Wang Lee Hom & His Music.

It's been a rather long time since i actually listened to songs in the Chinese language.
Recently ive dug up a few.
And if you ask me who's my favourite Chinese singer now,
it's just gotta be Alexander Wang!


I just love everything about him.


Somehow, he sings with this immense sincerity which can be felt within each line.
There's something so honest and truthful about the whole thing you cant just forget.
And i just love the lyrics, coz it's always so sweet.
There's something about guys being able to play the piano, and sing.
Think it's got to be something really close to the heart for him to actually hit homeruns on the both, simultanously.


And his image too!
He's a sweatshirt guy!
Sweatshirt guys are really really really cute.
And are usually friendly. (i presume)
His English is immaculate, i like that too!


Okay i shall not digress.

3 songs i love!
I dont usually put up lyrics like that,
but these are too good to not be put up on my blog.
Yes i know everyone recognises the songs... old news... blahblahblah...,
But ive taken the trouble to type them out for my own recording, by ear & dictionary (READ: DID NOT C&P), so i'll not waste the effort.


Anyway wth? I'll just put it up here because I LIKE.
And i'll also include the Music Videos because I LIKE.


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This one's relatively new.
Beautiful composition.
But it's got one of those things in it that could reduce me into a sobbing wreak,
Though currently, ive got nothing in my life with relevance to it.
Thats how silly i can get.











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This, i really love.
Especially the MV. One of my favourites.
I mean, which guy actually writes songs to play at his ex-girlfriend's wedding to wish her future happiness, even while he is still nursing a broken heart?
That is just about the sweetest most heartwrenching thing that could happen.
Fit the MV together with the lyrics, urgh.. another tear-duct stimulator.











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And oldie, but classic.
I likeeeee, totally!
I must admit the Video's kinda boring though.
I mean, no sobsob, no heart-fluttering images.
And i really dont dig guys with long hair.











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Overall, i think im in the mood for soppy love songs and stuff that tugs at the heart strings.
It's raining now,
And soppy goes well with it.


Dont you agree?

Given up on thinking of a title.

You know i realised that the hardest part of blogging is thinking of a title.
And thats where i get stuck and not want to blog anymore.


Yes i know i have long exceeded the self-given dormant limit.
Which is one week.
But really, nothing exciting ever happens to me.
Not just yet rather.


I cut my hair though.
But more on that tonight.
(if i feel like blogging that is.)


Ya and now i feel like an idiot waiting for time to pass without knowing when it actually would.
I have lecture like at 6pm.
And that is just about the worst thing to happen because my previous lecture finished really early today.
From 1530hrs to 1800hrs i will be on auto-roaming mode.
ALONE.


And then Toreen had to call to tell me she's gonna have dinner with Shanshan.
And she asked me if i want to like follow.
ARGH.
I so wanna go, but class just so clashes with the time they meet.
You know how many years i havent seen this beloved girl??!!

Here i am, forcing myself to stay put in school, and there they are....

Thats like holding forth the poisonous apple, beckoning me.
Class or Shanshan.
Will i succumb to temptation?
We shall see. haha...


There is something about Ryan not wanting me to be seen by his friends.
Why ah?
Are little brothers always embarrassed about their older sisters?
Sometimes im like CAN I GO TOO CAN I GO TOO????
And Ryan will just go into a fit and start foaming at the mouth.
And then when his friends are around, or MIGHT BE around,
He'll usually shoo me away fast, or hurry me.

This is so sad.
And he tries to make it up by being extra sweet to me when no one's around.
Haha... kidding.
It aint so bad.


As you can see, this entry is like a hand-patched quilt.
I write and think of what to write next at the same time.
So it is made up of random thoughts that have no relevance to each other or whatsoever.


Uh... what else?


Oh ya im really weird.
Ive come to realise that i dont walk.
I trot.
Yes I trot a lot.
Like a horse, or pig or some 4-legged farm animal.
'How does a person trot?' you may ask.


Ok see, I wear high heels that have only a miserably narrow strap holding the base to my feet.
And then i dont carry my feet high enough, or exert a lot of pressure at my toes to keep my shoes from sliding off my feet.
Thus, everytime my feet touches the ground, it has this sort of heel-ground-plopping or dragging sound that sounds relatively like the ka kias(chinese clogs) your great grandmother made you wear.


Recently ive been digging up on all the music falling into the genre of secondary-school-boybands.
And they actually evoked a lot more emotions that i expected.
Each different song reminds me of a different person.
I want to be young again!

I want to dress 16/17/18! haha.
I want to be delluded!
Is this the start of mid-life crisis?


It's a little too early i reckon.

Missing out!

I was up watching the 39th rerun of 'Are You Hot?; South-zone episode' on Sunday night and it suddenly struck me that ive been missing out on a lot.
A lot as in A LOT.
BIG TIME A LOT.


Where are all the dudes?


Ordinary girls my age have like guy friends by the hordes.
I dont even have many girl friends to begin with.


I guess it has something to do with my self-confidence and people i dont really know.
Something's gotta change around here.


Dude! Where's my hunks?



*Craving: [Barbaqued Seafood]

The Ones Who Spoil the Integrity of Chinese Nationals.

I recognise that i was once caught in a pretty mundane, directionless and futureless relationship awhile ago.


Everything about it was just wrong.
We both had family obligations,
religious difference,
and also, clashing personalities.
Our plans for our lives ahead were poles apart.
There was clearly no future in our relationship, but i just couldnt seem to let go.


Before our final breakup, which he had initiated,
I did try leaving twice, but each time, i'd just return because of guilt.
He had this way of making himself seem so crestfallen, then depressed, then it would evolve into this really STUPID hatred,
as he swore to make me regret, cursed my family, insulted them, and me of course.


His idea of 'making me regret', he elaborated with loud yelling, was by making me feel sorry ive missed out on such a good guy(see also: him), because he would after that, find another girl to fawn over, while showering her with gifts.


He told me it would NOT be out of love for her,
But out of hate and spite for me.
"Transform all the hate inside him into attention for another girl", according to him.


Im supposed to be standing at a distance, watching, alone, and sad.


That is rather silly, you may say,
But try telling him.


You know, i really didnt want to know whether or not he had found another girl to fawn over.
But as he boasted to me about a week later, I realised that the girls he had looked for, to my exasperation, were one-way tickets to self-destruction.


I would like you to note that i have nothing against decent Chinese nationals as i have quite a few friends from that part of the world, who had moved over here for further studies, or career advancement.
They are really nice people.
Nicer than some local folks i know.


There are 2 very different kinds of foreigners who enter this society.
The Good, with no ulterior motives or whatsoever.
And the Bad, whom you can usually find working in pubs, seizing men, who they think are willing to spend, up, by shameless flirting and touching them suggestively.
(Very subtly of course).

Ever tried dissuading a guy from falling into their traps?

It's just about the hardest thing on earth to do.


Firstly, he doesnt EVER believe that those 'innocent poor things' would be capable of doing all that the 'strong, vindictive me' had stated.

Secondly, these people would hate you for trying to destroy their potential goldmine,
and would come on you doubly hard with a vengence, that obviously isnt obvious enough for the guy to read.
(Check out bestseller Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus for more information on topic Why Men Cant Read Underlying Statements & Signals.)


Of course not every girl who works in sg's nightlife is like that.
Some work on a purely professional basis.
But you'd just know when you see one who doesnt.


I have EVERYTHING AGAINST Chinese nationals, or any other foreign/local persons, who enter or stay in this country for the sole purpose of hooking up men for money, and leading them with sexual favours, for their own personal gains.


They'd do just about anything.
I know, because i have seen it for myself, and heard about it from a close friend,
whose family had been destroyed because of these people.
And also because they have done it, right in front of my eyes, on my guy back then.
YES, so BLATANTLY.


Please do not say i am being bias and groundless.

I have never discriminated them and have also defended their integrity.
Ive never wanted to stereotype.
However, when I TRIED to casually befriend them, they didnt even want to shake my hand.
Totally just wave me off with a certain sharp tone in their voice, in an irritated manner.

But when it was my ex who ignited a conversation with them, you should see how animated the whole thing went.
It was as if they had known up really closely together in the same village or something.


And amidst all the remotely mediocre jokes they laugh so hard over,
The sob-fest life stories they share,
And also the over-a-couple-of-beers casual conversations,
There was always this subtle touching of his arm, or his shoulder, or the small of his back, or his thigh.
This would ALWAYS morph into a very much more intimate closeness after a few more rounds of alcohol.

I am quite certain that if i wasnt there, he would just go home with her.


I also learnt that prior to this, another one of them had HAD rather intimate moments the previous time he had gone to that place without me.


All these dont matter now,
But this thing just puts me off-
WHY is there this great difference of attitude towards the both of us?
It is so obvious at what they were aiming to get.
It was just too different.
Too hypocritical.


Each time i tried to step into the conversations,
They showed immense displeasure, and very blatantly distanced me away.
The guy, too caught up with all the ego-swelling comments from them,
Thorougly immersed in enjoyment,
Didnt even notice I was about to throw a fit and slap all of them.


You can so sniff them out from a mile away.
The pride, the arrogance,
the indecent sway of her butt as she walks(oooh im purebreed and so sexy and am superior to you mudbloods).
The blingblings,
The big gucci shades.
The branded clothes, bags, and shoes,
Skimpy, not to mention.
The Fat Old Man beside her, with a fatter wallet, and an even fatter ego.

Here, i'd like to borrow the usage of Scott Adams' favourite quote, 'BOCTAOE'.
(But of course there are obvious exceptions.)
Not everyone who fits this description and has a fat old man beside her is guilty as charged.
Though i think that highly unlikely.


I went back to him precisely because i didnt want a guy who had earned an honest living to become a wastrel because of me.
I didnt want him to destroy himself just to spite me.
Spending several thousands of his hard earned money a week on those materialistic people and their wants, was no joke.
They just kept cajoling him into spending more and more.

Also, truthfully I did still hold feelings for him, and couldnt bear to see him deteriorate any further.


Going back to him was one thing,
But i cannot help feeling like the female lead on a Cantonese drama they've done rerun on, for the upteenth time on
Chn 55 recently.

Yes you know, the Lady Fan story?

I liken myself to her poor soul trying her utmost to defend the ignorant yet obstinate bull of her husband
from all the evils and dangers of the world at the expense of her own safety, while he sits back and berates her for
being too nosey, unreasonable, and a stupid liability to his high-esteemed self.


It's not that im trying to say that im virtuous or whatsoever.
I believe that any decent girl out there would do the same, as obviously no one would knowingly like to see her own other half,
or anyone for that matter, get sucked down the bottomless chute of tribulations.

So there.


I really can understand if foreigners needed extra money while studying without support in sg, or a 2nd source of income for something,
but couldnt you like give tuition or do some decent job?


Or do you prefer the easy way out by betraying your own body and soul?
Do you weigh pure effort heavier than your conscience and morals?


(Actually there are many local people also doing this, but thats another blog entry.)


All in all, i really think these people really give foreign Chinese nationals a bad name.
Quite some time ago, there was a big protest by Chinese foreigners in sg on locals discriminating and stereotyping all of them ( whether good & bad).
I dont blame them for their protest, because it IS thoroughly insulting to be maligned for something like this, when you sure know you've definately kept yourself in place from walking the wayward line.
But there are just too many rotten apples, spoiling the entire basket of fruits.
Like i said, this problem on Chinese Nationals and their integrity has to be solved on their own.


Either someone with authority does something,
Or they have to decide to curb it once and for all, themselves.


Until a day the locals see a decrement in the numbers of these girls trying to lure their lifetime partners into their merciless clutches,
Few would actually change their viewpoint of them.


I have already stepped away from these matters, and thus have washed my hands off these groups of foreigners.


Whether he still heeds my words or not, i probably will never know.


All i want to do now is to embrace my newfound singlehood,
And if life is kind to me, i await a better destiny.



*Craving: [A.Getaway.Trip.Overseas]

A Gum Affair.

NOTE: I was only able to post this entry today, which is actually a day after i wrote it.



In Desktop Publishing lecture now.
It is freakin hard to understand anything on Freehand MX.
Totally non-userfriendly, uncomprehendible, and annoying.
Why cant it be as straightforward as Photoshop???
That would make my life a whole lot easier.


Its been 6 weeks since i started out on my attempt to tame the tiger.
To little or no avail.

I did manage to do something just awhile ago, and almost whooped in joy.
Then i realised that i had only grasped what they had taught on the 1st week of lecture.


Yes i was going to say something.


I totally hate people who chew gum as they talk to me, or walk pass me, or uh...
I just hate people (esp girls) who chew gum so blatantly crude, in public because they tend to have this indignant, holier-than-thou look on their faces each time they do that.

I so wish they would immediately inflate and turn into a ultimately humongous blueberry like Violet Beauregarde in the Chocolate Factory.

I just saw 3 of em strut right in front of me, doing just that.
It annoys me.
Which brings me to the topic-


Why does chewing gum make someone feel/look so BIG and CAVALIER?


(acc. to dictionary.com)

Main Entry: big
Part of Speech: adjective 5
Definition: arrogant
Synonyms: arty, boastful, bragging, conceited, flamboyant, haughty,
high-sounding, imperious, imposing, inflated, overblown, pompous, presumptuous,
pretentious, proud


Main Entry: cavalier
Part of Speech: adjective
Definition: arrogant
Synonyms: condescending, curt, disdainful, haughty, high-and-mighty, insolent,
lofty, lordly, offhand, overbearing, proud, scornful, supercilious, superior


I personally feel it is but a self-deceiving act.
It makes you FEEL cavalier, but you are not.
It makes you THINK that you look big, but you are not.
It's just 5 minutes of ecstasy in a delusional mindset of you, as a cooler, braver, mightier being.


In Television programmes and Films,
They would always portray the mafia mob or hooligan head to be chewing gum, a sign of a 'couldnt-care-less' characterized personality.
And almost EVERYTIME, it comes packaged with a badass attitude, which is supposed to be depicted as wayyyyyy cool.


It just makes me think harder.
WHY do people chew gum?

Because it makes them look intimidating?
When i catch that look in some peoples' eyes, i know they desperately want to make a statement with their jaw-working activity.


It just irks me.


3 years ago, I held a temporary vocation as an outdoor surveyor or somewhat like it.
And there was this day, i had to pair up with a guy who had just the tiniest guts i had ever seen in a guy that age (approx 23).
So there i was going on with the job, and he was just following me around meekly,
telling me why he didnt dare approach the public which, at that moment, was in full-force, waltzing pass us.


He was afraid of rejection.
And this pyschological thing we all know.
If you're afraid, it would show on your face, and people WILL REJECT YOU.


So just for fun, i decided to do an experiment on him.

I gave him a piece of gum to chew on,
And told him that chewing it would help in this area of work. (but try to chew on it discreetly).

He didnt understand that, i reckon,
But before i knew it, he was off on his own.
Suddenly his courage seemed to boost 200%,
as i watched him slide up to strangers one by one, to do his part of the survey.

Okay i was exaggerating quite a bit there,
BUT he DID come up tops for the survey count that day.


So yes now i conclude.
Other than for the use of freshening your breath and clearing earblockages while descending altitude in a plane,
Chewing gum does help to boost your morale and courage,
Whether it's to the positive effect of aiding you in a certain thing you dont dare do,
Or to the negative effect of pretending to be the condescending mafia chick, hence annoying people like me.



*Craving: [Steamed crab(whole) in claypot, Thai-style]

Why Cherry? - An Introduction to a New Beginning.

It is quite an irony that i sould name my blog after a fruit i detest.
Really, i NEVER eat cherries.


They rank somewhere at the top of the 'get-it-off-my-plate-urghh-mom-could-you-take-it' charts, in which directly above it, is the durian.

That would be the ultimate.


So this brings me to my point of the day.
Why cherry?


The British proverb goes like this:

"Never have 2 bites at a cherry".


It means to say that we should always nail what we set out to do, on first try.
Having 2 bites(or rather, 2 go's) at something you're supposed to finish in 1 (ala cherry), kinda reflects badly on yourself.
But thats like so me.


Well anyway,
Yes, this is my muiltiplth(is there even such a word?) attempt at blogging.
Actually, i have no problems with blogging, it's just the slacking.
And finally when the procrastination gets dragged on for too long, i'd just give up the entire blogging practice.


Noticing the date on the last post before this, I havent been at it for 4 months.
And God knows how much my command of both English and Journalism have fallen over this period of time.
Thats why this entry is going to be a really dry, solemn, prim and proper one.
In other words, B o r i n g.
Even i cant stand myself.
I have clean forgetten how it is to be witty and interesting!
Oh dear.

I just, uh, never wrote anything anywhere anymore since then.

And then suddenly the sun shined on my face.
Just 2 days ago, i re-opened my printed archives dating back to 2003.
Those who know me, would know that i keep a printed copy of every single entry i make, so i would be able to amuse myself reading it in old age.
Someone once mentioned that a diary is actually a joke book.
The older it is, the greater the joke.
I find myself quite eager in seconding that.


So i read thru my entries and decided to continue, uh, the legendary epic. (ha ha, snigger snigger)

It might not be updated as constantly as before, but i'll try for a weekly thing.
More, if time and schedule permits.


Also, the whole cherry concept applies to having my 2 cents worth of opinions shared with the world.
Even though there are fewer than 15 people actually bothering to pass here by,
I just feel good letting stuff out into the open, whether it is read, recognised, or not.

I take '2 bites at a cherry' to also mean that this is my avenue for opportunities at bringing up whether different or similar opinions and mindsets as to those of the 1st bite (ala vast majority).



Lets move on.


Deviantart link.
The account holds my amatuerish photography stuff, OUTSIDE of my previous jobscope as a studio model photographer.
For 2 years, i have worked and studied indoor-studio and still-life photography, dealing with flashlights, floodlights and all other artificial light sources.
Now i am exploring the outdoors on my own.
Quite a different style, i must say.


See the Tagboard?
Well, you know what it's for dears.
I've never believed in tagboards before, and now i suddenly decide i need a little change or things would be so mundane.


And following that, we have all the usual mambo-jumbo links, blahblahblah, until we reach the I Read Them section.

Personally, i feel that Dilbert Blog is one of the best ive read.
Go try it.
I like the short, sharp and VERY well-defined understandable points author Scott Adams makes.


Further down.


Meet my adopted pet Aiko!
Omg she is like the cutest piglet ever.
I love the way her ears crumple slightly at the sides,
And how her tail is so curly wurly,
And how her feet skips and shifts when she's following my arrow,
And how she turns her head in my direction.
Click on her once, she'll squeal and leap in joy.
Click on her 4 to 5 times in a row, and she'll row about in the mud playfully.
And then you're supposed to take the water-spray from the 'More' menu to wash her!
You'd notice an apple option too!
I love the way she munches on it. Like so crunchy and yummy.
SHE IS SO ADORABLE!
I call her Aiko, because it means 'Child of Love', and she is just SO LOVABLE!



Okay on another note.
I removed haloscan, and have decided to use Blogger's comments functions.
I just think it's a little more orderly that way.
Thus, all the past comments and stuff are all taken away.
Im starting on a new chord!


Okays, im off!



*Craving: [Broccoli & Tenderloin Steak in Shitake Mushroom sauce, well done please]

Pissed & Paranoid.

Do yourself a favour and take a good look at yourself before you talk about me behind my back.
Save yourself from embarrassment like please.


I know how much effort i had put in,
And somehow, i kinda figured out how much effort you did.
It wasnt anything to shout about,
So just keep quiet before the ball bounces over to your court again?


//


Sighting the recent reports on terrorist attacks and threats made to Sg and Msia,
I have become pretty paranoid.
Like today, I was at the Swensons Restaurant at Crown Prince Hotel with Mom.
We had a wonderful lunch and a heart-to-heart talk together ala 'Mother-daughter ONLY' style.

About halfway thru my salad, weird thoughts start to creep into my head.

'... this restaurant is situated right in the middle of Singapore's busiest district.'

'... like got quite a number of foreigners ah.'

'... also like prominent enough to attract the attention of people seeking targets.'

'... perpectually standing on ground by itself. Not in a shopping centre or mall. Makes it easy to leave unnoticed...'

'... are there any backpacks or haversacks around???'


I kept piecing together snippets of the reports on the recent Bali Restaurant bombings.
And then, i literally kept looking around worriedly for backpacks and haversacks.
Just in case.


I told Mom about it.
She asked me if im really that afraid to die.


I thought about it, and answered.

I am not afraid to die.

What is so scary about dying so suddenly?
It's like *snapsnap*,
And Im somewhere in the skies, playing with the fluffy clouds.


What am i afraid of then?

I am afraid of becoming an invalid.
I am afraid of the agony of pain and mental torture.
I am afraid of becoming a burden to the people around me.
I am afraid of the buffer time between dying and dead.
I am afraid of wanting to die, but not being able to.
You know that chinese phrase?

Qiu shen bu de, qiu si bu neng.


I really admire all those who have gone thru incidences like these, and gotten over the emotional scars to lead fruitful lives amidst their disabilities.

True-life stories like these, touch peoples' hearts, and bring inspiration all over the world.

But somehow i feel that if i were in their situation, i would lack the courage to leave nursing my emotional wounds in my self-created isolation, to seek and be determined to make the best of what i have become.

However, these people did it.
And by just this one fact, i feel that actually,
I am more handicapped than them.

Neverland, my style.

God knows how much i wish i were residing in Neverland.
Oh no, not MJ's spectacular,
NOT Peterpan's never-ever-grow-up home,
but MY very own Neverland.


A place where people never-ever-grow-fat.
A place where i will forever look like Jessica Simpson in her 'Boots are Made For Walking' MV. (Have you even seeeeen those badangdangs???)
A place where calories and exercise and diet plans are non-existant.
A place where i can eat chocolate and fried chicken and not punish myself physically and mentally for it.


I am cursed to not be able to enjoy these luxuries till the day i cease to exist.
Oh whyyyyy?
Why meeee?


You'd be amazed at my weight gaining speed.
*Snaps finger*

Just. Like. That.


Please do not think i am one of those whiny teenagers who, already are stick-skinny but love to pinch a teeny weeny bit of 'phat' from their abdoment and complain.
I am NOT.

Sometimes i feel like slapping these people, as it is so obvious that they are much slimmer than i am.
STOP showing me your EXCESS SKIN.


Just the other day, i was at this Indian Prata Shop just opposite my school.
I wasnt even eating prata i swear.
Then this person came to take orders, and out of the blue, he just kept singing my praises in front of my classmates.
Like '...Nowadays Chinese girls getting prettier and prettier. Like her. So pretty, so sweet, so blahblahblahblahblah....'
Just as my head was swelling, he had. he JUST HAD to add '...so chubby.'

OMG! OMG! OMG!


I told Joseph and he also JUST HAD to say that Indians like meaty girls.
It is their culture.
Thats why Bollywood actresses are like plump.


I feel so sad.


Recently i have told people around me to stop me from eating any fattening food if they see me sneak into 7-11 or something.
I have also made people torture me with thoughts of salad salad and MORE salad.
I have been drinking fruit juice.
I have been biting my nails to stop myself from thinking about DINNER.


I so want to cry.


You know the feeling of having to watch your entire family eat KFC like its the best thing on earth, while you have to almost chain yourself to the front gate in order to restrain yourself from sinking your teeth into the tender, juicy, succulent meat.

It really doesnt help when they smack their lips and in good will, beckon you to come and take a bite.


I call this the point of no return.
One bite, and im a goner.


I have always been jealous of my 2 brothers who, no matter how much junk food they overload themselves with, will never EVER get fat.
No, NOT EVEN A TUMMY IN SIGHT.


Ryan eats 3 double cheese burgers, large fries and coke in a meal.
Nuggets and Mcwings are like the sides.
And he'll tell you that he is not full, he is just nice.
And happily pat his stomach and sigh.


Glen eats fast food almost everyday too.
And the amount of potato chips and m&ms and other Junks!



And it's not as if they exercise.

Unfair unfair unfair!
And I thought we were supposed to share the same genes.

Whyy.....
Why meee......

Idiots.

Do i look stupid to you?


Do i?


Somehow i do think i possess the guilible face.


Why is it,
Many times when i purchase something,
The returned change, would hide a ringgit or 2 amongst the many coins?


RM 0.20 is like only SGD 0.08!

Grrrr.


Maybe its because i dont have the habit of checking the coins or counting them when they are passed to me, before i throw them in my purse.
I trust too much that the shopkeepers or taxi drivers are honest people.
Like you know, the whole HONEST Examplary Singaporean concept?


I must have collected at least 7 RM coins already and 1 RMB.


Darn it.

Club Fishermen.

* decided to change my flickr account pictures.
Amateur photography now.
Dont want my face no more.


******


There is something wrong with Singaporean guys.
Or rather, the kind who frequents clubs to pick girls up.
The all too familiar kind.
The kind who lays out ALL his possessions of liqour on the table, looking a tad too proud.


He belongs to a big growing community of the clubs in Singapore known as the Fishermen.

A nuisance, they are.


He usually sits with his arms open wide on the couch, assuming some girl(s) would just drop into them and sighhhhh...


Me Tarzan, You Jane.
Look at me.
Fawn on me.
Adore me.
Now follow me to treehouse and we mate.


What is your problem?


We girls, are minding our own business, having our own fun and doing FINE with our own drinks.
WHY do you have to pretend pretend then join in at our private party?


Your steps are oh-so-predictable.

First, you eye us.
Then, you inch closer.
And then you listen to our conversation.
Pass some act-smart comments,
Then agree with us on everything we say so you can get a chance to cheers to our 'coincidential' sentiments.
Like "WOW! You like red bean soup? So do i!! What a coincidence to be able to meet someone here who drinks red bean soup like me. Cheers to that!!!"


For all we know, you hate red bean soup.
You're just saying that to get into our pants.


It also gives you an excuse to ask us out on the pretext of tasting the 'famous' soup stall in SengKang, Punggol or Batu Bahat.
It's up to you to say where's famous, it doesnt really matter anyway.


Back to the club.

You will talk to the group of girls as a whole,
Then amongst them, you will filter out the more ignorant ones.
The ones who believe you easily.
The ones who believe and seem happy to have finally found somebody who likes red bean soup.

LIKE HELLO.
The Chinese have a saying that goes something like 'the mouth belongs to him, it's up to him to say anything'.


You then isolate one of them from the group by going deeper into the conversation.

"... so, comparing to green bean soup, I personally prefer red. What do you think they use to make these soups?"

"... I think green bean soup should be served in green bowls, and red bean soup should be served in red bowls. What do you think?"

"... Do you know that if you stuff a red bean into your nostril, it will come out of your eye? But if you stuff a green bean into your ear, it will land on your tongue?"


Yadda yadda.


Ahhh... But there is a reason for everything you do.


By doing this, the companions of that certain girl wouldve moved on to have their own fun, leaving her alone with you.


When the silly girl is busy listening to your horseshit,

"...oooOohh. I never knew that... OOooOOOooh... reallyy??"

"... wah... you so brave ah?? ... so clever. You my hero la..."


Your hands, oh YES, your hands are tingling.


They are choosing the first place on the girl's body to rest on.


Usually, it would start with tilting your body towards the girl so that your body brushes against hers.
Then if there's no protest, you will lean on her.
Then if there's no protest, you will place one hand on her waist.
This is called, TESTING WATER,
And then slowly, it progresses from there.


At this point, the girl is probably dizzy from the drinks that you keep cheering her on her with.
And you knowing she is new to all these, smile and give her even more.


You smile because you know that very soon, you would be in a corner groping her.



I dont know about the others, but i feel that this is a very VERY despicable way of FISHING.


Guys, dont be bastards.
And Girls, dont make yourselves so cheap.


I DONT KNOW WHY I AM SAYING ALL THESE.
IT IS NONE OF MY BUSINESS BUT IT JUST DISTURBS ME AT HOW GUYS THINK GIRLS ARE EASY TARGETS.
THEY DONT EVEN HAVE TO MAKE ANY EFFORT, JUST USE THE SAME OLD TRICK AGAIN AND AGAIN.
SO CHEAP.
IT IS SO CHEAP THAT EVERYBODY KNOWS IT BUT WHY IS IT SO MANY PEOPLE KEEP FALLING INTO IT?


Sometimes, i really wonder if the girls are the ones asking for it.
They cry and say they have fallen into traps.
They cry after they are cheated, or groped.
They say it is not their fault.
They tell the whole world they feel dirty.
BUT,
Is it true?

Or was it a case of her trying her charm on a man?
Like reassuring her self-worth?
Or maybe, she is the type who thrives on the attention of the opposite sex.


Maybe she did not intend for things to go far out.
She thought that she would be able to restrain him and not let things get out of hand.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, things did not go as she had planned.
EARTH TO YOU pretty girl, NOT EVERYTHING is under your control.
You've given him a little, now he wants more.
He IS a man, afterall.

The next morning,
She decides that she feels dirty, cheated, and made use of.


What more can i say?


Oh, there is another thing.


Guys, stop that ridiculous monotonous lie.
You know, the one that ALL OF YOU use.
Hiding behind the cloak of darkness, dizziness, and deafening noise,
You do that nonchalent lie thing.
So if we confront you some other day,
You'll say we heard wrongly.
It seems like there was a day the Men's Federation committee decided to set a standard script for their kind if they wanted to get laid.
Cause like a standard procedure, EVERYBODY uses it.
Once again, it is an attempt to get into womens' pants.
Dont pretend you dont know.


You earn 50k a month?

Your dad owns the club?

Your family owns Singapore Airlines?


Save it.
SAVE IT.


EVERYTIME somebody pops by and tells me his dad owns the club floor that i am standing on,
I imagine how miserable their lives must be.
I mean, you must be in a pretty miserable state to actually claim another's achievements and not your own.
You must be someone with nothing more to lose.
So is this your last shot at getting laid?

597 different people have already told me the same thing.


AND WHAT MAKES YOU THINK THAT I WILL GIVE YOU WHAT YOU WANT JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE RICH?
Bullocks to you.



Actually, all these are not my problem.
And since i have put down what i want to put down,
though it doesnt make sense,
I shall stop here.


pfft.