It's been almost 2 months since I wrote something here. Little updates to Zelda's life. Been having my Fridays spent at KPO. Kinda turning from that new kid in town to the molded in regular. And quite frankly I miss Butter! And filter. And China One. And Thai discos. Sigh. It has also been a while since I last blasted Facebook with hot pictures of yours truly. I haven't lost or gained any weight. I guess the only difference about me is the hair. Was at Royal Room with the girls 2 Fridays ago. Yes. Gotten bangs again. And I guess that was prolly the only club shot of me so far. (I'm giving that quizzical brow as I'm writing this)
I'm in my final semester of school. Finally. Then again, I'm enrolled in courses like Advertising and Promotional Writing. Sigh. Means too much work and not enough partying. So not fair! My falsies and sequined dresses are collecting dust! RAWR! Ok. I need to gather the girls for one last time before I end my academic career. NEED!
Missed the fireworks again. For reasons that were much more legit than last year's. It's been almost a year since the break up. Quite seriously, I don't feel anything anymore. I'm more excited about what's placed in front of me now. The last 3 months have been really fun. At least things seem to be looking up. :)
Now, back to Public Relations.
I thank you for the contribution to my years growing up from a confused 14 year-old well to a 24 year-old young adult experiencing life. I remember my first Harry Potter book being the Chamber of Secrets. The first book at that time was sold out. So I bought the 2nd and 3rd book, and placed an order for the first book. Your story has helped bonded my family through both the books and films.
It is no doubt a sad ending to the series. I do hope, one day, you'll write on another series. And yes, I do think it is about time for the Harry Potter chapter to close, while a new boy takes that amazing growing up process like you had done for Harry.
Once again, I thank you for the experience. I am so grateful for that delayed train that happened a decade ago. If not for that, the world wouldn't have Harry Potter.
I'm just done with watching "Ever After - A Cinderella Story".
Some way or another, shoes have played a part in deciding the fate of a woman. In that movie/story, the heroine is reunited with her love with a glass slipper. In yet another movie, Mr. Big proposed to Carrie Bradshaw with her pair of blue Manolo Blahniks.
Yes, he had remarked on how women justify their value through shoes. I had originally thought my love for shoes was just an obsession, considering the fact that I kinda think I do have a little OCD going on. I shall not digress.
Shoes. How many is too many? Having owned 60% of the shoes at home, I say I do not have enough shoes. While my dad, who has perhaps only 5 pairs out of the 100 pairs (I suppose), would definitely say that's too much! And of course, I have gotten my share of 'shoe' warnings. Then again, I guess my dad would have to agree, it'd be better I like shoes than liking bags. Hehehe.
I think I'm going to do some shoe shopping before school starts. I need a good pair to last me that grueling 6 weeks. :/
For as long as I have known, I have been rather tanned. The last time I was pale and white, was when I was a kid. And even during my primary school days, I was known to be tanned. Hence, chao-da woo.
Now, at 24, I'm gonna try my hand at being fair. Prolly try to be that Jap kid I was at 5.
So what have I been up to? Enjoying the rest of my term break before school starts on 4th of July. Ironic. But oh well. I'll just have to stuck it up and attend the morning class of intercultural communication.
Well, been partying as expected. I need to let it all out of my system before the intense 6 weeks hit me. Here's just a peek into the havoc.
Now I'm going to bed. Am gonna be an angel in the morning. Needs beauty rest now. Good night people.
Well, dating has been nice so far. 3 dates in, lots of texting and nice kisses. Enough of that.
I have been thinking. Almost everyone of us have ex-es. How much of the previous relationship do we recycle on the next one? Experience would mean better sex, more thought and effort put in, so as not to screw up the upcoming relationship. But how much is it we recycle?
I have introduced my dates to Pluck at Haji Lane. That's probably me recycling. I guess we do recycle. After all, places like Pluck have sentimental value to that individual. Perhaps not based on the previous relationship but the bond they have with the environment. I remembered having a date with Ray at Haji once. Let's call this new guy NG. So, I suggested Haji/Arab to NG. Please be mindful, the Kampong Glam area's not exactly in the road map of NG. I shall not go into too much details. But I guess we leapfrog a point of the previous relationship, deconstruct and reconstruct something new again.
Well, I guess there are people who still read and want to know what am I up to these days. So where do I start. At current, I'm lying on my tummy on my single-sized bed waiting for my hair to dry. If you're from UB and wondering where have I been hiding in school so far, well, I'm not due to start school until Independence Day. So in my free time, I'm employed as a temp at PeopleSearch. It's a headhunting agency. No, I'm not sourcing for people to fill positions. My job's pretty boring. A mere data entry girl. That's enough of work.
I'm dating again. Seeing someone for sure. I'll only spill more here when things are a little more stable or serious. All I can say, he is someone that does not exactly fall into my dating history. A surprise for sure. Pleasant or not, I have yet to find out. Fingers crossed.
I thought I would be able to survive mundane despite all the crap load of stories on data entry jobs. Apparently, I can't. I'm just like everybody else. Well. I'll tender as soon as I have stayed there for a month. So it's about time to look for a new job! Or focus my energy on writing and freelancing. The latter does seem nice. Hmmmmmmm. Now where's that calendar?
Back from Butter and I'm having mixed feelings about the results of the General Elections. We'll start with the good. For the first time ever, we have another voice in parliament representing a Group Representation Constituency. Yay to that. I'm excited to hear what Chen Show Mao, Pritam Singh and Low Thia Khiang can do in parliament. Can they kill Mah Bow Tan down on cheaper flats? Please do. I'm so counting on that.
The bad. We have lost Chiam See Tong, George Yeo, and gained Tin Pei Ling. Sigh. Losing Chiam See Tong as the 3rd alternative voice does suck. Uncle Chiam has served Potong Pasir for many years. As mentioned before, I grew up overlooking the drama at Potong Pasir. Hearing the drama from my primary school classmates living there etc. My parents even lived there in a rented room for awhile before getting a flat in Serangoon. In fact, I kinda lived there as an infant too. Hence my sentiments towards Uncle Chiam.
While we have gained a good opposition in parliament, we have also lost a sincere minister. I daresay George Yeo is one of the better ministers in the cabinet, considering the crappy ones like Mah Bow Tan and Wong Kan Seng. I rather keep George Yeo and remove Mah Bow Tan. However, during his campaign, I do find him trying a little too hard to gain support. Oh well. What's done is done. I can only wish him all the best.
As for little girl Tin, all I can say is, "Good luck to Marine Parade." You seriously can forget about requesting for sheltered walkways or upgraded lifts. What can a associate from Ernest & Young do for you? In fact, what does she even know? Being a daughter of coffee shop owners actually somewhat equates to "ah sia kia". Translated - Rich man's kid. It is after all family business. Yes, it may be strenuous, but who hasn't done such work before? I know I have. In fact, I was born into a middle-class family. So you want to talk to me about hardship? Go talk to your Kate Spades. -.-
Well, Singapore, you have voted. So for now, we'll all have to live with our consequences for the next 5 years until the 2016 General Elections again.
Casted my vote. Now the wait to see who rules where. Well, frankly speaking, I have been rather chalked up with exam preparations, I am kinda slightly off with my information. But I thought a prediction might be fun.
As like everyone's talking about, this GE is definitely a watershed one. With Lee Kuan Yew being old and frail, PAP's power, I dare say, has taken a set back.
Well, back to the predictions.
PAP will get :
Ang Mo Kio GRC
Choa Chu Kang GRC
East Coast GRC
Holland-Bukit Timah GRC
Jurong GRC
Moulmein-Kallang GRC
Nee Soon GRC
Pasir Ris-Punggol GRC
Sembawang GRC
Tampines GRC
West Coast GRC
Bukit Panjang SMC
Yuhua SMC
WP to win:
Aljunied GRC
Hougang SMC
Joo Chiat SMC
Punggol East SMC
Sengkang West SMC
SPP to win:
Bishan-Toa Payoh GRC
Hong Kah SMC
Potong Pasir SMC
NSP to win:
Mountbatten SMC
Well, the rest of the Constituencies, I have some other stuff in mind. I'll begin with Aljunied GRC. Having to live so near to Aljunied GRC and been to WP's first rally, I have a strong feeling that George Yeo will lose his position as Foreign Affairs Minister. No doubt George Yeo is one of the better ministers in the cabinet, however, the other candidates in the PAP team do seem a little questionable. Personally, I don't have a good impression of Lim Hwee Hua. Despite being the first female minister, seriously what has she done? Her voice in the cabinet does seem muted by all the testosterone talk. On top of that, WP's team is strong. Apart from Low Thia Khiang and Sylvia Lim, there's the really eloquent Pritam Singh. With him in parliament, Tharman will have competition in the speech department. Then there's also Chen Show Mao. If you haven't realized this, there are a lot of Singaporean PRCs living in the Aljunied GRC area. Smart move on Low Thia Khiang.
Marine Parade GRC. Sigh. I lived there for 15 years. I'm really disappointed this time. I like SM Goh. But I hate Tin Pei Ling. And today we hear about her nonsense toward NSP. Seriously the Elections board should take action. Who would want a MP in jail or having a criminal record? She should have stuck to her Kate Spade bag.
Bishan-Toa Payoh GRC. Half of my childhood was spent at TPY. On top of that I went to school there too. And besides that, living in Joo Seng for 15 years made be observe Chiam See Tong's Potong Pasir from afar. He fought for the MRT station there and so many other rights for the residents there. He deserves TPY. Wong Gan Seng did make a grave mistake with the Mas Selamat case. Instead of owning up, he did a Tai-chi. Seriously. Would he even bother to handle TPY residents' feedback seriously? I highly doubt so.
These are my predictions for GE 2011 lah. It's not the definite results. Plus I just thought I join in the GE fun.
I know I should not be writing until May. Oh whatever. The elections triumph that notion.
Got my polling card in the mail today. Well, it's my first time making a mark for the country coming 7th May. After being a citizen of Singapore for 24 years, the government has called on me to make my choice. Woah. Oh well. Everyone knows I'm not exactly a person that conforms to norms. I might or might not vote PAP. The opposition like-wise. It is very important to understand the proposals brought forward. Cannot make rash decisions. But with exams at hand, how to juggle?
I'll be away for awhile until the exams end. So no blogging until next month. I have plenty to update. Even thought of awesome blog topics like American high school to our local secondary school status equivalents, and the usual guys topics. So be back in May!!
I'm still trying to recover from my stint from Saturday night / Sunday morning. I never fail to amaze myself. Haha. Please give me happy news but at the same time be prepared for weight gain. :/ Time to run.
Anyhow, while I was walking from tuition, I thought of an interesting blog topic. Well, you'll just have to wait. I hate work right now. How I wish I am happily married with 3 kids to be busy with. Oh well.
Hating a person isn't a breeze. It is in fact rather tiring. However, what he did to me for now does seem unforgivable. But it is tiring to keep hating. When will I move on to the "indifference"? Seriously, I don't love him anymore. I'm just really tired from hating. I guess I'll just stop hating but I won't forgive or forget. Sounds fair to me. Seriously who cares about him.
Anyhow. I have a confession to make. I have a crush on a certain person. Sometimes I wonder if he feels the same too. Yes, it's a guy. Not bi-sexual just yet. Haha. Surprisingly, when you made that promise to yourself about not really dating, things happen. Ok, I'm not being entirely truthful. I kinda did look around. Or rather I let things happen (none sexually). Today, I have somewhat understood Zulia's plight some few years ago when we were all judging her for those choices. Sorry darling. I guess I didn't understand your feelings until I have experienced them for myself.
Just this afternoon, I had thought of making a rather big move. But I chickened out. Haha. I guess my gut told me it just wasn't the time yet. Oh well. Perhaps he knows? Or perhaps he feels the same too? Damn. I'm so distracted yet again with boys. Nabei. I wonder if my "boy" issues were settled, would I be able to focus? Curious and curious-er.
You say that I'm messing with your head (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) All 'cause I was making out with your friend (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Love hurts, whether it's right or wrong (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I can't stop 'cause I'm having too much fun (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
You're on your knees, beggin' please 'stay with me' But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy
All my life I've been good but now, I'm thinking 'What the hell' All I want is to mess around, and I don't really care about If you love me, if you hate me, you can't save me, baby, baby All my life I've been good but now, whoa 'What the hell'
What, What, What, What the hell
So what if I go out on a million dates (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) You never call or listen to me anyway (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) I'd rather rage than sit around and wait all day (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Don't get me wrong, I just need some time to play (yeah)
You're on your knees, beggin' please 'stay with me' But honestly, I just need to be a little crazy
All my life I've been good but now, I'm thinking 'What the hell' All I want is to mess around, and I don't really care about If you love me, if you hate me, you can't save me, baby, baby All my life I've been good but now, whoa 'What the hell'
La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa La la la la la la la la, whoa, whoa
You say that I'm messing with your head Boy, I like messing in your bed Yeah, I am messing with your head When I'm messing with you in bed
All my life I've been good but now, I'm thinking what the hell (what the hell) All I want is to mess around and I don't really care about (I don't care about) All my life I've been good but now, I'm thinking what the hell All I want is to mess around and I don't really care about. (if you love me) If you love me (no), if you hate me (no) You can't save me, baby, baby (if you love me) All my life I've been good but now, whoa, what the hell
La la, La la la la la la, La la, La la la la la la la
I know it's late and I should be having an REM experience. However, all I can think about now is to pen down these thoughts: Have we replaced "happily ever after" with "happily orgasmic"?
I have to admit, the breakup led me bitter and angry. However, I would not apologize for the effects of it. It would be like saying, "I'm sorry for being woman." After all, men tend to think we women are emotional. I guess it wouldn't be fair to call our counterparts robotic and heartless. My point exactly.
So any how. My insomnia is due to my ex-boyfriend's message on my formspring. By the way, I changed my URL. Partly to evade him and his stalking girlfriend in Canberra. So back to his message. He has threatened to harm (I'm not to sure if it's the right word) my family; considering the fact when we were dating, he actually criticized my mom and my kid sister. I get no one in the Woo clan is perfect. But I dare say I have never once bad-mouth his side of people.
He mentioned I am being childish. Well, I have never once admitted my (break-up) thoughts to be mature. Ha.
Lastly, he went on to insinuate my actions are wrong. Zzz. OMG. I'm just coping. How's that wrong? A breakup is like the death of a relationship. So, I'm just grieving in my own way the death of the relationship. How is that wrong now?
Enough on the crazy ex. Haha. I have come to realize, stories like Sleeping Beauty or Snow White have been replaced by ones with jaded endings like Sex & the City or Gossip Girl. Of course I'm guilty as charged for getting hooked on such shows. I on the other hand, just can't help and wonder, "Are kids getting too jaded these days?"
Even my kid sister's generation does seem to be growing up a little too fast for my liking. At her age, I was still figuring out how mascaras work. Today, Brenda is able to rim her eyes with black liner! A make up technique I only learnt when I was 18.
Sometimes, I question, "Where has all the romance gone to?" I recall those 14/15 year old puppy romances I once had. Phone calls at night that lasted for hours, even the act of holding hands seemed so Shakespearean. Today, I get IM-ed for sex or even worse, a request for cyber sex. (Ok, the latter hasn't really happened.) Where is the romance?? Where is the simple act of writing a love letter in hand-written hard copy? Where is the simple stroll in the park? Or even star-gazing? Or serenades over the window?
Sex has replaced romance. It's sad. How now brown cow?
As I sit in my dad's car waiting for my sister to end her tedious lab work at NTU, I am in thought with his flaws. Seriously. To think, he kept criticizing my family. And never once did I do that. Like wtf is that for. And on top of that, I have a feeling he might die really early though. Considering his pretty interesting diet. Good luck to him and her on that part. I'm just glad I don't have to be involved anymore. I know I haven't been writing much. I guess it's partly due to too much writing from journalism. Then in some way I have lost all topics to write on too! Oh. Some time last week, I visited the academic advisor. Well, it appears that I have to be a student for another semester. Damn. Oh well. At least now I'm not having too much boy troubles. Hooray on that!
I'm a Gleek for sure. I can't stop listening to their songs. Of course I could relate to the "high school" genre. Hello to life in poly and uni. It's not always that smooth-sailing. Well, when you're different from the perceived common, it's harder for the majority to accept. Oh well. That's life. It's harder especially to younger people.
And I'm also wondering how come there's an increased readership from Australia? Hmmm.
Seriously? When this girl says no, it means no. There's no such thing as "Oh. I don't know." that could mean "You might get that chance." Fuck yeah no.
Ok. For me "Maybe." is code for "Have a great time waiting, I'm trying to put you down." If you're that dense or simply stupid enough not to understand or just trying to test my patience, then you have yet to taste my wrath. Like seriously, don't mess with me.
One property agency has seriously pissed me off that way. ERA. Seriously, out of the many phone calls your representatives have made, don't tell me not a single one is clever enough to pick out my annoyance on the calls? Wow! Then that's no wonder the company decides on such a stupid method to create sales! I'm appalled! Apparently being the largest property agency in Singapore, does seem to be a little of an empty vessel. And I'm now madly tempted to just learn property on my own. So when my folks really sell this place, at least the 2% commission is kept within the Woo family. Damn. I love being educated.
I'm bored at my Sociology class. I think it's just me being unable to pay attention to my lecturer since she's only a year older than me. Like seriously. I'm also still kinda bothered by the fact she's teaching me since she's a peer. Sigh. I need to be able to blog better. :/
Singlehood's a little tough. It's almost 6am and I'm feeling really lonely in bed. Yes. I'm feeling that rather fucked up toll. Oh well. Any how, I'm also entitled to fantasies. So right now, I'm madly in love with Cory Monteith. Or Finn Hudson from Glee. I think he's cute. For real cute. And actually I do hope my next guy's like him cute.
Just finished my re-runs of Sex and the City. I blame my lack of discipline and that download of Funshion for my decision to give up writing my journalism piece. Oh well. What's done is done.
I got my review back on my article. Not fantastic. Well, that I know. Ha. Actually I was so confused writing that article. I accept her comments on the piece. I'm not saying that I'm a bad writer. I can write. In fact I have awesome grammar. Grammar that's way better than my Soc 101 lecturer's. And I still can't wrap my finger around the fact she's only 25?!?!!! Shoot me now. I'm rather appalled by my school's choice of teacher staff. For sociology in that matter. First it was Debbie Tan - a frigid bitch that had an ego too big for her. Now there's the young one. I have serious doubts about her credibility. She's in fact asking us to create the questions for her mid-terms, which I'm pulling an all-nighter for. And I had the WTF face as I wrote that.
I guess now, I'm going back to mugging and Rachmaninoff's piano concerto number 2.
As human beings, we are ever changing. Today, I realized that I might not be cut out for this journalism route in life. The day before I was so hoping to get that journalistic job in London. Aren't we ever changing? Or rather just me? It is so ironic when we (or I) selfishly prefer things not to change. I suppose it's because we (or I) just cannot handle change. It is like being the person that farted and you can't smell the scent. I know. Interesting analogy. But isn't that true?
Well. I just thought I should write a little here and there, just to get into the mood of writing. Any how, I have the strangest question ever. How do snails reproduce? Like seriously.
Yes. Yes. The title does seem a little too long. But, that's what I am going to write about. I'm actually just following suit with the rest of the online journals of the world. I guess it's just a norm. So here it goes.
So what's so special about turning 24? Well, I suppose it was just the thought of turning full cycle on my lunar horoscope; being at the age of the rabbit again. I guess to me it's the notion of comfort being in the year of the rabbit. Oh well. That's me.
Actually being a year older doesn't really have much impact on me, as compared to a really drastic event happening to me. Say the breakup? I won't deny that age does mature my thoughts and actions. In the past or before I turned 24, I would have be oblivious to the mess in my room. I'm clearing it soon. Or to the advances of random guys. Or to the sarcastic remarks from idiots. And yes, in the past, I would have snapped instantaneously to those remarks. Today, I'll just let it fly over me like a sudden breeze. Of course, I'm not that cool all the time.
Turning a year older is just like celebrating New Year's Day again. Well, you get 365 days to be that age, and then you celebrate that day you turn older for the next 365 days. How interesting is that. Ok. Maybe not. But think about the excitement that a new age brings. I know for me being 24 will definitely be much more awesome than being 23! And now. I'm going to sleep my 24 year old ass off.
Apparently spreading the birthday celebrations over the week was the fun-est thing I have ever done. For a whole 8 days, my social calendar was packed. The week started on the 19th with a not-so exciting clubbing session at Butter with Gu. Slept throughout Sunday. I believe I had a coma on Sunday. So no activities on that day. Monday was the family dins at Victoria Peak at Orchard Central. I had wanted to dine at Chalk but was conned in believing it was closed on Monday. However, I soon learned from Marilyn that it was opened that day. Sigh. Tuesday was dins with Marilyn. Actually, that silly girl had planned to surprise me at home. However, she was struck with a bad stomach by the crappy milk from school. I got that too on Friday. So, it was a rather interesting dins with my girl. Porridge for the sick girl and loads of weird food bites from the night market at her place. Something familiar from 3 years ago. I likey. :)
Well, at midnight I was kinda counting down, together with Marilyn, who would be the first to wish me. Jiemei got the spot! Followed by many others. I'm really blessed despite the shit I received last year. No wonder Blink 182 was right that no one likes you when you're 23.
I'm off from school on Wednesdays. I had planned dins with the cousins that night since dad was in Indonesia. Dins at Skinny Pizza and later to Butter, with an in between cake session at home.
Hungover from Butter, I decided against going to school. Seriously, I would just be cranky and totally be scolding people. So, I stayed home until dins number 2 with Jack. At about 10am, I was irritatedly woken up by a call from the guardhouse. There was a courier package for me. Elaine had sent me a present from China. And I was just expecting a late card from her! What a surprise. :D No doubt my lover number 1. That silly boy felt obligated to give me a treat when he knew it was my birthday soon. And he handmade me a bear. So cute. Actually, I'm feeling a little bad about dining at Chalk. :S
Friday was dins with Zulia and Jason. Jiemei supposedly was to be around but work took a toll on her. I hope she's getting better.
Saturday was dins with the poly gang. Not much surprise there. We had dins at Dian Xiao Er. But I really liked that evening. I guess it was the round table. No wonder had the knights seated at a round table.
Like seriously. Can't you put your disgusting paws on her breasts or on your junk or simply in your pockets? With Justin and SH, I can be gracious and genuinely wish them well, you? Seriously you should count yourself lucky for being alive. I'm doing so fine on my own all this while. What makes you think that I need your concern at this juncture of my life? So, like fuck off. KTHXBYE.
Well, people can still hate me for 6 more days. That's if you know which song I'm talking about.
Anyhow, my sister got me an early present. Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go! Happy max. Well, then there's the Zelda Fitzgerald book left. And I have yet to finish Lolita. Sigh.
I have decided to add Chanel's Coco Mademoiselle to the present list. In fact, I'd like the parfum bottle instead of the eau de parfum bottle. And from Chanel too, it's another Cashmere lipstick from the Rouge Coco series.
I guess that's about it. Anyhow, Gu knows what to get. Hahaha.
Oh yes. I have yet to write about the "wants" for my birthday. In 10 days, I'll be turning 24. Which means I have been through 2 Chinese zodiac cycles! Woots.
Well, after so much crap from last year, I have come to terms with simplicity. I kinda get that I might not be getting a Chanel this year. Well, that's fine.
Actually now, I'd like to have Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go and Zelda Fitzgerald's Save Me the Waltz.
Just this evening, I had dinner with my dad and Brenda at Chalk. Well, my cousin, Val had actually introduced this place to me for desserts. I'm a sucker for anything sweet, and I have to admit I'm a vacuum when it comes to food. But after that instance at Chalk, my taste buds have changed. Until today, then I have had a proper meal at Chalk. Yums to the max. So with regards to my birthday, is it okay if I have it at Chalk?
Apparently, I can still stay up like those poly days. Design was so so horrible when Hee Kiah was in reign. I remember staying up for 2 or 3 days in a row, just for doing up the presentation boards. Computers were much slower then. Running photoshop and illustrator simultaneously would crash a laptop. Imagine us rendering our 3D models, and running illustrator to design our layouts. We were lucky if the blue screen of death was not to be seen.
It seems, as I'm turning 24 soon, I still have the stamina to work overnight. Not too bad ey. But wait. Later during Journalism, I shall meet my maker. Sigh. 3 cans of Red Bull then. I have decided to head to school early. Write at least 2 pages for today. Sleep at like 11pm. Visit NYP tomorrow to do homework and talk to Garry. No long lunches. -.- Advertising time constrains have taken over the laissez faire lifestyle of design! Opps!
Journalism is due soon. So is my nutrition homework. Well, firstly, I seriously need a topic to write for journalism. The moment I got my assignment, I thought of cabs. You know like how cabs aren't available when you need them. Or how cabs drivers complain to you while in the cab about not getting enough passengers? But right now, I'm starting to feel that it might not be a feasible topic, considering the fact that CNY's going to take quite a bit of my time. I guess maybe for another time.
But right now, I need an easy topic to write. An easy and yet factual topic. Something that is relatively simple to write but at the same time interesting to read. And of course, not forgetting the easiness of getting interviews. I guess I have decided. But I'll keep it mum until submission date.
I'm selling my Heatwave heels, some $10 shoes to clear space. Total I have 4 pairs to clear for now. Email me at zeldawoo (at) gmail (dot) com for pictures and prices. Totally negotiable. I'm a size 39/40 or 7 1/2 - 8 1/2. Like I said, I need the space.
The older I get, the more forgetful I become. I seriously think I'm going to suffer from early on-set Alzheimer's! Forgot to follow up my homework, forgot to include certain details in my online purchase. I need brain food. More Omega 3 then, and prolly less alcohol too! Sigh. I'm giving up my love for my memory. I think it should be worth the sacrifice. :S
My new favorite writer. In the interview, he talks about striking the iron while its hot. So since I'm still young and pretty free, I'll write. You know, who knows what might happen. Back to writing about Josh then.
Sometime 2 years ago, we were graced with the movie, House Bunny. A movie that speaks about how a bunch of mis-fits transformed from looking like weirdos to looking like hot babes. Without such a transformation, these girls were total losers in campus and according to the movie, will some how die virgins.
Just tonight and last night, I kinda felt disgusted by the social norms that we have all agreed on. Women need push-up bras and a huge shit load of make up, then a guy will notice them? I just think it is total nonsense. So if a girl was really plain looking, she would be in really deep shit.
Wait. I think I might have gotten a little too worked up on this thought. Actually, even women act that way. I guess it's just in our primal instinct to be so. Like animals, we tend to look for a potential mate that is the strongest or the one that can bear children. But as we so-called include intelligence into our equation of beauty, things kinda got complicated. Hence my above rant. So in some way I have weirdly asked my question and answered it too!
I thought while on the way to school, I made use of my meagre data plan and blog a little. I guess I should make it a habit to write, after all I am planning that possible move to London. If you haven't known it, well, about 4 years ago, I was offered a position in design journalism with some design magazine. Being only 20 with no real working experience, I kinda let that offer slide. Thinking about it now and attending classes in journalism, it made me realized what an awesome opportunity I had missed! Of course I'm not a time traveller that can turn back time, so all I can do now is move forward with a lesson learnt to grab whatever awesome comes my way. I have decided that by end of this semester, I'll write to that contact. I know I'm 4 years late. But I should just give it a try. Wish me luck then!
I'm supposed to be reading but I'm researching on what to cook for the dinner party I promised Elaine, Jiemei, Zulia and Marilyn. And of course their respective partners are invited. I was just researching on recipes from Pioneer Woman, and I realized I should be looking at Chinese food. So, I'll make dumplings, soup, vegetables, fish etc. Maybe I should just do a 满汉全席. Will totally be fun!
Now here's the entry that I guess most guy will be waiting for. Well, after writing all the negativity, positivity has to come next. So here it goes.
DO be proactive. To me it seems rude if you were to talk to me on a weekly basis. I mean, if you really want to woo me, I like communication to happen pretty regularly. At least, I can get to know you better, and then decide if I would like to be your partner.
DO communicate. Seriously, I can't always be the one that does all the talking. I know that I'm communications student, but that does not give you the excuse for you don't to communicate with me.
DO take the lead. I'm attracted to guys that can make decisions. Even the smallest ones. So if its a place for food, don't ask me. Just decide. "We'll have Indian at Vivo later for dinner" etc.
DO present me with surprises. I LOVE surprises. Of course, not those shocking ones like a marriage proposal or to move in etc. Like seriously, do I look like I'm into those now??
DO buy me gifts! I'm a girl. And I have to agree to stereotypes that I'm one of those girls that go gaga when she receives gifts. Something nice and sweet will do. From a nice book to even Chanel jewelery are welcomed. Hehehe.
DO talk to my girls. Total plus points for that. And even more if they like you too!
DO be nice to my dog. Cody's actually rather easy to be with. If she likes you, it would be easier for you to come over too! Consider that.
DO talk to me with intellect. I know how to handle an intelligent conversation. I'm not just any pretty face.
DO have an open mind. I'm not exactly a typical girl. I write about really controversial stuff and I talk about sex. So, don't be taken aback by my conversation topics.
DO date me. Firstly, if you don't take the first step to date me; all the other 9 points would be useless.
Well, I guess you guys are now better armed on what to do. So may the best man win.
Well, I'm open to the idea of dating. I'm totally not restricting myself to meeting people. However, it does seem like the case that on my part, I don't get sparks. Perhaps a list would be nice on the don'ts.
Obviously. DON'T be a Steven Lim. He is a totally fucked up person. If you're him, it's sayonara to you. And if its Steven Lim himself, ermm, I'll treat you as spam.
DON'T be unprepared. Seriously. Doing a little research does help.
DON'T be inconsistent. Girls like to be reminded that they are being wooed.
DON'T go overboard with flattery. I hate guys that go on about how hot/pretty/chio/gorgeous I look. Hello. If you want eye candy, get employed at a model agency then.
DON'T be shy. Be a man. Seriously, then what's your genitals there for?
DON'T be stingy. Well, I guess I have been overly pampered in this department by my prospects. But still, you get my drift.
DON'T be to cocky. Confidence is awesome. However there is a thin fine line between being confident and being cocky. If you're so full of yourself, you shouldn't be looking into dating a girl then. GO date yourself.
DON'T be a wuss. Just as like point 5. Seriously, if you haven't heard, I'm pretty much a daredevil. Pain isn't an issue for me. So I would expect the same for you too.
DON'T challenge me too much. I admit, I do have somewhat an ego like guys do. So just let me win a debate once a while. Hey, it would be a great thing to see me smile.
DON'T judge me. Like seriously. I won't say that I'm perfect and I would practice what I preach. But what I would do is try. So I expect you to try too.
And that's the don't list. I'll write the dos list soon-ish. After my shower, I guess. Oh! And yes. Please read what my guy friend, Kenneth, has to say about what guys shouldn't do to get the girl.
I bought my Chanel Chance at the airport en route to Bangkok. This afternoon, I just met up with Gu. We tested on Coco Mademoiselle. And now, it's my new favorite scent! I'm so going to spoil myself this 24th birthday with a Coco Mademoiselle Parfum Bottle!
Was at Royal Room with the girls 2 Fridays ago. Yes. Gotten bangs again. And I guess that was prolly the only club shot of me so far. (I'm giving that quizzical brow as I'm writing this)
