do the write thing.

I'm in between commercials on Singapore Idol now. Haha, it is actually quite heartening to see these youngsters with talent sing power ballads and cheesy pop songs. How easy to pass flippant judgements, how not-so-easy to perform on a stage with a discerning audience jumping at every chance of mockery.

But its true lah, the show is kinda gimmicky. haha.

-on another note-

Today's sat and it went pretty well. I attended a baby shower - my first one ever. Hadn't seen Faz in like 3 months its scary! Super nice meeting her and going there with the 3 GROs.. And it was kinda funny that I didn't feel weird about making sweet noises at the baby. Babies are almost the most awkward type of human beings to be around, big shots and super good looking people aside. This baby was kind of different though. She's strangely cute and is always half asleep & yawning. No pressure there. Anyhow, Faz is even trendier as a mum; she's got a bob with bangs, stick on lashes, and an iphone with facebook. I miss her.

I have a numbing sort of stomachache after the italian buffet lunch at Basilico's with family. One too many gelatos, tiramisus and slices or should I say chunks of cheese. Blah, that's really what I hate about buffets. Long drawn buffets for that matter. They make you lose your sense of satiety (and time). Its always when I stand up to leave do I realize how blooooody ba the meal has made me, by which time the only feeling left is that of guilt and regret. Anyhow, it was a good meal, and nice company. My cousins are pretty cool people.

Ok, its church tomorrow and my last day of the weekend. Must savour every minuteeee

Yay! I left work on time today. Always get this thrill from leaving work on time. Although the scope of work is the same monotonous bureaucratic crap, the company at work is definitely better than before. Least I dont have a boss that nitpicks at lipgloss, exclamation marks, nail colour and stray strands of hair. I have my own autonomy and people aren't questioning me anymore. Only tradeoff is that everything under the sun becomes not only my business but my duty.

Today I realize that if there's one thing you can never take out of human nature, it would be the tendency for comparison. People need to establish a benchmark of some sort; how do you define anything without something else to weigh it against? I met an interesting portugese couple who 'wanted to talk about rates'. how surprising - speaking of which we should just schedule a mass conference each week for all the dissatisfied customers to rally support from one another and go on some kind of strike to put our business in jeopardy so that management will budge their stiff asses on the rates!

That aside, this couple had definite style.. The mister was a 40-ish year old, smoldering dark haired george clooney sort with the mafia type ring and semi-unbuttoned shirt. The missus - one of those over botoxed blonde bombshells unafraid to flaunt her still-triumphant assets, now freckled but nonetheless glowing in an attractive, orange tan. She also carried a berkin in the matching shade. haha. I sit them down politely in the conference room while I listen to her gripes on how the chandelier and lamps are so dated, the wardrobe isnt positioned intelligently etc... it all boils down to the company's budget. $12,300, no more. We came to a good compromise where her husband reminds me about 10 times to put it in writing to his email. I couldn't help but notice missus' large, gold chain necklace with a chanel logo-ed pendant hanging obscenely at her chest, screaming.

The tinted limo pulled over at the driveway.  As I meekly bade them goodbye I wondered how they got so rich. Did they start from the bottom of the pyramid of status and wealth, or were they born into their charmed lives having simply to.. cruise along? This really reminds me of the cliche parallel my italian sociology teacher drew to life, that life is as all say, a race, only that some start off behind others, and some start off not only behind but with balls of stone chained round their ankles. Hence it takes some to sprint to come in first and others, simply to stroll. 

As I walked back to the office this strange feeling of sadness and envy overcame me; I felt sad not so much for myself but for people in general. The unfairness of the world is sometimes really incomprehensible. Being in the hospitality industry truly builds one's character, it demands an acquired level of patience, humility, empathy and hard work (none of which I sufficiently possess). These unreasonable, snooty, dismissive self centred wealthy people sometimes think they deserve to treat those serving them with disrespect. Ok, evidently I have some suppressed angst here. haha.

Beats me why I'm so melancholic lately.

Very ill-fitting leather jacket. SNIP!!!

Mercilessly taking apart my old sony ericsson phone. It no longer works anyway. The resale value, when it did, was SGD20. hah.

 

Inerts - useless crap?

 

Je déteste le francais.
Il est très difficile. 

Contrary to popular opinion (my mother), I don't have a flair for languages. I mean, it's nice to sprout some french and act élégante, but when it comes down to the technicalities of gender specific nouns (which is EVERYTHING in french), possessive adjectives, indefinite articles and the like, the language is torn down from an exquisite art to a burdensome discipline.

Damn I regret taking french. Got to push on for a few more days till the final's over on Monday!

Took the liberty of wearing my new spectacles for class today. My professor couldnt recognise me, haha. What you wear really dictates the mood for the day. No laughing and goofy smiling with specs on. If not for those baby pink stockings I swear I could have passed off as a full fledged dork. Thats one thing I'm going to miss about being here.. All the dressing up without a care in the world. Sigh. I still want a lookbook.

Hmm let me recollect the great things I've bought while here:

1. Diamante cross pendant necklace! Had one longgg ago and lost it. So classic.
2. Tree pendant necklace, just like the one on the blog header.
3. White and baby pink stockings! Ya la very ballet-ish.
4. Blazers - hee hee.
5. SKINNY JEANS - way too many. Love them all. Yet to find a salmon coloured one.
6. Swirly stone ring from San Diego. Quite special indeed.
7. Headbands? Cheap and nice!
8. Hardcore boots. very man.
9. Light gold silk top from LA. Never worn it before, but its really swanky.

Can't think of a 10th item. Guess that'll be on the shopping list. heh!
 

I really enjoyed that show on a lazy sat afternoon in between naps and snacking. x.x 3 brothers caught in tight situations with a sick mother to care for battle financial and moral conflicts. Its just a really simple, sad show. Things always start off great, people get complacent, then tragedy strikes and everyone is caught off guard. How sucky is it to live without money? Does it take only experience to tell you? Maybe you can never have it all - bankruptcy can come in a different currency.


Suddenly life seems full of uncertainty. The economy has taken its toll, it isnt the most opportune of times to graduate and start a career. I can't even see myself one year from now. Yesterday was my dad's birthday and we spoke on skype as a family (my mum in the background dangling the maltese like MJ). We are a perverse, special family. I love them so much. Can't wait for the threesome dinners like before. :D

Jamie's bbq party was really nice. Ribs tasted great and there was gasp, bee hoon made by j!! zomg. and for the first time, i drank regular coke. O.o Still prefer the artificial, ever condemned diet version though. Brought the local dvds along and everyone enjoyed I not Stupid 1 and 2 so much. The tears proved it. There were 2 non Singaporeans but they seemed to appreciate our local humour too. Least the $70 shipping fee was worth while? x.x
 

Chinese 113 exam awaits me tomorrow. I really pray I remember all the pinyin. There's gaming on tues and french on wed. Blegh.