It's the bitter one who wrote it! go get her!!!

I just realized how bitter my post-valentine entry was... Yes, I re-read my old entries... I'm THAT vain. And sometimes I really do surprise myself... I'm guessing it's a multiple personality-related issue...
"Huh? I wrote that?! Ok... raise your hand people, which personality did this?!?"

I'm sure a lot of you will understand. We all have our internal battles... Mine's just a bit more complicated... think cage-fighting, but instead of two people, get around 14, all having chainsaws.

Anyway, back to the bitter blog post...
My apologies to all the couples out there who think what they have right now is the real deal. The world needs people like you. You need to replenish the world's man-resource. Just please don't make stupid babies, ok? Lord knows we've got a lot of those already!

As for me, I don't want to have another lifeform come out of me... Aside from the yuck factor of birth-giving, the idea of being responsible for another living thing scares the shit out of me. geez, I can't even do my laundry on time!?!

this is why I know I'll end up old and broke (and chopped-up) someday...

... I have no f-ing self-control when it comes to buying stuff...

I wasn't even planning to buy anything from that particular mall, but somehow, my feet found it's way to the CD shop, my lips managed to ask the saleslady if they have a CD of Rachael Yamagata, and my hand slid it's way to my pocket to get money... and guess what my eyes did... it started looking for Joni Mitchell CDs, which gives you a pretty good idea what the hands did next...(no, i'm not THAT dirty, get your mind out of the gutter!)

My body is conspiring against me, I tell you! ... those bastards!!!

"the goods" : Rachael Yamagata's Happenstance, Joni Mitchell's Hits and Blue

Not that I don't want those CDs... in fact, I LOVE LOVE LOVE them... (and I'm sure my ears are clapping in agreement) I would just like to be in control, not her, err, I mean, me, err... ok now I'm confused!

**finger presses play, while the other hand punches me in the face...**

It's a daily battle, I tell you... a classic example of a no-win situation...

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congratulations, Valentine's day is over.

I'd like to congratulate all these people for making Valentine's yet another holiday worth looking forward to each year :

1. To all the people who sent THEMSELVES flowers and gifts for Valentine's day, congratulations, you have fooled quite a number of people into thinking someone actually cares for you.

2. To all the people who celebrated this Valentine's day with their significant other, congratulations, you have contributed well to the country's GDP. Keep on spending, that's the best way to re-assure your other half that you won't leave them next year...YET :)

3. To all flowershop owners, congratulations, you are the biggest winners of this shananigan of a day. I hope you sleep better every night knowing you've castrated several plants and sold their hoo-ha's in an outrageously expensive price.

4. To all the bitter cynical bitches/man-whores out there, congratulations, WE have survived yet another day of carnage. Don't worry, these people will break-up soon... We have statistics on our side! They will either join us or the people in #1 soon enough. (aren't we bitter or what?!)

5. To all the people who didn't care at all, don't worry, I'm betting you'll be one of us next year. Recruitment starts on Feb 15. :)

The Ghosts of Friendship Past and Friendship Present

Isn’t it a scary thought, knowing your “old” friends will be meeting your “new” friends?
where “new” = office friends
And “old” = college friends

The idea of them swapping notes about your “sketchy past” and your “manic present”… Oh, I don’t even know how to begin describing the horror.

Fine… it may seem narcissistic of me to think that my friends would even talk about me, but I have this gut-wrenching feeling that conversations like “has she always been this psychotic?” will be there around the corner. (ok, I AM narcissistic… and paranoid)

Being that I am not there to explain myself (and be overly defensive), I have this to say:

To my new friends, I was young and stupid (and needed the money)
Whatever you hear from my old friends, don’t believe them, they’re crazy people…

To my old friends, people change (not necessarily for the better), I’m now a little older but still a little stupid (and still in need of money)
Whatever you hear from my new friends, don’t believe them, they’re crazy people…

Now if only I could figure out a way for them not to read each other’s messages above…
(See how stupid still???)

If you think I’m being paranoid now, try imagining me if I’d find out any of them would be meeting my high school friends!?! O.M.G.!

being kicked-out of the bracket...

I just answered a survey today. One of the questions was something like this:
How old are you?:
-> 18 and below
-> 19 - 24
-> 25 - 30
-> 31 - 36
.... so on....

*gasp!* O.M.G.! in a few days time, I'll be part of the older 20's bracket!!! I'm with the 30-ish people?!?! O.M.G.!!! (I make it sound like it's a disease, don't I? no offense OLDIES :) ... hehehe)

But seriously?! man! I'm THAT old?!?! I'm not complaining about wringkles and other stuff that comes with aging, it's just that I don't feel I'm that old-old...

I mean, should I have done something along the way before I reached this age? 25 years on earth and what have I done? (aside from consuming oxygen and reeking havoc in the universe)

Am I supposed to be wiser? because I'm not feeling it. I'm sooooooo immature for my age!

Survey questions should go something like "how old do you THINK you are?" and we all know how I should answer that... "somewhere between 9 and 12" (probably even 8 when I'm really cranky).

O.M.G.!
I'M OLD!!! waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..............

*a moment of silence*

waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...............

I'm in love...

with this song, that is... (got you thinking there for a second, e? hehehe...)

This song makes me want to be in love... For a person who's allergic to love, that's saying alot about this song!

hhmmmnnn... there's just something about women with powerful and husky voices that makes a song spine-chilling...

be be your love
by Rachael Yamagata


lyrics:
If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal
'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel

Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything

Everything...

Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted
Was a little piece of you

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real

I want to be your love, love, love

Escape from Monotony

After a few months of hard work, me, my brother, and his gf decided to have a few days off from the often monotonous life in Singapore. We took a whole day leave last friday so we can hop on a ferry going to Bintan Island, Indonesia, where the waves can cause concusions, the wind never stops blowing, and the hammocks are so damn irresistable!

view of Bintan from the ferry

Mayang Sari beach resort where we stayed for 3days and 2nights

View of the beach from the reception area

Our cottage

Being a usual tourist spot, the prices of items are really aimed at tourists... Rich tourists, that is. The currency they use is Singapore dollars, not Indonesian Rupiahs... Weird e? The prices of things are the same as that in SG, if not more, which is crazy. I mean, this is Indonesia! It's supposed to be much much cheaper right?!

Bintan is outrageously close to SG, so it has a lot of visitors from there, mostly the Caucasian expats who earn 3x the normal wage. Man, if I had their salary, I'd probably be here every week too!

And to add to the list of things i've done for the first time, I braved the waters and went on body-boarding. Here's my fantastically gay body-board which I bought a few days back.

The waves were amazingly strong! How strong you say? It was able to push me around with not much effort! Go figure!

no f-ing clue who these people are...

But my favorite part of the Bintan trip, I must say, is definitely this...

The best invention known to man, after the computer... the seaside hammock

Nothing like the sound of the ocean, the cool breeze, and the mild swinging of the coconut leaves while lying peacefully on a tree-shaded hammock thinking of absolutely nothing. Ah! the life!

Sidenote: this entry was written while I was lying on this particular hammock...