the last two days

seeing the caliber of the candidates, i dont know if i ought to be amused or cry. fine, i am a judgemental bitch but failure to make me laugh in a one and half hour duration is damn pathetic. when i described it, a friend commented that it felt more like a population census than anything else. in fact, i would find a population census more interesting cos one can derive certain insights from the census.

see? who say i dont give people chance? just that they are complete disappointments.

my first ever real concert was a chinese one! had a lot of fun and not have to pay for it. although it was somewhat strange to be in the midst of action yet feel so separated from everything. btw, i take wonderful photos accidentally.

i acknowledge that many of us are not as close as before. but even as we have to slip into our respective stereotypes for the gatherings, there is a sense of fulfilment and joy knowing that some things remain the same. the same madrushtogetbirthdaypresents, the same decidewheretoeat, the same people who organise [mj! cong! love you both for that (and more larhs)], the same people (give and take a few) who turn up, the same talkcock, the same till next time. odac, funTy, sisterhood, SNAPple – doesnt really matter what we call ourselves.

been in deep contemplation for the entire week but i am no closer to an answer. cant say that i’m not glad for certain things to manifest even if they bring about greater confusion. i guess humans are just fond of applying double standards.

unseen shoutout

of bimbotism and throwing laptops at stupid people.
of alien abductions, end of the world and dying.
of ugly folks, horror movies and neitherherenorthere overseas trips.
of gaming, xboxes and cost-benefit analyses.
of (almost) silly greetings and unexpected reactions.

loves the trooper for randomness and care.

it’s fucking 4.45am

and i am in fucking physical pain.

i -heart- unexpected lovely random phone calls.

but the phone call seems light years away when i have diarrhea, stomachache and cramps AT THE SAME TIME moments after putting down the phone.

this is me, 3 hours into trying to deal with the pain -screams-

I WANT TO SLEEP but my digestive and reproductive systems are idontevenknowhowtodescribeotherthanreallywantingtoKILLMYSELF…

disparity

“When women do it (personal revelations), they are merely confirming the worst suspicions about their gender. How, then, is a woman to write honestly of her experiences that do conform to gender expectations? If she is to maintain respect in public realms, must her public evocation of her private life be a lifelong performance? A series of lies, or at least omissions, constructed to leave an impression of unyielding strength and impenetrability?”

~ Rebecca Traister, Salon

niceness

it makes me feel really stupid.
but i realise sometimes i dont need a reason to be nice.

lucifer

“Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heav’n!”

John Milton’s “Paradise Lost”

Men Necessary?

“You don’t know why we need men?

We need the testosterone-fuelled egomania that drives the pursuit of grandiose empire-building, self-congratulatory enthusiasm for the arts, and minutely incremental scientific progress that pushes our society forward.

We need men because they’re stubborn and they never listen….

Above all, reminding us that we are women, feminine and different from them.”

hahas. i -heart- you nez.

a loaded gun

some time ago, xue and i came up with the following conclusions:
- for beautiful looking projgrpmates(PGMs), there is diminished likelihood of them getting into trouble for not doing their work.
- for ugly looking PGMs, the least they can do is to make themselves useful.
- for ugly AND useless PGMs, they make their little contributions towards the death of mankind, solely by existing.
- we practise workplace discrimination.

some sometimes

Sometimes it involves saying “it’s okay and i understand” although it’s really not and you really dont. Sometimes it shows you who you can be and it is not very pretty.

the SBS incident

“Arising from the incident, we are sending 2 complimentary tickets that will entitle you and your wife to 2 free rides on SBS Transit services. Please provide us with your mailing address.”

the person who sent the email on behalf of SBS deputy director of corpcomm is an extremely enlightened individual. i didnt know singapore has legalised gay marriages (since they addressed me as Miss, i suppose they already know that i am female).

local companies have problems doing proper followups. it remains to be seen if they would send me anything after i email back to correct them that i’m not yet lesbian. after all, golden village and soup spoon didnt follow through so i’m not optimistic.