Drink Drank.

I only learnt 2 things from life. Kharma and irony. so now the irony is that my mum doesn't let me work at a bar but now i've got this thing as a promoter for wine, handing out flyers and free samples. oh yes free samples. we all know where some of it will go to. so, drinking in the middle of the afternoon in the middle of raffles place. come find me if anyone wants some free wine. tuesday, thursday and friday. plus, there's this wine appreciation training course for us tomorrow. woot!

People.

When I saw the ad on central talking about the tree man, I do not deny I almost screamed. He has, apparently, caught a virus somewhere after getting a cut and started growing tree like warts and eventually, branches. And you'd think such things only happen in comic books! Which brings me to my next point. Aren't superheroes just actually just superfreaks? I mean, why no one ever shunned spiderman? Hello this guy who can spin web (which can be put to good industrial use as we have learnt), climb walls, and such magnificent gymnastic abilities! And no one ever thought that maybe he is very poisonous? But eh a first look at tree man and we shudder and start to take pity. No one automatically goes "Ooh a real life superhero to save us from the crimes of evil! Whee!" This is so X-Men. except none of them ever has a useless superability. I mean, what if one day I discover I can write at superhuman speed? I still can only be a super good secretary. booo. But but but but, I digest, maybe tree man CAN be a superhero. This will probably sound very unsympathetic but one whack from his arm and you will die i tell you. He's currently working at the circus as a freakshow. But why should we take pity, it might just be evolution. Are we so egocentric that anyone different from the rest of us are naturally labeled as weirdos? It might just be something better, not something wrong.

Also, watch Earth from Above on arts central this July 2nd! this Yann Arthus-Bertrand is a genius photographer I must say!





And somebody buy me an air ticket to London already! Nobody told me Federer was only 26. So rich, so young, so talented and such nice bouncy hair.

Bubble wrap.

I can totally see the real reason why my mother just refuses to even discuss me trying out for a job at Balaclava. It is simple. She thinks that I am going to end up like her father, a grandfather i never knew, whom was ALSO had/has cancer like the other 3 grandparents of mine. So apparently he was this nightclub owner and my mother lived a life of drunken beatings, loansharks, late night emergencies, and bar sluts (since they're not exactly hookers, I don't know what to call them). then of failed businesses, bankruptcy, more beatings from a dunk father, more debts, etc etc. I am going to have a hard time convincing her. I mean, she thinks I cannot control how much I drink, that was the only sentence she said after a very loud immediate "NO" after I proposed the idea. because apparently alcoholism, as well as cancer, is in my blood. I think a job like this is what I need to actually see the world and all the scumbags in it as I gather from what Denise said. oh wells, we'll see where my persuading skills get me. fingers crossed.

Romanticism.

I think one palpable difference between our parents' generation and ours is our inability to tolerate. I was at my aunt's health shop at raffles place talking to one of her employees and she was telling me how many customers have said to her face, "how can you even dare to work in town when you can't even speak English". When I heard that, I was all shocked and even a little bit outraged. I imagined myself demanding an apology and then go home to mope and complain. But the employee was all okay and replied to customers "So why don't you give me a chance to learn?". She didn't even get angry. I bet none of the children these days are able to do that. we are quick to anger, and unable to accept criticisms. Are we so spoilt that we'd never understand true hardship or hard work? we give up easy at the smallest of setbacks, thinking that we've already done our best. we stretch out our hand, and what we want, we usually get. when we don't, we stamp our foot, bitch, scream and whine. We expect too much, and we expect shortcuts to get what we want. is it because of how we were raised or is it the false sense of security a higher education gives us? I think it's both. And as we grow up, we (hopefully) get to realise that most of the things in this world will not go our way. and we will learn it the hard way, after someone's given you the slap on your face or the spit in your eye. It all comes down to what we do after that.

)#$%^&*!!

today I couldn't use my ic to borrow books from the sengkang library because my address was changed so the system couldn't recognise my card. which is annoying because I changed address when I was in primary 6 and the librarian reprimanded me for not informing them. yes, and I have been borrowing books using air for the past 9 years. I found myself trotting around the borrowing counter longer than I took to find my books and then storming out of the library refusing to even look at the librarian sitting at the counter. still leaving a trail of smoke behind me, I realized why I was so immaculately pissed off. I'm pms-ing again. and I'm mentioning all of this is because facebook just would not upload my birthday photos, and I have this urge to throw my laptop out of the window and seriously slap facebook. if it had a face.

and reading all that I just wrote makes me laugh (although I am still pissed) because I know I am being ridiculous. and now understand why for the past two days I have thinking to myself how the people around me on the train would react if I joined in the conversation because they were talking so loud or if I told the girl in front of me that her shoes are waay ugly. haha oh man I am evil.

since facebook hates me, I can only take comfort in blogger. Moulin Rouge meets Grease meets the backstage crew (apparently c4 didn't the memo that you're supposed to dress up) meets the VIP birthday girl yo.
I am totally going to steal somebody's SLR because its just too fab. kim thanks for borrowing your bf's!

Kharma

is when you complained that computers are ruining the lives of children today and then your very own msn and you own computer game catches a virus so you can't use either.

Go shawty, it's your birthday.

last night was a whole crazy drunk swimming in the pool thing at 4am. we did so many things, talked and laughed so much and did so much nonsense that no one should ever know exactly what. there're many many photos but it's like the c4 naked run photos, they should never ever see the light of day. I just hope the kids swimming in the pool today don't get drunk or something.

anyhoo, amidst of all the 'it's my 21st birthday, I shall be treated like a queen' thing, is the sudden realisation that it's because I'm already 21, there's no such thing as being treated like a queen anymore. just work and jobs and a kazillion things that will not go your way and you have to accept it. responsibility and independence. great, I grew up within a day. It's a birthday when I actually feel myself getting older. and after a few days of lying to myself thats its my sweet 16th, Denise woke me up by pointing out that i should be glad I'm not 16 because now we're much more stable and sure of ourselves, not some confused teenager running around following the crowd. so yes, thank god i'm not one of those little girls anymore.

and don't you sometimes get the feeling that some friends you meet are like small little gems. each one unique, special, and shiny in their own little way. I must say thank god I met these people! :)

something I just realised a couple hours ago, I can watch porn legally now. HAHA.

Beautiful Mess.

I cry at everything. At funerals, at weddings, at the movies, at the end of the tennis finals, when I'm happy, when other people cry.

urgh, such a lousy pok.

53A.

I gotta get up at 8 tomorrow morning for my cousin's wedding but I'm still here online, dunch know why. think must be the Heineken.

brother sister bonding in the ngeow family includes my brother trying to drape a nice scarf over the dress I intend to wear for the wedding. and then him giving up, saying "you make horrible fashion choices" pointing at the dress which i paid 80bucks for.

wohoo I boldly sent an email to my head of department to ask if it was really possible for me to take a year of honours in an overseas university. looks like shazzy lost and wenlin won! YESS new zealand, home of the hobbits, here I come!

just so you know, I am so totally pro-life from now onwards. Its this whole volunteering to help counsel women who are considering abortion thing. The full-time counselor showed me photos of an aborted baby ( with prior warning) and it was enough to convince me. had me totally hiding my face in my hands screaming 'Nooo! nooo! Enough! I will never consider abortion!!' so yah, so effective right, no wonder their success rate is only 20%. If things went my way I'd just constantly throw Juno and the entire 7 seasons of Gilmore Girls at patients.

Sex and the City made me a little more depressed and a little more hopeful. Depressed in wondering if I'd ever have a group of girlfriends to grow old with and help me throw punches at the asshole who leaves me at the altar, and hopeful as in hopeful in love:)

Michelle decides to sabotage me and almost made me sing at Timbre today. thank god I manage to get out of it. I can never do the whole stand up in front of a crowd thing to even speak normally, let alone sing. you have to understand that i can never be a singer, nor a teacher. boo as much as I would love to be a diva.

It's friday, I'm in love :)

If Ian Wright stood a little higher from the ground and had better teeth, I'd totally marry him. He's so funny.

No Air.

so i'm in a happy, buoyant, bouncy mood.happy because of the happy songs (find bands like The Zutons or Scouting for Girls), buoyant because i'm pretty sure i'm putting on weight like crazy, bouncy because it reminds me of this song where the singer claims to not be a boy but a big fat balloon. which, is another happy song(kinda), so do you see the cycle here??:)

so in times like this, i have a great big urge to annoy people. and sing. usually my singing just annoys people. This song, this song. stuck in my head and reduces me to back when i was 16, when I used to believe in what they're singing and that people still look so good when emoing. I am going to learn all of the lyrics to this song, and sing it to you when I see you.