Friday, June 24, 2005
Sunday, June 19, 2005
puke to the exam
i was thinking about how i have such applied precision.
then i thought: but close to none reflex precision.
and then: how sad is that???
then: i want ice-cream. pandan gelati to be exact. and baileys too while i'm at it. but more pandan.
then i thought: but close to none reflex precision.
and then: how sad is that???
then: i want ice-cream. pandan gelati to be exact. and baileys too while i'm at it. but more pandan.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
on a darker side...
blonde moments aside (i didn't need a colour change for that, but this isn't abt that), i've finally taken the plunge and murdered my serial highlighting passion of almost four years. alright alright, i haven't murdered it, it's just laying low for awhile. at any rate, it was byebye browns, blondes and reds. and just to shock myself a bit more - what can i say, i live for adrenaline - i got it cut, changed the parting, and have adopted a meant-to-be-sexy-over-the-eye-who-am-i-kidding-it's-hair-poking-me-into-near-blindess fringe. i am very proud of myself.
so being the obsessivecompulsivecontrolfreakperfectionist that i am (ok FINE - vain. i should be allowed, my hair is my look - say NOTHING), i thought i'd share some thoughts about the differences of being light or dark haired (no, nothing of that blondes have more fun, brunettes are taken more seriously shit). of course, we're strictly talking chinese-skin-tonned with anything other than jetblack for obvious reasons. them whites don't count, they can pull off almost anything, lucky bastards. actually, i've always known some of these things, but there's the odd nugget that's fascinating nonetheless:
1. i can wear a lot more makeup colours now. c'mon rainbow, let's have an eyelid affair!
2. dark hair brings out features a lot more, which is a good thing - IF that's what you want. doesn't help we haven't got much peripheral vision, if you know what i mean, or have acres of dynasty-worthy building land instead of a castle-atop-a-hill senario. ok cryptic, take a hike. i mean we have slit eyes and flat noses and even flatter faces laaa. so really, a-many-coloured mane, if well maintained, gives dimension, takes attention away from the face and accentuates the overall impression. striking hair mahh.
3. ok, (1) and (2) were just excuses to get to (3). my hair colour is affecting my smile!!! aliens have landed and i don't know what's going on! i'll try to put it as succintly and briefly as i possibly can (ok, so that's impossible, shut up). when i was lion king, as my brother thought it fit to call me, i could always pull of my vigourous bare-all-teeth colgate ads, as mum liked to say (geez, i have such nice family). in fact, i couldn't do anything but. if i attempted the smiling-demurely-with-lips-closed-i'm-such-a-sweet-young-thing stunt, well. let's just say i looked stupid. very stupid. nowww, i think things have gone into reverse. any sight of them chompchomps make me look like a, well, sakai. i think. this is so dumb. i can't just do a 180 and whip up the innocent lil kitten look from nowhere! i've had four years of toothy conditioning! besides, it's all part of an attitudepersonalitycharactertype thing, and i don't think i do cute-and-sweet too naturally.
i may have a solution: pehaps i could utterly insist my overly-worked, involuntary cameramen count their 1-2-3s (i shouldn't even have to say) while the girls and i shamelessly and endlessly do our thing, and only at the moment of 3, smile. one of those no grins yet no mouth closed things. i could do the lips apart deal. you know, like i was not preparing to have my picture taken, but was laughing like an elegant-young-lady who happened to be caught on camera.
yes i already admitted to vanity. but the photomania is steph's fault. who said incurable, contagious diseases were limited to STIs??
on a side note, i got the complete dawson's creek seasons 1 and 2!!! *does the red indian happiness-dance* no, this has nothing to do with katie holmes' renewed fame on the entertainment scene. i got it cuz dawson's creek rocks! i have something for drama - for that's what it is - which are REAL. you know, with twists just as heart wrenching as the next series (like some of some other excuses-for-series-i-won't name) but at the same time not so unbelieveable it just becomes dumb. you know what i mean. it's THE classic series of its kind, the ultimate paradoxical REAL DRAMA. i think i'm in love.
and the song after song after song they use don't hurt one little bit.
so being the obsessivecompulsivecontrolfreakperfectionist that i am (ok FINE - vain. i should be allowed, my hair is my look - say NOTHING), i thought i'd share some thoughts about the differences of being light or dark haired (no, nothing of that blondes have more fun, brunettes are taken more seriously shit). of course, we're strictly talking chinese-skin-tonned with anything other than jetblack for obvious reasons. them whites don't count, they can pull off almost anything, lucky bastards. actually, i've always known some of these things, but there's the odd nugget that's fascinating nonetheless:
1. i can wear a lot more makeup colours now. c'mon rainbow, let's have an eyelid affair!
2. dark hair brings out features a lot more, which is a good thing - IF that's what you want. doesn't help we haven't got much peripheral vision, if you know what i mean, or have acres of dynasty-worthy building land instead of a castle-atop-a-hill senario. ok cryptic, take a hike. i mean we have slit eyes and flat noses and even flatter faces laaa. so really, a-many-coloured mane, if well maintained, gives dimension, takes attention away from the face and accentuates the overall impression. striking hair mahh.
3. ok, (1) and (2) were just excuses to get to (3). my hair colour is affecting my smile!!! aliens have landed and i don't know what's going on! i'll try to put it as succintly and briefly as i possibly can (ok, so that's impossible, shut up). when i was lion king, as my brother thought it fit to call me, i could always pull of my vigourous bare-all-teeth colgate ads, as mum liked to say (geez, i have such nice family). in fact, i couldn't do anything but. if i attempted the smiling-demurely-with-lips-closed-i'm-such-a-sweet-young-thing stunt, well. let's just say i looked stupid. very stupid. nowww, i think things have gone into reverse. any sight of them chompchomps make me look like a, well, sakai. i think. this is so dumb. i can't just do a 180 and whip up the innocent lil kitten look from nowhere! i've had four years of toothy conditioning! besides, it's all part of an attitudepersonalitycharactertype thing, and i don't think i do cute-and-sweet too naturally.
i may have a solution: pehaps i could utterly insist my overly-worked, involuntary cameramen count their 1-2-3s (i shouldn't even have to say) while the girls and i shamelessly and endlessly do our thing, and only at the moment of 3, smile. one of those no grins yet no mouth closed things. i could do the lips apart deal. you know, like i was not preparing to have my picture taken, but was laughing like an elegant-young-lady who happened to be caught on camera.
yes i already admitted to vanity. but the photomania is steph's fault. who said incurable, contagious diseases were limited to STIs??
on a side note, i got the complete dawson's creek seasons 1 and 2!!! *does the red indian happiness-dance* no, this has nothing to do with katie holmes' renewed fame on the entertainment scene. i got it cuz dawson's creek rocks! i have something for drama - for that's what it is - which are REAL. you know, with twists just as heart wrenching as the next series (like some of some other excuses-for-series-i-won't name) but at the same time not so unbelieveable it just becomes dumb. you know what i mean. it's THE classic series of its kind, the ultimate paradoxical REAL DRAMA. i think i'm in love.
and the song after song after song they use don't hurt one little bit.
Thursday, June 16, 2005
so you think you're cheap
because the wonderous and wacky world we live in is not surprising enough, here's some nuts (literally) to accompany the cherry-and-cream-on-top.
so there i am, walking towards my apartment when i see a couple walking in front of me stop - no, emergency brake - and stare. ok, so the new agey-foyer is decent, effectively misleading for the matchbox torture units within. i trot along, mind my own business, head up to buzz myself in, and but of course, why am i even surprised anymore by now?
there are five grown men - mainland chinese business goons sort, very uncle and everything - standing around in their matching top and bottom flannel pyjamas. two are meddling about near a power point. two more are standing around the fifth guy, who's sitting in a chair they must have brought down from their place, not that i see the chair because it and every part of this guy but his head, is covered in a big green plastic sheet. there is newspaper laid down under and all around the sitting guy. rightt. i see power point guy 1 and 2 shaking the non-life out of an electric razor. so it doesn't take a genius to realize... they're about to go off on a DIY haircut session! in the middle of my apartment foyer! at 8 at night.
it was quite a sight. picture it all dark outside. a minimalistic, primarily white foyer flooding in ample white light. and floor to ceiling glass doors seperating these madmen and everyone else outside watching. it must have looked like some primitive science experiment taking place in a life-size aquarium. maybe sitting guy lost a bet or something.
this is way more interesting than plodding through muddy gunk of global scepticism and a priori knowledge. ok, i'm just saying that cuz i'm allergic to exams. but still.
i wonder what sitting guy's hair looks like now. this would DEFINITELY qualify for rove's 'what the'!
so there i am, walking towards my apartment when i see a couple walking in front of me stop - no, emergency brake - and stare. ok, so the new agey-foyer is decent, effectively misleading for the matchbox torture units within. i trot along, mind my own business, head up to buzz myself in, and but of course, why am i even surprised anymore by now?
there are five grown men - mainland chinese business goons sort, very uncle and everything - standing around in their matching top and bottom flannel pyjamas. two are meddling about near a power point. two more are standing around the fifth guy, who's sitting in a chair they must have brought down from their place, not that i see the chair because it and every part of this guy but his head, is covered in a big green plastic sheet. there is newspaper laid down under and all around the sitting guy. rightt. i see power point guy 1 and 2 shaking the non-life out of an electric razor. so it doesn't take a genius to realize... they're about to go off on a DIY haircut session! in the middle of my apartment foyer! at 8 at night.
it was quite a sight. picture it all dark outside. a minimalistic, primarily white foyer flooding in ample white light. and floor to ceiling glass doors seperating these madmen and everyone else outside watching. it must have looked like some primitive science experiment taking place in a life-size aquarium. maybe sitting guy lost a bet or something.
this is way more interesting than plodding through muddy gunk of global scepticism and a priori knowledge. ok, i'm just saying that cuz i'm allergic to exams. but still.
i wonder what sitting guy's hair looks like now. this would DEFINITELY qualify for rove's 'what the'!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
mushybrained
in the midst of trying to at least marginally unscrew myself for my upcoming exam, i have been hit with - horror of horrors - the sudden and unexpected urge to setupafrigginblogwhatiswrongwithme urge. but i said urge already. i am so going nuts. i hate exams. but that's for another time.
ps. does anyone have a nerdy (yes that means specky) emoticon who's not smiling??
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