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23 – quit playing games

April 18, 2010

So here I am again. Contemplating letting the other foot out of the door, but the heart demands otherwise. The situation becomes a tad bit hilarious when I realise that you have no say whatsoever in this matter and all that is going on is just a little film inside my head where you play a leading role. A role where you say nothing, express nothing and just do nothing. You’ve become an idol that I pray to, hoping that one day I get some sort of response from a stoned structure. It’s just that God actually responds sometimes, you don’t.

I wish I had the guts to confront you, just like those old days, but opinions of the people around me are all the same. That it’ll be of no use. How much I want to just be my stubborn own self and refuse to listen to them and just go ahead and do what I want to anyway is something you will never understand.

You’ve become an imaginary friend. No wonder Jenny left, because you took over. Now Jenny’s not returning and you seem disinterested to get out of my head/heart. I feel like I have a World War going on in my head sometimes, with me trying to shoo you away but more importantly, me trying to shoo away the one thing that is stopping me from shooing you away. Confusing, I know.

It just hit me that it’s been more than a year. I still feel the same way for you, because I have a bad habit of forgiving but not forgetting. I should learn to let go, they say, but maybe I don’t want to let go. I don’t want to let go of memories of all the good times we spent together. They felt like a little girl’s dream of her prince charming sweeping her off her feet in the most subtle ways possible.

You made me feel that. If all else fails, at least feel good about yourself for making a girl feel that way, k?

*tries to smile*

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22 – strangers in the night

March 1, 2010

Have you ever encountered an OMG moment where when some random person says something to some other random person and you just KNOW that you were supposed to hear it, that it was MEANT for you? Lol, because I just did.

Walking back to the office after lunch, I overheard a gentleman speaking to someone over the phone and his exact words were “don’t wait for things to happen”.

I’ve been waiting for my mentor to get back to me regarding a slight challenge I’m facing with work. While waiting I was trying to find a solution on my own but I kept telling myself to “wait and see”. Somehow what Mr Stranger said felt like a message from God to stop waiting and start moving. Things don’t just fall into our hands these days, we need to work hard for it. Depend on yourself, and stop allowing yourself to be distracted by others.

So, yeah. *smiles*

In other news, I forgive you. I’m still annoyed, but I forgive you. For you seem to lack a mature enough mind to know that (1) it takes two hands to clap, and (2) you’re the only one who can bring yourself down – the fact that you continue to blame others shows how vulnerable you and your friends (who agree with you) are. No point holding grudges with people who lack that understanding.

Speaking of maturity, I’ll be turning 23 soon. I’ve been spoiling myself silly with so many material things – Wii games, clothes, etc. At the end of the day, though, I just want to celebrate this ocassion comfortably with my friends and family, oh and erm, make back that money. Hehe.

Note: This is like planning WAY ahead, but since last year, I’ve been gifting myself concert tickets to watch my favourite stars – The Roots last year and Backstreet Boys this year. I hope to God I’ll have enough to meet Eminem when I turn 24. I’ll be able to die happy after that. Haha, talk about advanced birth/death-day planning.

Cheers!

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21 – join the dots

January 5, 2010

I’m a workaholic by nature, so naturally my New Year’s resolution is to work harder and to do the things I love doing. Work hard to make enough money to travel the world and see things that I’ve always wanted to see.

Hard work, however, comes with a price. Not monetary, but looking forward to more zits, “tanning” sessions, aching bones, hungry stomachs, and sleepless nights. Just because I choose to. You gotta do what you gotta do, they say. *wide smile*

Happy New Year, world.

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20 – devil’s workshop

December 18, 2009

My mind was too idle and I wasted way too much time trying to impress you. I suppose I knew better. I suppose it’s best that you found other people who tell you how good you are disregarding all the other times where I hinted the same. Too bad la, hor, that one moment where I decide to be not nice is always the one moment that kills every relationship. Haha. I find it funny, though, how everytime I have an argument with someone I somehow or another come out the winner. People are so hypocritical and just end up proving me right or end up doing what I actually wanted to them to do all along.

Tsk.

This could be a really long post, but malas ah. Ngalih ku dah kan lyn kepalauan mu atu. Slh ku jua, nda mendgr ckp org yg bnr bnr syg aku. Cani tah jadinya. Mana saja tah ko eh.

Nevermind. I shall now go back to what I do best. Work hard and this time, help people who actually NEED help.

“Goodbye”, right? Rofl.

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19 – tell me already

December 6, 2009

WHAT

is

it

that

you

want

from

me,

fool?

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18 – because my style is my style, said PCK

November 17, 2009

I have a sudden interest in personality disorders after going through one lecture on the topic. I may be studying psychology even if I dislike the thought of “labelling” people, however the signs and symptoms of personality disorders make me ponder on a person’s attitudes and behaviours in hopes to understand them better.

I apparently have signs of being Schizoid. I almost shrieked in class when I saw the symptoms, and unlike others who kept quiet I went “OMG THAT IS SO ME!”. Haha! My lecturer told me not to be overwhelmed by the symptoms, they occur very severely in people with the actual disorder. In case you’re wondering, Schizoid’s are people who like to stay at home and have no desire to hang out with friends. In fact, in extremity, they don’t NEED friends. They will lock themselves in their house, use the computer (they prefer computers because it’s the little interaction they like, TV does not interact with them) and not get out for days. If they need food they ask their family members they get them some (guilty!), but if they have no access to food they will starve (I’m not so extreme lah!). I just find it really funny to find some of the traits I have to be classified as a “disorder”.

Instead of being proud of that “label” or totally denying it, I choose to use it to understand myself better. Why do I like sitting at home so much – even stay at home for days in a row? It’s not really normal for a 22 year old, although I don’t believe in conforming to begin with. It’s just that sitting at home makes me feel like I lack experience in the real world and that sucks. I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to just get out there though. Must find out.

We also discussed Paranoid Personality Disorder in class, among others – something I find very intruiging because I have a friend who seems to show too many signs of it. I couldn’t help smile though, after discussing his traits in class with my lecturer, when I was told that I was doing a good job in trying to make him, well, not-so-paranoid. I don’t know if it actually is working or not, but I don’t want to stop trying. This friend of mine doesn’t need any changing, he just needs to be happier with things around him, and I want to help.

So I thought of these three questions that I never really asked myself. I don’t think it can provide any conclusive statement, but it’s just food for thought, I suppose:
- Out of all the people you know (friends, family, etc), how many people, in total, do you REALLY trust?
- Even if you trusted them, do you find difficulty in confiding in them?
- Do you then find difficulty in confiding in people outside this list?
- And what are the three things that make you MOST angry?

Feel free to share your answers. Like I said, I don’t know what that’s going to tell but yeah, these are just questions that could lead to more “finding out”, hopefully.

Cheers!

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17 – because women love talking..

November 2, 2009

Communication. Somehow people who educate themselves in communication have a problem communicating, or simply dislike it.

I miss the days where hours would go by just talking to you. This is not some mushy bullshit. This is a friend missing another friend’s company. This is a girl missing the opinions (which were mostly negative and rude, albeit hilarious) of an older guy. I looked up to you, literally too. I saw passion for the things you did, I saw how ambitious you were. I never told you this, because like you, I don’t like giving compliments. You, my friend, were some sort of inspiration.

It started fading away though. Your ungratefulness got to my nerves. Your accusations made me tear. You probably think the same of me, but you will never understand what I’m doing. The logic behind your actions is the fear of “leading me on”, while mine is just emotional imbalance. I tolerated everything about you, even down right to the fact that you are nowadays too busy to hang out like usual. I’m fine with that. I just could not stand it when, there I was trying to make you look good in people’s eyes, while you decided to prove them right instead. You know how I hate losing, and although this is not my game I would have appreciated some sort of honesty on your end. Not to anyone else, but to yourself. Is this how you are with everyone, I wonder? Like Eddie Izzard said we women are satellite dishes picking up signals called “intuition”, and mine says you’re not happy. You’re hiding something that shouldn’t be hidden. I don’t mean to make you upset with the things I say but you are the sole cause to everything that is failing around you. You will hate me for saying this, but you know I’m right. You’ll just never admit it because you hate being wrong.

Which is all fine and dandy. I don’t want anything. Just give me my God damn friend back. I wish I understood what you were going through. I may not be the best friend you’ve ever had but if you claim to trust me so much why keep this distance?

Can someone please answer my questions already?

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16 – radical honesty ftw .. or not?

October 24, 2009

I have a terrible relationship with honesty. At times, I bow to it as though it were the king that ruled my life, and at other times I choose to chuck it aside.

It’s hard being radically honest in today’s society. What I think is “funny”, or “true”, may be offensive, rude, ridiculous, lame, even, to others. I understand that occasionally we have to hold our tongues back, because it can get very disrespectful when we speak our minds. Say for instance, I’ll never tell my parents they are wrong to their faces, even if I know they are. You can’t teach old dogs new tricks, they say. Or I would just smile at a religious leader if I disagree with something he/she has to say. I will however tell an older person off if he/she crosses the line of being decent or is speaking utter rubbish. And I don’t necessarily think we should be completely honest at work – we need to be able to draw a line between work and personal issues.

Unfortunately, I have a problem being honest with people in my “friend circle”. At times I laugh when I think they are being ridiculous even if it seems rude, I tell them I don’t like something they do, I swear, curse, my thoughts come aloud, making people think I should be diagnosed with Bipolar or Multiple Personality Disorder, and well, you name it. Sometimes, though, I don’t know if I should draw a line, if I should tell myself, maybe you should just shut up, girl, maybe they don’t want to know the truth, maybe it’s best for them to live in their little self-absorbed world (everyone is self-absorbed, even me – truth I strongly believe in).

I am capable of being afraid to tell a guy friend that he’s actually very good looking, when I’m sure if I tell him that he won’t feel anything but good about himself. I’m scared to tell a girl friend she’s being too melodramatic, when telling her might just help her clear her mind so she could think straight. Why am I so afraid to do the right thing? Maybe it’s because of the “mind your own business” policy we have. But, I don’t get it, if you want me to mind my own business, one, why did you tell me everything that you just did, two, why do you call me your friend?

The question I ask myself at the end of the day, one that has helped me so far, is “would I want to know the truth?”. The part where it doesn’t help, however, is the fact that the answer to that question is usually yes. I have been kept away from the truth all my life and I want to set into some sort of epic journey into radical honesty where I don’t have to hold anything back and nobody should hold anything back from me either. It hurts when people tell you things that you really wish you didn’t have to hear but what good can you learn from being kept in the dark?

The whole point of me writing this post today is because I have been lying to a very good friend, or at least someone who I think is a very good friend. I have been hiding my emotions in hopes that he will be happy, but I’m guessing I’m not helping him, with him being in a pretty tight situation now. I’m not happy that he lied to me, although he denies he did, but the signs are just too obvious and there is no logic that can convince me otherwise. I believe in a balance between logic and emotions which is pulling me apart because logically he doesn’t make any sense but emotions convince me to believe everything he says. Instead of clearly telling him how I feel, I started lying too. And I haven’t been able to sleep properly knowing that I’ve been holding so much anger back and releasing it by lying to him. I feel guilty.

Another friend told me the other day, that maybe I should just accept the friend above as the way he is. The problem is, I do, but I feel like this friend doesn’t accept me for who I am, and I find it unfair. That, is my honest opinion. Many people don’t like me for my “rude” behaviour, but I’m just being honest. And I can understand how he feels, because he’s like that too. Oh my, I successfully pushed away the only other person I know who could have understood my quest towards radical honesty.

Way to go, girl. Haha.

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15 – don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful

September 14, 2009

There has been too much talk about the whole local girl dating white men issue that I can’t help but blog about it myself. Conform, I must (to the blogging, not the dating, lol)!

I find it rather upsetting actually – the surge of local girls who prefer foreigners, or shall I say westerners, since that seems to be the preference, over local men. I do have a problem with it, but I think that’s just because I am a cultured person and I don’t believe as much in inter-racial relationships, not because it’s taboo or anything, but because I haven’t gone through a relationship of such nature. No hate, just not feeling it, though.

It is not uncommon for a woman these days to fall for a man of another race, regardless of what it is, which is really, fine by me. As an Indian, I do irk when I see an Indian man walking hand in hand with a woman of a different race, but hey, that’s just me being jealous. But, oh well, right? In this day and age anything can happen. Neither, however, is it uncommon for one to label a local girl with a westerner for a boyfriend as an “SPG”. It’s just one of those stereotypes that they have to carry when they fall for a person from that part of the world. A majority, I believe, do fall under the stereotypes attached to that label – money-hungry, unattractive, loose, etc. I would normally agree, but lately I’ve found that there are a minority, although an increasing one, that aren’t like that. The relationships they enter follow the same process that you or me go through. They become friends, date, fall in love.. the whole deal.

Now, see, I’m not saying that I don’t have a problem with the East-West bonding and all, but my problem isn’t with the racial issue. I have a problem with the concept behind it. Many girls say that westerners are more matured. In fact, I read a forum where westerners were claimed to be more accepting of one’s true nature (i.e. if you’re fat, it’s okay). I find that point seriously flawed. I know many Asians who accept me for the way I am and if they don’t, it’s probably because they have been too exposed to the media’s portrayal of what defines a woman as beautiful – tall, skinny, yadaa yadaa. You catch my drift? This begs the question of which media portrays this depiction of woman most? Which country in the world sits in the centre of popular culture? Yeah, you got that right alright. And why is it that local men claim otherwise when their girls say westerners are better? First of all, I believe that there is no comparison. Asian values and the values that westerners have are different. However, what gives a local man (or woman for that matter) who claims to be influenced by western values, or idolizes western celebrities, or is influence by western music, or thinks that Abraham Lincoln is a bigger hero than Mahatma Gandhi or LKY (FYI, I don’t know who is better and I don’t think it’s deemed fit to compare these historical figures who come from different settings) the right to say that he/she is better than a westerner when he/she’s just trying to become one of them? Hmm?

This topic cannot, for all the reasons in the world, be generalized. It’s like saying ALL Singaporeans are kiasu. It’s a stereotype, most people have no choice but to fall into it. Maybe, just maybe, they are “SPG”s, but maybe not? Maybe they got fed up of the egoistic treatment they get from Singaporean men who think they are too good for these local girls who then end up going for westerners, who by the way, may think the same way about the women in their country (men have very similar grounds for ego)? Singaporean men then start getting angry at the intensity of which local women choose foreigners over them and then blame it on the woman for being detached from her “Asian” values, when they never ask themselves if they would actually date that particular woman if they had a chance to? I’m guessing a majority of them would say no, though, because she probably is “unattractive”. I do hope I’m wrong though.

I have not been raised in Singapore. I come from a country where people fall in love with each other simply because. No reasons, excuses, whatsoever attached. No comparison of how their exes were more attractive, no value placed on monetary issues (well not much at least), almost none on educational background. They live in the now. You like me? I’m single? Ok, let’s try and work this out. Some may say it’s desperate – but aren’t we all? Aren’t we all craving for another half deep down inside? Just that little bit of companionship, I say. It’s different here. Many say they don’t adhere to the social norms, they don’t conform, they are different, and whathaveyous, but they aren’t. I’ve met too many who fall under the stereotype I personally have against Singaporeans. It’s not a bad thing, I mean, different country, different culture, it’s just the way it is, but it just makes me wonder why Singaporeans, who are much more modern and supposedly civilized question things that they have brought about themselves? Why worry about the incline of SPGs when it doesn’t affect you? If you say it does, then why brood upon it when the girl you like goes for a foreigner when you have a local girl waiting to give you her love? Why turn angsty and decide that since you’ve been left for a foreigner, you now shall leave all local girls and you prefer foreign girls instead? No hate on the race of men, but stop letting your women go. Women are suckers (no pun intended) for a man who can make her feel independent and confident. That does not in any way mean that she’s better than you, as your ego claims. And if she does turn out, really, to be better than you, then that should in fact fuel your ego because it is after all your love that made her become what she is now. But no, everyone is a pessimistic, right? Sigh, then again, that’s another story altogether.

See. Too much argument. Headache ah.

I say just adapt to things. If your friend is in a position where she’s fallen in love with a white man, make it a point to get to know him. If you still can’t like it, so be it. If you do, good for you, seems like you made a new friend.

And most important of all, do not judge a book by its cover. Please.

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14 – thank you for not loving me

July 13, 2009

Half-ass inspiration, I call it.

I know you won’t be a big part of my life anymore. I can see it slowly fading away, but I have no regrets, and yes, I admit, it is mostly my fault that it has come to this. But it’s alright, because as much as I hate the fact that this is happening, I thank you for showing me the woman I never thought existed inside of me.

I attempted to change myself to impress you. I’m sort of glad it didn’t work. I always knew you’re not that shallow, contrary to popular belief. And yet here I am thanking you for somehow, subconsciously having my back for everytime that I tried doing something different. You never complimented me on anything I did, and that was exactly what I needed. I somehow hate compliments, mostly because I don’t know how to react to them, yet I secretly scream with joy inside when I’m showered with them. You kept it simple. You made me change. I am grateful for the change was nothing spectacular, but subtle, slow, comfortable.

Now here I sit writing this down, a girl who will willingly straighten her hair because it’s much easier to keep, will wear that pair of heels because it makes me look nice (?), and has purchased her first top (albeit shirt) from Mango and it’s green in colour.

Booya.

So there, thank you. You did something so many others tried but failed doing.

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