i think..
i am PMS-ing.

I was reading my old blog and came across this entry i posted up 5 years back, thought that I'd share it again here.

This is a tribute to the nice guys.
The nice guys that finish last, that never become more than friends, that endure hours of whining and bitching about what assholes guys are, while disproving the very point. This is dedicated to those guys who always provide a shoulder to lean on but restrain themselves to tentative hugs, those guys who hold open doors and give reassuring pats on the back and sit patiently outside the changing room at department stores. This is in honour of the guys that obligingly reiterate how cute/beautiful/smart/funny/sexy their female friends are at the appropriate moment, because they know most girls need that litany of support. This is in honour of the guys with open minds, with laid-back attitudes, with honest concern. This is in honour of the guys who respect a girls every facet, from her privacy to her theology to her clothing style.

This is for the guys who escort their drunk, bewildered female friends back from parties and never take advantage once theyre at her door, for the guys who accompany girls to bars as buffers against the rest of the creepy male population, for the guys who know a girl is fishing for compliments but give them out anyway, for the guys who always play by the rules in a game where the rules favor cheaters, for the guys who are accredited as boyfriend material but somehow dont end up being boyfriends, for all the nice guys who are overlooked, underestimated, and unappreciated, for all the nice guys who are manipulated, misled, and unjustly abandoned, this is for you.

This is for that time she left 40 urgent messages on your cell phone, and when you called her back, she spent three hours painstakingly dissecting two sentences her boyfriend said to her over dinner. And even though you thought her boyfriend was a chump and a jerk, you assured her that it was all ok and she shouldnt worry about it. This is for that time she interrupted the best killing spree you'd ever orchestrated in GTA3 to rant about a rumor that romantically linked her and the guy she thinks is the most repulsive person in the world. And even though you thought it was immature and you had nothing against the guy, you paused the game for two hours and helped her concoct a counter-rumor to spread around the floor. This is also for that time she didnt have a date, so after numerous vows that there was nothing serious between the two of you, she dragged you to a party where you knew nobody, the beer was awful, and she flirted shamelessly with you, justifying each fit of reckless teasing by announcing to everyone: oh, but were just friends! And even though you were invited purely as a symbolic warm body for her ego, you went anyways. Because you're nice like that.

The nice guys dont often get credit where credit is due. And perhaps more disturbing, the nice guys dont seem to get laid as often as they should. And I wish I could logically explain this trend, but I cant. From what I have observed on campus and what I have learned from talking to friends at other schools and in the workplace, the only conclusion I can form is that many girls are just illogical, manipulative bitches. Many of them claim they just want to date a nice guy, but when presented with such a specimen, they say irrational, confusing things such as oh, hes too nice to date or he would be a good boyfriend but hes not for me or he already puts up with so much from me, I couldnt possibly ask him out! or the most frustrating of all: no, it would ruin our friendship. Yet, they continue to lament the lack of datable men in the world, and they expect their too-nice-to-date male friends to sympathize and apologize for the men that are jerks. Sorry, guys, girls like that are beyond my ability to fathom. I cant figure out why the connection breaks down between what they say (I want a nice guy!) and what they do (Im going to sleep with this complete ass now!). But one thing I can do, is say that the nice-guy-finishes-last phenomenon doesnt last forever. There are definitely many girls who grow out of that train of thought and realize they should be dating the nice guys, not taking them for granted. The tricky part is finding those girls, and even trickier, finding the ones that are single.

So, until those girls are found, I propose a toast to all the nice guys. You know who you are, and I know youre sick of hearing yourself described as ubiquitously nice. But the truth of the matter is, the world needs your patience in the department store, your holding open of doors, your party escorting services, your propensity to be a sucker for a pretty smile. For all the crazy, inane, absurd things you tolerate, for all the situations where you are the faceless, nameless hero, my accolades, my acknowledgement, and my gratitude go out to you. You do have credibility in this society, and your well deserved vindication is coming.

hello world.







it's nice..
a lazy sunday i mean.

i hardly have this anymore..
it's a rainy relaxed sunday in singapore..
i can't recall when's the last time.

this sunday i feel like doing nothing.
nothing at all. but at the same time i feel like doing things i enjoy.
i feel at peace..
i feel like driving to somewhere while listening to oldies.
i feel like writing.
i feel like window shopping by myself.
i feel like browsing through bookstores.
i feel.. happy. contented.
i feel like slowing down my footsteps to drink in the scenery.
i feel like slowing down to smell the flowers.
(:






i realised i think too much.
that is the problem with me.
i don't mean overactive imagination,
i mean i think too far ahead.
i am a realist. but i yearn to be an idealist.
when i make a decision i think of all the possible complications.
the problems that might/might not happen bother me too much..
so each step i take is so deliberated that i writhe in agony.

sometimes (all the time) i feel like letting my hair down,
letting my hair loose, letting my guard down.
but i just can't.
it is my dysfunctional personality.
oh how i wish i can let myself go with the flow.


i am person without faith,
but i have come to believe that there is a universal god.
that everything happens for a reason.
i have learnt to be thankful.
i have yet to be able to be a perpetually calm and contented person,
but i believe one day i will get there.


hhahaha sorry for going on and on here once again.

by the way thank you for all your advice in my prev entry.
i read them.
really appreciate the diff points of view..




i shall end off with this photo.

lovess (:



more pic coming soon kay!


have a nice sunday (:

hello one and all!





gw is currently in manchester..
i travelled up here to shop! (:
happiness.



mom surprised me with an iphone 3GS for my xmas present..
happiness.



bose sound system just sounds soooo good!
it's just different..
happiness.





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QUESTION:
OK would my readers pls help me figure this out..
this guy.. he treats me very well.
claims that he loves me and would do anything for me.
claims that he dotes on me and adores me.
but when it comes to money.. you can feel that he is calculative.

ok those who know me knows i'm very easy with my money.
i'm not calculative, i love giving others treats,
i don't mind splurging and am generally generous..
and i don't take advantage of others, so it's not like i ask for stuff..

plus..
whenever i report for work/come back from flight..
he doesn't pick me up and send me off like i secretly want him to.
(how do you expect a girl to ASK?)
(and if i have to ASK then it is meaningless)
so what if he lives far away?
you mean i'm not worth the trips?
and it's not like he is busy cuz he isn't!


maybe all the other guys have been spoiling me.
maybe i should just be contented but i just can't get over these things.
i hate it when people play scrooge with me.
(and the thing is he isn't super calculative but sometimes you can feel it. so there's no reason for me to tell him outright)

i want 101%.

i don't like to play mind games.
i am someone who you can take my word for at face value.
but believe me,
as much as i want to tell him how i like things to be done,
i can't.
and like i said, if i have to open my mouth.. it's meaningless.


so is this guy for me?







alrighty,
thanks for listening to me.
there's this nagging voice in my head abt this.
i just have to unleash it.







enjoy your day folks.

heyyyyyy world..





yesterday when i was doing my nails at my manicure place,
(now i have pretty nails with the prettiest glitter!)
i made friends with this girl (who was doing the same glitter gel as me).

okay she's much older (1981) and i think a successful career woman..
but we totally totally clicked.
we were chatting about random things and laughing nonstop.
some of our topics: ipl, nails, work, botox, travel, europe, bags...
absolutely everything under the sun.

we exchanged numbers and facebook and would probably set a nail date (:
it was nice.

and i was inspired by her.
some of the things she said..
totally gave me the much needed push.
i'm a horrible procrastinator.
i need to overcome the inertia.





POSITIVE OK GW!
NO MORE NO MORE THINKING TOO MUCH.









doing bombay laterrrr...
i'm half-dreading and half-excited abt the flight.
looking at the crew list, i guess my streak of working biz class both ways is over..
okkkkkkk gimme a good one.
chop chop currypok!



looooove, have a nice weekend world ((: