stop picking at the zit on her chin. But that is irrelevant, though it comes with the memory.

Imagine, you're going out to eat. And always, before you eat, you need to make sure you make the right choice of restaurant. The one that is value for money, the one that will blow your senses away, not waste your precious calories, and give you a dining experience to remember. So you pass by many restaurants, and two seemed promising. Promising they might be, but they aren't exactly what you're looking for. Rather, they are... second best. But there aren't many choices, these are what is available. You have to end the search somewhere. Somehow.

And so. You settle, knowing this isn't what you really really want.


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I don't want to end up "the girl" again. I don't feel like I'm the girl. Cos there's this gender-specific imbalance there. Yuck. I want to be an equal. You know? I want my equal.


And right now, sleek corporate type with the cool air of maturity looks and (I imagine *snigger*) feels very promising.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

The first day of CNY was quite subdued.

It wasn't meant to be subdued actually. It was supposed to be rip-roaring happening. But I made the silly mistake of charging my phone early in the day and abandoning it until really late at night, like 1015pm.

I was in deep intense 'finance' mode trying to do my presentation slides. Then I finished, exhausted but relieved, then I remembered the handphone and went to check it.

And then, blaaarrrrddddyyy freakkkkiinnng nuggets!!!!! Two clubbing invites, opportunities missed. Like I see the messages sent in the daytime, and I realise if I wanna go, I should be at said location like now NOW!!

DAMN IT!~

Sighs, all the boys were at St Ja mes tonight. ALL OF THEM. Shit. And knowing what awesome, orgasmic house music I heard at that club the other time. I know I'm missing some good dancing music. Oh wells, I guess I'll just have to go in another time.

Tomorrow. There is a house party somewhere. I'm wondering if I should go? Hmmmm... gate-crashing unknown gay boys parties can both be fun yet stressful.

Decisions decisions.

Monday, February 04, 2008

A few nights back, we were at Mox. Just the boys and one sole girl, me, as usual. I know I stick out like a sore thumb, being the only girl in a bar full of men.

But I'm numb to it already.

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I observed. And I asked jere my, why he held back.
And he told me he it was insecurity.
But why? He is so perfect.
Exactly, I feel like I don't have much to give. In return. Becos don't you know it, elsa? Perfect people never get attached.

And I looked at the example before me, and saw the sad sad unjustifiable truth in it. And it pained me to see it so.



The world is a connundrum.