Happy Birthday to you.

I hope you're happy. I really do.


"我在幸福的门外　
却一直都进不来"

Remember my last post?

It happened.

Again. And again.

Men over 30 leaving messages on my Friendster.

I shouldn't have started that test in my mind. The results are frighteningly skewed.

I wanna die.

Give me a child! I'm actually a closet paedophile.

I am conducting a test in my mind and the results so far have been disgustingly astonishing.

Every once in a while, like so many of you out there, I receive messages from strangers via Friendster saying something along the lines of "Hi, I'll like to be your friend, etc.. Pls add me to your msn/friendster..." and then I go click on the guy's profile 'cos of course I'm curious as to how this guy looks like right? and then I see his age on his profile and I look at his face in his photo and 99% of the time the guy is close to 30 or above 30 and does look white-collar middle-aged. and every single time I have something close to a seizure because my mind tells me that there's something about me that's attracting guys who are O-L-D.

And of course that gives me a perfectly legitimate reason to ignore these men because they insult me by being so old.

And then I think - Could it be because maybe I'm a 24 year-old who looks *gasp* looks *hyper-ventilates* O-L-D?

What the fuck.

I should change all the photos in my profile to Chicken Little's.

That way, I'll attract guys closer to my age.

Did you catch the interview with MR G on the English news channel last night?

I wasn't even sure if it was him until he started rattling off on the infamous form all over again. I thought what I saw instead was a doe-eyed deer caught with his eyes in the oncoming headlights.

Crash and burn, baby.

Pardon me, I'm not exactly pro-ruling party. Like all others, I believe in free speech, loosening of controls, a healthy mix of parties in our political system, and I'm definitely all against rising costs and all that moolah that's feeding them.

But - This entire Mr G saga is nothing short of a farce.

Sure, you might say, it's just a missing form and most people feel sorry for him that he's having to face the music for a MISSING FORM, nothing else. I would have voted for him if all he did after that was to come out and say, "I was an ass, blur like sotong, I kept the form without knowing what I did, I was an ass, I was an ass (to the power of 10), now if only everyone can move on".

The way I see it, he was a complete fool and no way am I going to place my vote on someone who's an idiot and does not have the guts to admit he was an idiot after being an idiot. I mean, c'mon, his own party did not have any explanation for what he did. Which goes to show the stupidity of it all.

Again, I'm not saying that everyone in the ruling party are genuises. But at least none of them has gotten themselves into trouble because of a MISSING FORM. Really.

Integrity is something that's always contestable. You can't pinpoint someone to the slaughter because he wasn't honest about a piece of document. To use those high and mighty terms in something as dirty as politics is being, well, phony. Unless you were really brought up in an ivory tower that tells you there's only goodness in this world and shuts you from the real evil around you, I can't believe anyone can sincerely cross their hearts and say that politicians are people of high moral integrity. Woe begone to you, if that's the case.

My point out of this almost pointless post is this - If you have to try anything dirty, even attempt it, for whatever reasons, do it so well that nobody catches you in the act. Because I'm looking at someone who's smart and effective to successfully lead an opposition against the mighty fortress, not a martyr about to be hanged a la Guy Fawkes. Which is only a good idea if your aim is to be commemorated in a film 400 years later.


Remember, Remember the Fifth of November
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot
I know of no reason why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot

I started paying more attention to Gilmore Girls reruns on tv because of him.

And slowly, I found out that I did enjoy Rory's quirky way of speech, Lorelai's paranoia and how their sharp retorts at one another (mother against mother, mother against daughter, daughter against mother) intrigued me.

I like how Rory styles her hair - brown, straight and sleek.

I like how both mother and daughter pull off demure frilly tops with such ease, as if it's second skin.

I like the producer's hidden stab at alliteration - there's Lorelai, Luke and recently, Rory's boyfriend, Logan.

I find that I'm beginning to like the sound of the name Lorelai so much that I'm considering a toss-up between Evey and Lorelai for my own daughter's name. It's a tough fight though. Evey is such a cool name for a girl and the image of Natalie Portman with a shaved head is imprinted so strongly on my mind.

Luke still holds the crown for top favourite name for a boy - not because of Luke in Gilmore Girls, but because of THAT other more famous Luke with a light-sabre.

And now. If he knows I enjoy Gilmore Girls as much as him.

I'm blogging because I'm wide awake at 5.10am in the morning.

I woke up earlier at around 4plus am, couldn't get back to sleep after and decided I needed to brush my teeth, wash my face, prep my skin and cut my nails (both fingers and toes), in that order. I don't know of anyone who does all that at 4 in the morning other than me.

That must have been my punishment for falling asleep at 10pm earlier (an insanely early time for me).

Already, I'm thinking of excuses for not turning up at work in a few hours. Yawn.

My tummy's giving me a hard time now because I had a super big dinner at Fish n Co despite not having a bite to eat the whole day. This was what I had - 1 Fish n Chips (shared), 1 Seafood Platter for 2 (shared) and 1 big glass of Passion Fruit drink (all to myself), on top of glasses of iced water. I felt like dying at the end of the meal.

That was our indulgence. Both of us have had nothing to eat the whole day and all we did was curl up in bed falling in and out of sleep, getting into each other's way in the process. We agreed that we were both torturing our bodies - sleeping at insane hours (6am in the morning), not getting adequate sleep, skipping meals, and eating a huge meal at one go.

I understand now how some people choose to get off from work and just sleep the whole day and why it's such a great fat luxury. Except it was Sunday and there was no work.