It’s a quarter after one, I’m all alone

I think I’m in love with the idea of being in love. And who can blame me? The propaganda that the TV and movies feed you sure doesn’t help.

Sometimes it’s hard to resist temptation, you know? The first guy that’s remotely nice to you and you immediately think he’s probably THE ONE.

I sure sound like a sap right about now.

But that’s the truth of the matter.

I guess when it comes to love, it’s a risk-it-all or die trying sort of business.

I guess it’s especially hard when you realise that none of the guys around you fit your description of the perfect guy. Or at the very least, a good guy that likes you for who you are.

And when you resort to trying to go online in search of guys, they all either turn out crappy or… crappily horny.

Maybe it’s the whole ‘Valentine’s Day’ spirit still lodged down there somewhere. I don’t know.

All I know is, some people are really lucky they found someone special, and yet, they don’t treat it as well as they should.

Horrible, horrible feeling.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn.

Yeah. I should stop playing pool. For my own sanity.

Seriously.

Don’t tell me not to fly, I’ve simply got to.

So, I think I’m pretty racist.

Yeah. That’s not very good right.

Okay. So let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

So, I’m unemployed. And I bum around at home when I’m not tutoring or terrorising the streets of Singapore.

I play pool when I’m bored. It’s actually pretty fun, relaxing, plus I get to chat with people I don’t know, and sometimes I get to make stuff up about myself so that’s always great.

And well, a lot of Indians like to play pool too, apparently.

Which is great and all, but they like to talk to me. Which can get annoying.

And I mean, I just clam up when they tell me they’re Indian. So, you know, I’m officially racist.

But you know what? Everyone’s a little bit racist. Some people can’t stand Jews, some can’t stand the Irish.

So I’m not exactly ‘hot’ for Indians. Well, it’s a preference.

Doesn’t make me a bad person.

Does it?

HAHA. Oh, the things you blog about when you’re bored.

Oh right. And a 55-year-old man wanted to KISS ME!!!! YUCKSSS

On the day that you were born, the angels got together.

I’m getting better at driving. I can turn and move on my own without much help. Only a bit of help here and there when I start freaking out and forget to hit the clutch.

And I can park (albeit, only on the curbs.)

I really can’t wait to drive on my own. It’s so cool! =D

Currently, I’m being all nostalgic. I downloaded the Carpenters. Such classics.

I figured that while I do enjoy mainstream music, I really do prefer the classics. Plus, there’re so many new songs nowadays, it’s so hard to keep up. And, oldies rock. You gotta admit it.

So, I’m going to get my hair done for fun. Cuz’ I am that bored. And since I haven’t really been spending money on myself (besides the cash used for driving and you-know-what) I decided that I needed this little treat.

Tomorrow, I wanna go shopping and buy stuff.

I do enjoy being unemployed. It has its perks. =))

Yesterday once more

When I was young
I'd listen to the radio
Waitin' for my favorite songs

When they played I'd sing along
It made me smile
Those were such happy times

And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well

Every sha-la-la-la
Every wo-o-wo-o
Still shines
Every shing-a-ling-a-ling
That they're startin' to sing
So fine

When they get to the part
Where he's breakin' her heart
It can really make me cry
Just like before
It's yesterday once more

Go now, don’t look back.

I would just like to say, for the record, I move on fast.

Which means I was only in love with the idea.

So, that’s awesome, right?

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!

In another life, I would make you stay.

So I guess it’s for the best.


Was fun while it lasted anyway.

And I shall move on from this confusing period and get on with my life!

Yesterday, Tia and I watched Black Swan. I first heard about it from LP who freaked out after she watched the trailer and realised it wasn’t a romance movie. So, here I’m thinking, ‘Oh dear God, why did I agree to this!?!’

So anyway, Tia and I bought the mandatory movie snacks (read: popcorn and soda) and settled down in our seats.

The movie was…… I don’t even know how to describe it. I mean, on one hand, really, bravo, Natalie Portman. Bravo. On the other… WHAT THE EFFING HELL WAS THAT??!!!

Tia and I settled on a movie description, finally. Dark, scary, psycho, and raunchy.

When it wasn’t dark and scary, it was raunchy and SUPER uncomfortable. (Well, it WAS M18 for a reason..)

There were no happy scenes, or mildly pleasing scenes, (and when I say ‘pleasing’, I don’t mean SEXUALLY!!!) and the whole thing was just weird and crazy.

I think the only reason why it got such great reviews was because critics were like, ‘OMG, IT’S SO DARK AND RAUNCHY, ITS GOOD!!!!’

But no. It was just dark. and raunchy.

Okay, so it’s not my kind of movie.. Whose kind of movie IS that, btw?! I would like to know so I can take a mental note of the kind of friends I hang out with.

Okay. MY movie review is done.

It was great hanging out with Tia. Telling all our little secrets and catching up, as always. It’s really fun lah.

And I had my first private tuition yesterday! I am an awesome teacher.

So, I am learning to drive and I hope to pass really soon. Cuz’ you know, it’s awesome and all.

Here we go, unemployment! Feels great, btw.

A teenage love in a parking lot

It wasn’t really my fault, right?

He started it.

So why do I feel like I’m the one who did wrong?

Just cuz’ I said those hurtful words?

But he started it.

=/

I sound like a 7-year-old.

This is so insane, right?

This is so crazy. And stupid. And effed-up.

Oh right. And I apparently attract a lot of Indians. Not that I’m being racist…. but I’m not even a bloody lawyer yet!!!

And I attract men who do a lot of hands-on work.

So that’s great too.

Everyone else is a dick.

And I’m going crazy. I really am going crazy. And no one can help me.

Does this mean I like him? Seriously? I barely know the guy! Maybe I just like the idea of him. Maybe I should just stop moping about.

So why do I feel like going to Switzerland to apologise?

Someone, please, restrain me!

Or stab me. Whichever is easiest.

And in another life, I would be your girl.

Well, ain’t that some shit?

 

Why is it every time I like someone, I end up feeling like I want to punch their faces in until it can no longer be recognised?

Why is it I always end up liking guys that make me feel soo frustrated, I want to yell at the top of my lungs until my voice turns hoarse and I can no longer make use of my vocal cords?

Why is it I REALLY know how to fucking pick ‘em?

So, here I thought, problem solved.

Of course, things are never simple. It’s an unspoken agreement made on my behalf. ‘Things cannot ever be that fucking simple.’

So yup. Story of my life. I’ll probably look back on this in a few months and laugh.

Maybe a few years.

The Sun will come out tomorrow

So I was sitting at the bar, and this guy comes up to me and says ‘My life stinks.’

Okay. This is great. Well, Joan was right about one thing. The guys I like will not be getting any younger.

So, here I am. With this great guy whose smart, funny, sweet and SWISS. And we like each other. And so what’s the problem?

Well, firstly.. I have never seen his face. And he has never seen mine. So that’s like one of those stupid masquerade masks things where you take off the wretched thing at midnight and OMG!

I should never have done it. I should never have been honest with him. I should’ve done what I did to that weird Indian guy whose conversation I still keep cuz’ it reminds me that men can be horribly desperate. (Which I SHOULD post here soon, cuz’ it’s REALLY good material.)

Well, it’s his fault too cuz’ he is unbearably charming and a GREAT father.

Oh wait. Father? What??!

Yeah. To top it all off, he is a single father, whose great love for his son just makes me want to fall deeper into the stupid rabbit hole.

And we just made a pact not to speak to each other until we can clear our heads and clarify…. something. (I don’t even know why we’re doing it. Seriously.)

OH! And here’s the best part! (Lean closer, people!)

We’ve only known each other for a week! And we’ve already done most of the things couples do. Like fight. And have really opinionated discussions and arguments. And talk about our lives and dreams and shit like that.

Yeah, we’ve fought. Small one as it was, it still symbolised something right? I mean, if this guy was not serious, then why would he yell at me? (Yeah, he started it.)

I think my lack of things to do have made me completely bonkers. What I need to do now is to just clear my head or something.

Or maybe just jump into the pool cuz’ I sure could use a soak right now.

Cuz' I'm living out the script of my life

My nineteenth birthday went well. As you grow older, I don't think you expect much out of birthdays. I'm just glad I got to spend it with people I loved. My family and my best friends.

Right now, I'm nursing a horrible cold and a sore throat. It sucks mainly cuz' I have my BTT tml and I'm dying here.

Okay! Updates!

I got conditional offers to study at Manchester and Southampton. However, I don't really know whether to accept those offers. For now, I'm just waiting for my results. And trying to find a job. Maybe.

I did have an admin job, but I quit after a week. It was just way too dull for my preference.

I honestly feel so horrid, I can barely form words enough to make for an interesting post.

So, just for kicks, I shall describe my nineteenth birthday in as much detail as I can muster.

On my nineteenth,

I woke up at 830 because my throat started hurting.

I went for mass at HFC and then went for lunch at NYNY with my parents, 2nd bro and sister-in-law.

I bought two pairs of shoes from BATA and went home.

Got changed and went to meet the gang at AMK mrt.

Took the bus to the night safari and ate at KFC.

Watched the 'Creatures of the Night' show.

Walked around the trails.

Was too scared to enter the bat cave cuz' I'm not really a fan of flying critters.

Took the tram ride (which is actually pretty cool)


The gang bought me Friends season 10! It's super hilarious and I absolutely love it.

I really wasn't expecting to get it.

And I still feel sick and super sorry for myself. :(

Oh well. good luck to me for my BTT tml!

I'll really try to blog more often, but I get really really lazy. And cuz' my blog and gmail occupy two different google accounts, it gets annoying to sign in and out.

Anyway, Happy CNY to all!

Looks that books take ages to tell.

So, my mum's friend got me a job in her company doing admin. It's relatively easy for good pay, and I have little to no complaints about it.

Except that it's admin work, and that's always fun for the first two weeks or so.

Let's see how long I'll last.

And kids love me.

I'm known as Jie Jie Glee cuz' I wore my glee shirt to work once.

It's really awesome teaching those kids.

But I hate Chinese.