MaRvELgAL. Drunk When Sober.

If a man treats a woman right and with respect, do whatever she wants without waiting for her to ask him to and the only mission in his life is to make her happy without even hoping to get something back out of it, she will do anything for him.

Anything.

Easily.

And the normal man really does not realize this.

I think men nowadays really don’t know how to behave in front of a woman anymore. I know there this thing about equality, but it doesn’t mean you stop being a gentleman. Equality just means both sexes get equal job opportunities and equal pay and we get rights to vote and our opinions heard. And when we want to be treated like a real woman should be treated, it doesn’t mean we want to be submissive either.

I don’t know about you, but I’m a sucker for being treated like a woman should be treated. I get very attracted to guys who open doors for me to get through first. Or a guy pulling a chair for me to sit first during dinner. Have the courtesy to inform her that he’s leaving the table for smoke/toilet, not just get up and go and leaving her guessing where he’s going. Waiting for her to get home first, staying with her until she does.

Having these polite gestures doesn’t make you a weaker person, and it doesn’t mean you have to change your entire personality.

It’s just the way you would behave in front of a woman.

And when you are such a gentleman, you really don’t know how much power you would have over her.

Cos guys nowadays are just full of crap and bullshit.

You won’t believe this but I swear to you, this was what happened.

We celebrated MsGreen’s birthday at Dome Cafe, Marina Square. At the end of the dinner, it was time to bring out the surprise birthday cake.

So the waiter, took out the cake and gave it back to us, with the plastic bag, the candles in a separate sheet of paper and knife, and the cake is still in the box.

The audacity!

Dome staff are really stupid. Never use their brain.

I celebrated birthdays before at so many diners and restaurants all my life and this has never ever happened before. Come to think of it, I wasn’t really angry. It was quite funny. Cos it was so stupid.

Then, MrGuardsman paid using his credit card, and the staff there pumped in an additional digit, charged it to his card at about a thousand plus dollars.

But of course, I will never ever celebrate any more birthdays at Dome. This was my first and last.

Such idiots.

Plus the burger was not nice at all.

dome cafe marina square birthday

I’m right in front of the TV now, watching this award show which was held at Genting last year. I don’t follow those TVB dramas at all, I just get updates from my mom. Her favourite actor is Moses Chan and so is mine hahahaha cos he looks really MAN.

What I don’t understand is, why do you need 4 hosts? I think 2 is just about enough. And I strongly feel that those 3 Malaysian hosts, Chui Ling, Lynn Lim and Vivian Tok were so unprofessional, their speech their conversation, really ’skanky’ and so ‘aunty’ and so childish. Don’t they have like lessons about professionalism and how you should behave on the stage? Cmon, asking stars to give them a kiss? That’s REALLY cheap. Gosh I feel so embarassed for them. I know you are star strucked, but you can do that off stage. This is a star studded event everybody in the world is going watch, those who are interested in TVB dramas anyway.

The only thing that was really interesting was the dance group, the 5 boys. Man they were good! Synchronized, followed the beat, it was WOW wow WOW! And the 5 singers, singing TVB drama soundtracks from the Astro Talent Quest 2008 were also very impressive.

Seriously, I am so ashamed of the 3 girl hosts. They did a really bad job. Shame shame shame!

astro wah lai toi tvb award 2008 genting

Just when I had this uber urge to blog a few days ago, Blogsome server died for a while. I couldn’t access my blog and the admin page. I got so nervous man. On one hand I thought, fuck!, I’m losing all my history and personality, my identity is gone!! On the other hand I thought, well, this may be a sign to get a new space and a new blog design.

So I lost all my train of thoughts.

I think I really want a new blog design cos I’m pretty bored with this one. I’ll pick a dark, sombre mood this time. Not this nice, pinky, sunshine mood.

These few days have been hard for me. I think I had a pretty rough year so far, and so far, it’s only February. That kinda sucks. Been coughing for 2 weeks, but slowly getting better. Things at work are… really bad. I won’t tell much here. But honest to God, nothing can be worst than what I’m facing right now. Think of the worst times you ever had in your working life, and multiply that by 83084237. Sometimes I wonder if it’s even worth hanging on. Maybe I should just give up and go away. What’s the point? I really don’t know. I’m unable to concentrate on anything else. I don’t even know who to trust anymore. For instance, other offices requested me for a simple information. In any other normal days before this, I’d obliged. I wouldn’t think twice . But these days, I have to ask first. It doesn’t really matter if I sound stupid.

The only thing that is keeping me sane right now is my Cibet. Cibet is my Pet Society pet. I wake up, I think about her. I login to Facebook just to play with her. I know it sounds really weird, but it’s true. Small little things like getting 500 coins, then gambling it away and getting really good unique items in Mystery Boxes and even having dirty and unhappy pets at the Cafe, makes me so happy. I am just drowned into the world of Pet Society.

When newspapers and TVs were announcing that times are bad, the economy is bad, this is going to be terrible crisis worse than 97, bla bla bla… I was like ya ya, it’s the end of the world, who cares? Boy was I naive. It didn’t strike me as to how bad the situation was, until a few friends of mine got retrenched, offices are closing down and the scariest part was, even my company was not spared and has fired a few. That hit me, like a huge fucking brick on my face. So it does affect me after all. So I’m not that invincible after all. So life really sucks after all, because of a few greedy asswipes.

That means, I have to be careful of spending, because you just won’t know what will happen. Seriously. One day you are happy you have a job, the next day your company will take it away just like that. I’m not afraid of being retrenched actually. I’m just afraid of being controlled how I live my life because of money, or the lack of it afterwards.

But what difference does it make anyway? Even now, I am already controlling my lifestyle because I know I need to be careful of spending. Just grocery shopping the other day, I’ve become somewhat like an ‘aunty’. I have started to compare prices, find the cheapest but still fulfill its duty. Like handwash soap for example, I’d usually go for the good looking brands with nice colourful bottled ones because that is just how I shop. An impulsive shopper, he said. That day, I went for a house brand, the cheapest. Gawd awful looking bottle and probably smell like apple even when it states it’s lemon. Between this and the branded one, the price difference was only less than a dollar. Still I went for the house brand because it was cheaper.

That said, I think my family doesn’t realize that the economic crisis is really bad. Because I came home today and I saw a brand new flat screen HDTV in our living room, my dad has a brand new phone, my brother has a brand new phone and my mum is planning for a holiday in either Bangkok or Hong Kong next month. Either that or they are filthy rich and pretending to be poor in front of me.

It is Lent season now. This I only know when it was announced on the radio. I told everyone "it’s Lent season now". They asked me, what is Lent? I said it’s when us Catholics would sacrifice doing our favourite things or eating our favourite food or basically just be sad all the way till Easter. I think it’s not very hard to do based on current circumstances. I’d have definitely booked a place in heaven.

I just watched Slumdog Millionaire yesterday. No wonder this movie is such a huge buzz right now. I fully agree it deserves the Oscar for Best Movie. It’s even better than that overhyped American Beauty. Just in case you are still wondering, it’s not a Bollywood movie. In fact, it has educated me a lot about the slums in India. Overall, it is actually a sad movie. But it will be a movie you will never ever forget after watching it. I’m not sure though, if the movie truly depicts the real situation in Mumbai and the slums, if it was exaggerated or made up. I should google more about it.

I’ve been coughing for nearly 5 days already. Got this throat inflammation. Not the usual one, this one was really terrible. I can feel my throat swelling and my fever lasted quite a bit. I lost my voice and now I’ve got running nose. Swallowing also hurts and when the cough gets bad, I could be vomiting nothing but air.

So I’ve been eating porridges the whole week and tasteless soupish noodles. Everything’s tasteless.

Last Wednesday was bad. I was having high fever and in bed the whole day. Not talking, not picking up phone calls, just sleep and sleep and sleep. And missing mummy dearest badly.

I was so happy last Thursday when MsGreen, MrGuardsman and MrJetLi came to visit while I was working from home. I was just about to cook instant noodles when I heard the doorbell rang. They brought me porridge, a herbal jelly and a herbal drink. I was so touched. We had lunch together and off they went back to the office. I think it’s the first time I’ve ever got friends coming over to visit when I was sick. I thought it only happens in TV shows. Luckily I was wearing my bra when they came over. I made a conscious effort to finish watever they’ve brought for me.

It was good to be sick, I really appreciate their kind gesture and I learnt something new about them. They are keepers. Good stuff.

It’s Valentine’s Day today, Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear readers of 2 peehpul. I spent the morning doing some laundry for a while and we went to Paragon’s Din Tai Fung at Orchard Road to have our brunch at 4pm. Yes, 4pm. Then we walked to Shaw in hopes to catch a movie but the queue was so fucking long. Usually nobody watches movie at Shaw because the cinema’s quite old. But this time, the queue was so fucking long. Forget it, we never like Q-ing and it’s a job for Singaporeans only, so we walked aimlessly for a while until I suddenly had the urge to eat cake. And I remembered MsGreen bought this really really really delicious, best tasting cake I have ever eaten in my entire life for MsJazz’s birthday last year so I had to go get it for dinner. Walked to Takashimaya, St. Leaven at the market place downstairs but there was no strawberry cake. Sad smiley face here. You see, I’m not a cake person. But St. Leaven’s strawberry cake is so awesome, you can turn a gay person straight or vice versa after eating just one bite. I could finish an entire 1kg cake all by myself. It’s that fucking good. So it was sold out, and I went home heartbroken cos I couldn’t have my cake.

Going to Orchard on Valentine’s Day was of course the worst idea, but we only went there because of xiao long bao. Orchard was full of people. I don’t know why. All day everyday the place is fucking full of people. One auntie hit my ankles with her plastic bags so I gave her a stare. Her ’sorry sorry’ didn’t came across as sincere so if the world was to end tomorrow, I’d kill all aunties holding plastic bags first. Some idiots were selling roses for $5 a stalk. Who bloody buys a stalk of rose for $5 in this shiteous economy? Apparently, more dumbasses would. Some were also selling at $10. Heard from my mum, back in KL, 5 stalks of roses are sold at RM100. I tried to convince my boyfriend to buy a stalk for me but he refused to be a dumbass for the day. Shucks.

Now I came back and went straight online to catch up with my pet, Cibet, in Facebook’s Pet Society. Damn MsGreen for making me addicted to Pet Society! Arrrrrrrr! I find myself constantly logging in just to clean it, play ball with it, go shopping and race at the stadium. I’m getting quite good at racing hehehe. I’m so proud of my Cibet. But guess what? Pet Society’s under maintenance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sacrilegious!!!!! Damn I was so heart broken (again!). I miss my Cibet. Arrrrrr!!!!

My bloody running nose is annoying me. MsGreen says this should be the last stage of my throat inflammation. Once my running nose disappear, I’d be better. I’m going to take my bath now and force my boyfriend to watch Desperate Housewives from Season 4 because he promised me earlier he would watch with me. He didn’t get me any Valentine’s Day gift for 3 years in a row already. Enough is enough. Now it’s pay back time. I know how he hates Desperate Housewives eventhough he has never watched the series before. Just because there are some old looking women in a series doesn’t mean it’s not nice to watch. I’ve cried so hard watching a few episodes, and I think the stories are really touching. It’s even better than Prison Break, Lost and Heroes combined.

Happy Valentine’s Day again and hope you had a good one. Hope you spent loads of money because the economy needs it. 

For me, everyday is a valentine’s day =)

I’m not that difficult to read. I’m a very straightforward no-nonsense person. If I don’t like you, I won’t talk to you. I won’t even try to make conversations with you. Because I think you’re not worth my time.

There are many reasons why I don’t like people. If I think they’re rude, they’re full of it, they’re hypocrites to the worst kind, or perhaps I just don’t like his/her face - I don’t like you. I won’t even try to like you, unless you really exceeded my expectations. Bear in mind, my expectations for a normal human being who is the same level as me, is very high. I know that didn’t make sense to you but nobody cares. 

Really, I don’t need too many contacts. Call me obnoxious, call me arrogant, really, nobody cares. If I’ve got you in my books, I’d give you my time, my loyalty, my absolute attention - that’s how fiercely lovable I can be. 

I know I’ve mentioned this quite a couple of times. Cos I’m thinking about this one person, who is a coward bastard, for sure fucks prostitutes behind his girlfriend’s back, mouth full of insults and posseses an infected kukujiao. I’m being kind today because I did not reveal his name. Time will tell if he messes with me again, I will not give face.

So if I’m not talking to you, you better watch your mouth. Cos when I blow, I won’t give a damn if you ham kah chan on that day, I’d still curse that you sang jai mou si fatt.