Please buy the sheep so they don't die.

Monday, February 28, 2005

Having the courage to "Go with the flow"

It's official. I exhaled my last sigh, any tinge of regret, gotten over the inital slap in the face and now decided to pack whatever emotional baggage i have and throw it out the window. Some people will deal with it with indifference, since that's oh-so-nonchalant and oh-so-unincriminating but i prefer the more active than passive, so I'm walking out and not turning back. Because i know heads will not turn. Because i know feet would not arch 180 degrees southwards. Because i know at the end of the day some people are too tired. And so..

I'm ready. It's going to be my most productive year yet. I'm going to make things happen.

Friday, February 25, 2005

Getting to know you

In the "King and I", Anna the schoolteacher started prancing around in her goofy dress singing in typical British fashion how "bright and breezy" she was after "getting to know you". Now, the lyrics of that song can only be applied when you are indeed a colonialist bitch suffering from the loss of your military serving husband and are now in some exotic kingdom in the mystical east teaching english to royalty. And it will also help that the people feeding in the glory of your little song are children who do not understand English. Either that or she is a whore who had played "panty panty" with a stranger.

When has the process of getting to know someone been so preppy? Isn't it a clumsy and embarassing exercise as you slowly begin to uncover the dirt and peeves of someone? And wouldn't that exercise somehow make you wish that you never started on your ambitious self-serving campaign? After all, whats the point in knowing someone unless you feel that the person would be of some use to you? Now, now, no point riling over my arrogance. I'm merely venting out what all of you really think. If a person serves no purpose to you, adds no value to your current lifestly or at worst, is hindering you from future successes, then why get to know the person at all? It's like inviting trouble isn't it? Now, all of you can go be polite boys and girls and say things like,"It's accepting people's differences that matters" or that "Diversity is important". Sure, and why may i ask have you not returned that person's phone call or gone out with him/her for the past year?

You start out with this "image" of what the person must be. Usually it is on first impressions, sometimes its through word of mouth. So a girlfriend who could not contain her excitement could call you while you are overseas to gush about a 6 foot tall gentleman who could really shake his thang in some hip hop club back home and proclaim it to be LOVE, you would automatically have a mental "image" of what he might look like, sound like and taste like... the latter to be discovered on a later note..

And you could be so bowled over by the distinctive uppity-stuck-up "proper England so powderful" accent of one guy that you'll start planning as to how you can nab him and make him father your children because your "image" of him is one that brinks on "intellectual genius" or "incredibly rich".

However, when you start humming the first verse of "Getting to know you" in that thick disillusioned skull of yours, you discover that he likes digging his ear and tasting it after or that he has a skin disease on his nether regions or that he really is balding and so has to wear a wig. So much for "bright and breezy" huh?

Advice should be dispensed carefully, which is why you should not heed mine. But honestly, if you are intent on playing the "Getting to know you" game, its less painful if you don't go in with your ears and eyes wide open. You never know what you might accidentally see or hear.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

Discovery Channel

My mom was telling me on Sunday that if i do find something i like, i should pee all over it to mark my "territory" and upon seeing my puzzled look, chastised me for not watching the Discovery Channel enough. Tis strange. I do know of the animalistic practice of marking one's territory through urinating but for my mom to exhibit such primal instincts is nothing short of distasteful. Besides i can't pee standing up and im sure as hell not going to roll around on the ground while i "mark my territory".

Friday, February 11, 2005

Shelf life

My mom was stressing to me over the weekend about how important it is to find a "mate" whilst in school. Her reason was that you simply would not have the time nor energy to go find a "mate" once you start work. Now, i found it awkward that she would even choose to breach this topic with me. Number one, i am only 23. Number two, she is a 54 year old woman with 4 kids and mating shouldn't really be on her mind anymore. Number three, i have not even passed out of school and marriage is supposed to be top on my list of things to do after graduating?

Tis queer, since i have always thought my mom was more modern than traditional when it comes to marriage. *wedding bells beckon*

I don't think so.

Maybe it is her fear that i will be left on the shelf.. is that necessarily a bad thing?

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

Wherefore art thou January?

I didn't realize how long it has been since i updated my blog until Kriti, my ex-flatmate (to be explained in another entry) mentioned it to me last nite over Desperate Housewives.

K: Hey.. you haven't been updating your blog..
D: I have been.. i am a consistent writer, i could have sworn that i wrote something down recently..
K: Hmmmm (fiddling with her mouse).. nope, it says here that the last time you updated your blog is 28th december..
D: That strange.. it already february now.. where did january go?

So there i was, slummed on a second hand coffee coloured, food stained, alcohol soaked couch wondering where January went to.

SO where did January go?
I knew what i did.. somehow.. sometimes.. I clubbed quite a bit.. social calender was packed.. met friends i haven't met in years.. slept with my head in the sand.. woke up at 5pm the next day with a headache.. watched the Tiger Cup finals.. contracted bronchitis.. went to Bangkok..
spent too much money.. ate late night Macdonalds..

That pretty summed up my January.. for all who are interested in knowing the intricate details of my life.. (that means you Kriti)..