MaRvELgAL. Drunk When Sober.

Woke up this morning and watched an episode of Dawson’s Creek. I then turned on my music and organized it to play songs by Train, The Script, Collective Soul, The Killers, Maroon 5, Muse, Jason Mraz, Dashboard Confessional, Radiohead, U2, Queen, New Radicals and All-American Rejects. Cleaned the room, did some laundry, washed the toilet, swept the floor, had lunch with GNM, went grocery shopping, changed my bedsheet and now I’m in front of the computer.

Last night I made up my mind to buy a new phone. Thanks to GNM, now I have been convinced otherwise. Sigh.

Maybe afterwards I’d go for a swim. Weather is hot.

It has been a good day so far. 

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.

I had a really frightening dream this morning, that I woke up shaking in fear.

I had stolen some few hundred dollars from Morpheus of Matrix, after he fainted. (I watched CSI last night, hence, Morpheus appeared in my dream, somehow).

So I ran out of his house and I realized was at my old Pekeliling Flat. I saw a lot of people, standing around in fear. People were just making sense of the scenario.

There was blood everywhere, on the floor, on the walls and dismembered body parts lying around. I remember a kid playing with a body part, I think it was the skin, and the parent just stood there with her mouth opened.

I was horrified by the sight.

Far away I saw a group of 10 men running towards us with hatchets and parangs, and they were screaming for blood. I somehow knew they were not after me. As they were approaching nearer and nearer towards me, I turned around, hoping they would run past me and chase whomever they were after. I blended into a crowd of children and I squat down.

But as they got closer, their screams stopped and then… I felt a tap on my left shoulder. One of them guys held out a black plastic bin bag and I instinctively took out that few hundred dollars and dropped it in the bag. It has to be a robbery, I was thinking. Take whatever you want from me, please don’t hurt me.

I then heard a loud manly scream and had a huge sensation I was going to be slaughtered soon.

Then I woke up with a jolt. I was trying to figure out where was I. Being also, in a flat, was not exactly a great relief.

Haven’t felt this afraid since such a long long time.

Fear. Such a provocative emotion. 

Hi folks. Whoah! Feels like such a long time since I was here huh? Actually I really wanted to blog about my Phuket and Beijing trip but I’m just too lazy. You should know me by now. Editing pictures for blog is such a chore.

OK I won’t blog the whole damn trips at once, so when I’m in the mood, I’ll give some snippets.

You know when I have absolutely nothing to do online anymore, I always come back here to read my archives. Sometimes what I read surprises me because I’d be like "oh yeah, this happened before". That’s the great thing about having a blog site I guess. And I also realized how good of a writing skills I have and how fucking funny I am. Maybe I should write for a living. Ah, there goes my insanity again.

I have been thinking a lot about what would be my next job if I ever get out of this one.

I was quite determined to become a tour guide after I left Beijing (cos I had a huge crush on my Beijing tour guide, Xiao Yuan). Then again the thought of waking up earlier than normal human beings is not acceptable.

I was quite determined to study again. But if I do it, I would study just because I don’t want to work, so it’s for the wrong reason.

I was quite determined to work at a record store or own a pub with live band. Hmm.

But this I know for sure.

I’m at the crossroads where I’m not sure if this is worth it anymore. 

I will be in Beijing for a week.

Until then!

P/S: Ya ya I haven’t blogged about my Phuket trip. Be patient.

I am back to Singapore after a very marvelous 4 days of sand and sea in Phuket, 2 days of work in KL and 3 days of just being at home.

When I came back into this warzone of a rented space, I placed my luggage down and immediately turned on my laptop, to check news on Pet Society, read up other people’s blog using my Google Reader, filed my income tax, wished Azie happy birthday via Facebook, update my twitter and chatting with Fay to see if she’s still going to Bangkok this week following the news on state of emergency at that city.

Wow, I suddenly realized it’s amazing to be doing so many things at once online. No wonder it is easy to find rude people nowadays huh? People just lost the human touch. Everything’s “eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” now.

One thing that “e” can’t do is to cook maggi mee for me. Cos I’m hungry. There are unfold clothes on the bed left by da boyfriend. Should I fold them? Or push them aside till god knows when? I know. I’ll just chuck them into da boyfriend’s cupboard to ‘surprise’ him when he gets back. To pacify him for this, I bought him a set of perfume at the duty free shop at the airport earlier, so he cannot give me the stare of “you-are-so-fucking-lazy”. Nyek nyek.

I love traveling. I don’t know why people hate the airport. I love the airport. I love the crowd, people buzzing around, going places with their luggage in tow, sitting at cafes with laptops opened pretending to be busy but all I see is Facebook on their screens. I love waiting for the flights, waiting and just do NOTHING but observe other people. I love the travelators, I love the aircond, I love the smell of the airport. Do you know every airport has a different smell? Yep, I’m crazy like that. I still hate kiasu people rushing to board and get out of flights though.

I really had a good break this Easter. Really good break.

I will tell you all about it in my coming posts. At the meantime, I am loving my tan honey!

(I can still smell the sea. Lovesit.)

I turned down the job offer. Instead, I’m packing my bags and going to Phuket with 2 of my girlfriends for a beach cum lesbian holiday. I hope we’ll have sunny weathers, awesome beach and sand and swim and tan.

Enjoy your weekend! I will definitely enjoy mine!