I heard this song on radio...
How do I
Get through one night without you
Lets see, how was it that you got through the the nights before you met him? Maybe, DO THE SAME?
If I had to live without you
What kind of life would that be?
A very normal life? Was your life THAT bad before you met him? Gosh.
Oh I, I need you in my arms
Need you to hold
Your my world my heart my soul
Its not a need, its a WANT, horny bitch.
If you ever leave Baby
you would take away everything good in my Life.
Are u claiming that your friends and family are not good things at all? How about massages and pasta and rainbows? Aren't they good things? Must good things always come with a penis?
And tell me now
How do I live without you
I want to know
Breathe, eat, sleep and shit, honey. Like you once lived without him.
How do I breathe without you
I have never thought someone would need instructions on breathing. Ok you sort of suck the air through your nostrils, and feel it go into your lungs. Feel the oxygen! Yup, thats how you go about breathing. Anyway, you must be doing it right coz you are not dead yet.
If you ever go
How do I ever, ever survive?
How do I
How do I
Oh how do I live?
Duh. Your mum had sex with your dad for you to come to this earth and your only motive in life is to mope over some jerk. Oh, I rejoice in how much you contribute to this world.
Without you
There'd be no sun in my sky
To the contrary! You might wanna come to stay in Singapore.
There would be no love in my life
What do you call that thing your mum constantly has for you? Lets guess.
Unconditional _ _ _ _.
Hint: It starts with L and ends with OVE.
There would be no world left for me
And I
Baby I don't know what I would do
Women who only live for men are fucking losers.
I'd be lost if I lost you
Why leh, you not in forest what. He is not your tour guide right? Find your own way out of the mucky mess you have made out of youself.
If you ever leave Baby
you would take away everything real in My life
I'm sorry to say this, but lotsa things are still real without him. Like poverty for example. Or the fact that you are pathetic. Its all REAL. Your "love" for him, however, seems deluded.
Yup, thats right. I cannot, like the rest of these pathetic women, let a mere man control my life. They are afterall, just MEN.
I am gonna be happy and remain happy even if Jeremy spits on my face. I promise I will try not to cry.
I'm a strong girl. This too, will pass.
(Although actually me and Jem are going fine, but just AS FRIENDS. Nothing else.)
Today the most amazing thing happened. Of course, everyone of you will "chey!" when u all find out how silly the amazing thing is, but to me, it is still very amazing.
Remember in yesterday's entry I mentioned that when a guy comes, ALL the guys comes? It is so goddamn true.
I was rushing to work this afternoon, and was walking along Marina Square rather hurriedly.
In the meantime, I was sms-ing Jeremy.
Me: I think I know why you dun like me already. Its because u have venstraphobia. I think you should see a doctor.
Jem: Whats that!
Me: Its a phobia for beautiful women.
Jem: Ha, I was about to check the dictionary but my legs just won't listen.
Me: Huh, you are supposed to be a soccer player you know! I'm off to work already, come crash the wedding and I will serve you good food.
Jem: Banquet food sounds great but I'm going to Devil's bar tonight with my friends...
Me: Clubbing again? Good, more competition to show you how good I am. I hope some pimply teenager comes and molest u tonight.
Jem: Then I shall kick the teenager with my soccer legs. :-)
I was reading the last msg and smiling to myself, when I noticed irritably that there was someone walking behind me, about to catch up with me. I guess its a natural reaction, but my body told me to speed up so that the person would not overtake me and be faster than me.
I walked bigger strides thinking of a nice response to Jem's msg. Suddenly, the fellow said "hi!".
The problem with some people is their earpieces. It is permanently struck in their ears, and you will never know if they are talking to you, or talking to someone on the phone, or scolding you and pretending to be talking on the phone.
But the fellow was looking straight at me.
I made a gesture to point at myself to ask him if he was talking to me.
He nodded.
And instead of asking me whether I am interested to sign up for a credit card, he asked for my number.
Still convinced he is gonna ask me to sign up for a credit card, I asked, "For what?"
He trembled slightly and said he wanted to be friends.
Now I have a problem with superficial people. Be friends? Why choose to be friends with me? Why not be friends with the auntie sweeping the floor? She seems nice... Why not be friends with that balding man? Why me? Just because you think I look pleasant doesn't mean I will be a good friend to have.
On the other hand, he couldnt have said: "I just wanna try my luck and see if you can be my girlfriend, if not, I would like to fuck you." No. I wun have liked it if he said that either.
There is a very good reason these superficial people, including myself, can come up with.
Beauty is the only trait you can discover when you do not know a person. So when you ask for a good-looking person's number, at least the person would have fulfilled the looks criteria. Other criteria can wait till after you know the person. So its perfectly logical afterall.
But thats besides the point. He didn't look like he would appreciate (or understand) my preaching. PLUS, I am late, so I just gave him my sms number and left.
He is one of the most disgusting people I have seen.
His first sms was this:
What is your age?
I replied 19.
Got bf? Go clubbing?
Fucking desperado. I did not reply after that.
However, I thought to myself: Wow, this is like the 2nd time in a week a guy comes to ask for my number! If by tonight another person asks for my number, it means I am considered universally cute!
And so, the banquet went on smoothly. Today I was placed at the VIP table, and guess what my colleague stole for me!
So cute right! Its Daikin's Dinner and Dance tonight and everywhere there was Pichonkun (that blue cartoon), including a giant mascot.
I took a bath after work, effectively making me late for catching the transport bus home. The bus leaves at 1230, and by 1225, the queue for getting the pay is still damn long. I started to panic a little, and rushed out to look for my colleague to ask her to tell the bus driver to wait for me.
Please keep in mind that by the end of the banquet my face is damn oily and make-up ruined. I stole many pieces of chicken to eat so my tummy was hanging out.
And someone really stopped me to ask me for my number.
He is really quite pleasant looking, so I gave it to him.
It turns out that he is one of the guys doing up the lights and such. Just now during the banquet when I was stealing chicken to eat and stuffing myself like theres no chicken left tomorrow, he saw me. He actually saw me not only being greedy and oily, but also in a shapeless black uniform, FLAT SHOES, and a stupid bun complete with hairnet.
And yet he is interested to know me.
I am amazed. Are these all Jem's friends who are testing if my liking for Jem stands strong? Perhaps. But Jeremy isn't so bo liao.
Lets have a test to see what has changed this few days.
1) New hair colour.
Thats me with a very placid smile. I did the colour at Toni and Guy acadamy and it sucks. The only part with colour is the top, and the ends are TOTALLY BLACK. My hair is utimately gross now.
I think I shall complain about the Toni and Guy thingy.
The hair dye-ing costs $35 at max, so you can do whatever you want; dye it pink, highlight three colours, whatever.
Firstly, the fellow told me to reach at 3pm at Heeren. I cannot be wrong coz when she told me the details, I immediately wrote it down in my palmtop. At 2:30, I received a call asking me why I am late and when can I reach Toni and Guy. I said that I thought it is 3pm, but since I am already at Orchard, I reassured them I will reach soon.
When I arrived at Heeren, the fellow told me it is my mistake and I should have been at the Clarke Quay outlet. How frustrating. I demanded to talk to the girl who told me where to go in the first place, but she insisted she couldnt have told me the information wrong. Nonetheless, she is rather polite and asked me to go to Clarke Quay and told me the bus to take.
When I arrived at the correct place, it was already 3pm. Everyone has started except the Indonesian student who was to do my hair for me. I apologized for making her wait (although it is not my fault).
The teacher came along and rushed me into choosing colours. I told her any colour is fine with me as long as it does not look red, no hint of red at all. She said it can be done and sashayed off.
"What about my highlights?" I exclaimed. I want my $35 to be fully utilised.
"There is no time for your highlights, mam."
"What do you mean no time!"
"How about this, we will let you do it the next time you come here, say at Wed?"
After this the student started to dye my hair. When she was done, she put me under this warmer thingy thats supposed to make the hair go into the hair faster.
Now this warmer thing hovers above your crown, so perhaps it would warm a normal guy's hair completely.
For my case however, the ends of my long hair is very very far away from the warmer.
"Like that the warmer would not warm my ends leh, wait the colour will be different", I told the student.
She actually had the nerve to chew her lip a little and say, "oh yeah hor...". Very cleverly, she turned her heel and left after saying this sentence, and did not do anything about it.
When I was done, the roots had plenty of colour but the ends are suddenly totally black.
I demanded to see the teacher immediately, but she was busy.
So I told the student to blow my hair into curls for me please.
She looked at me and actually had the nerve to say, "No time.". I gave her a very angry look, and then she said that she did not know how to blow curls.
The teacher arrived and I blew my top.
"Firstly, I already told you I dun want red. Is that very difficult to achieve? Can you explain to me why it is this colour? And, what happened to my ends! Why is it black? How can the ends be darker than the roots when obviously when I came in the ends were already blondish? And what kind of staff do you have here? Why does she not even know how to blow hair into curls?"
I made a big fuss and I was rewarded with a FREE dye job. The teacher said I can come back on weds (which is today actually) for more professional students to highlight for me, and if I am pleased, then I pay.
Ah well. It seems that overall the hair job is still good because the hair colour seems to have attracted a lot of guys. Besides that, since my hair was blown straight, I met Jem with straight hair and he commented that it looks nicer. Wonderful. Now I am considering whether I should go for the highlights tomorrow.
2) I am in love.
I am a woman in love!
I'm very tired again! I shall go sleep now... I know the blogging is incomplete and stuff, but heck. Nights all! Read The Full Article
Wow, it has been like so long since the last standard blog entry. As I have a very terrible memory instead, I shall not even try blogging according to dates but about just events which happened.
JEREMY
Since the day I confessed to Jem about me helplessly liking him, I did not contact him for 3 days. After that, I gave him a msg on Friday, simply asking him where he would be working at weekend.
He replied, "Orchard"
Damn, so hostile. I continued my animated conversation with shuyin and did not bother replying.
Subsequently he msged me 3 other msgs consisting of one asking me where I am working, and when I didnt reply, another one asking which number I am using (since I have two numbers), and one more in my starhub line exclaiming, "Oei, msg you dunno how to reply ah."
Wow.
The magic of playing hard to get.
That night, I asked him to call me and we talked for 4 hours, till it was 5 am and we both had to sleep, for the next day, we both have to sell cellphones, no pun intended.
Saturday, I went to visit him to have our breaks together. A half hour break became an atrocious two hour break by the time I reached back to Bugis, but I was all smiles.
The UOB promoter, who I got along very well with, knew I was going to meet the guy of my dreams.
When I arrived back at Bugis in a trance-like state, she looked and me and commented that I was grinning from ear to ear.
I told her its not from ear to ear. My grin, has indeed stretched so far that they went around the back of my skull and the ends touched each other.
Anyway, for Jeremy's rejection, I bought him a gift.
It is a door wedge.
Why a door wedge? Because it is cheap, ugly, and stupid. I even chose the colour he hates most, green. I told him he deserves it for rejecting me. He however claims that he loves it very much. Ah, men. Buy them an expensive tie, and they say it is boring. Buy them perfume, and they say you are so common.
I say, buy door wedges. Buy back-scratchers. Buy them a pepper shaker even. Maybe they would see the humour in it.
Anyway, when I was meeting him for lunch:
Me: "Where are u going after work?"
Him: "Nowhere, should be home. You?"
Me: "I'm coming to look for you."
So I did, and we watched an 1130 movie, laughed at Johnny Depp together, and when we walked outta cineleisure, we saw the most spectacular sight. Spectacular for me, that is.
Jeremy exclaimed: "Oh shit, it is raining!!"
I laughed. Buwahhahaha... I was just feeling miserable I have to leave him already, and the L&T God took pity in me and gave a little H2O to little Singapore, particularly at Orchard Road. Wonderful. I could not have wished for most.
We took a seat in Cine and randomly talked nonsense till someone came to tell us the shopping centre is closing.
Let it still be raining, I prayed.
And it rained harder.
We sat outside the hotel beside Cine talking long after the rain has stopped. Till the unhappy cab driver who came to drive us had to send me home with me paying a normal cab fare.
It may seem that things are going fine, but i think... Jeremy is the kind who takes things EXTREMELY slowly. So, I have no conclusion yet as to whether we would ever get together.
GUYS
Tell me if you people agree on this:
When a guy (if you are a guy its a girl for your case) comes along, ALL OF THEM COME ALONG.
This fact is very irritating.
For example, now I like Jeremy right?
Who should suddenly give me a call but Nigel, my ex boyfriend. Now Nigel is one eligible guy. Let me tell you all what happened before.
Once upon a time (around a year ago), when I was very much single and bored with life and on the verge of going into beastiality to feel less lonely, Eileen's friend Xiuling suggested I go to Dbl O with her.
Thats where her bf is working at as a waiter.
She pointed to another waiter standing some distance away. "Thats Nigel", she told me. "Alvin (her bf)'s friend. He's quite cute, I intro you to him ok."
I thought Nigel looked a little big sized. "Erm...", I said.
But she has already pulled me to him and suddenly I found myself shaking hands and shouting my name over the music.
On a closer look, I realised that he is actually quite cute. Deep-set eyes and sharp nose. Brown hair.
While Xiuling and I sat at a quieter part of the club, Nigel kept coming over to chat with me.
"You are Eurasian?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh! Xiuling didn't tell me! So whats your surname?"
"D`Silva"
"Thats nice!" Yup, I dun think I mind being called Mrs D`Silva. It sounds so classy. I half-comtemplated asking him to marry me.
"So why did you chose to work at Dbl O?"
"Oh, coz I am lazy to find work."
"Thats irrelevant!"
"It is relevant! I am lazy to look for a job, so my mum asked me to work here."
"YOUR MUM ASKED YOU TO WORK AT A CLUB??!"
"Oh, she owns this place you see. Well, sort of." *sheepish smile*
I was stunned. So, Mrs D`Silva is actually the CEO is Emerald Hill Group, which has 7 clubs including its most successful which is Dbl O.
I skip the details. In short, Mr Eligible fell in love with me and we got together for a very short period of time. He suddenly became very cold towards me, and it turns out that his ex-gf, who he broke off with coz she is migrating to Australia, had told his friend that she still loved him.
It seems that Nigel liked her more than he likes me anyway, and within a few days of me finding out about the ex-gf, he flew off to Australia to find her.
We lost contact after that.
Nigel recently called me up again, and he said that he had been trying to contact me for ages, but he lost his hp, and my number was in it. It was not until much later that he managed to see Xiuling again and requested for my number from her.
So sweet. But too bad darling. I am in love with Jeremy.
On Thurday I was out at Topshop with June.
While June was scouring around the clothes, I decided I shall check on my site at topshop's computers. Beautiful the i mac may be, but it was spoilt. The mouse refused to go left when it in on the table, so I picked it up to roll on my palm instead. Surprisingly, this works. Feeling accomplished, I moved the arrow to the address bar and was trying to click on it when I realised someone was standing behind me, looking.
It is a guy in white shirt and pants.
Erm, is that stupid salesman gonna keep standing there?, I thought.
And he really kept standing there.
I felt somewhat intruded, and I dun particularly feel like showing this fellow my site. Furthermore, I realise how stupid I look trying to scroll the mouse on my palm.
I turned to leave, and he smiled at me.
So I smiled back, and still left anyway.
He suddenly stopped me, and mumbled, "Sorry, you think we can be friends?"
I took another look at him. Doesnt look too bad lar. Plus, I dun usually reject guys like this coz I understand the amount of courage it takes to go up to a girl like that. Ok I admit it. Actually I just like the praise that I expect would come from him later when I ask, "Why did you choose to come and know me?"
His name is Eric, and he is a car dealer, and not Topshop's salesman. However, once I heard the job occupation, the image that immediately filled my mind is that of a greasy car machanic. I cannot help it!
His name is Eric, and he is a greasy car machanic.
So sweet, Eric, but I am so in love with Jeremy, sorry.
And Sunday, when I was working at Hello! Bugis, I found out that the Motorola guy at M1, which is opposite Singtel, likes me.
I found out coz I told the UOB promoter that I think the Motorola guy kept flirting with me and she (the UOB promoter) said that the Panasonic girl wokring at M1 had told her that he likes me.
How superficial, he has not spoke to me more than 5 sentences. And guess what?? I can't believe he liked me when I was actually in my FLAT SHOES.
Whats with all the promoters at phone shops man. They keep liking each other.
When I called Jeremy, I told him that the Motorola guy likes me and he asked me which one is it. After a detailed description, he claimed that that fellow has been working at M1 for some time already, and said that I must have seen him before, as he came over to get pamphlets from Jeremy too.
How sad that I have never noticed him before.
Suddenly, when I found out about this, I felt a strong surge of anger. I have no idea what I am angry with, but I am just angry about how terrible the Motorola guy must have felt.
When he came over to get pamphlets from Jeremy, he must have seen me talking to Jeremy too. Frankly speaking, he is not good looking. What kinda chances would he stand of getting the Mitsubishi girl's attention when such a fucking cute guy is working at such close proximity to her?
And thats right too. All the time he liked me, but I was so smitten by Jeremy.
That day at lunch before I found out about him liking him, I was eating lunch with him, the UOB promoter, and two Panasonic promoters. I gushed to the UOB promoter how much I liked Jeremy, and apparently Kester (thats his name) heard me. It was so insensitive of me! Kester asked me who Jeremy is, and he said he knew who I am talking about.
He must be thinking I am a common, superficial bitch who only likes cute guys. But truth is, I like Jeremy because of many other reasons, mainly that he can really make me laugh. But Kester would not know.
I can totally understand how he must have felt.
You see, the problem with humans is this: We like people are are ABOVE our standards.
For example, I would not like someone (without him first liking me, or having any interaction with me) who I deem is uglier than myself, or stupider, or generally just... below my standards. You hear people gushing about how cute their crushes are. Or how smart, how rich, how humourous. Never how normal they are.
So, the person with the lower standards would go about doing the wooing, if they are confident enough.
In Jeremy's case, he is very eligible as he is considered universally cute, smart, funny and has a fabulous body and etc etc. So, in Jeremy's whole life, it has been girls liking him first, before he starts liking the girl, and me being one of those common girls.
I consider myself to be of middle standards because I have guys liking me, and I also have liked guys who do not like me back coz they are possibly looking for girls above my standards.
For example, Adryan (he is in character intro) likes Xiao feng despite me liking him for 4 months.
If sufficient wooing is done, the party with the higher standards might get together with the lower standards person, and I hope thats what will happen to me and Jem.
Thats how people get together, unless, in rare cases both parties fall in love together (so they would be of the same standards).
Well, for Kester, the girl he likes happens to be looking upwards, and would not notice him pining below.
It is very saddening when you like someone and realise that the someone you like is in love with someone else who is so much better than you and there is no way to ever win him, you get what I mean?
Thats exactly how I feel when Adryan said he likes Xiao feng, or guys I am interested in praises June or something. I feel very inconfident of myself, and helpless.
I feel extremely guilty, although I have no clue as to whether Kester likes me enough to feel sad over such an incident, or whether he thought deeply into the matter enough to realised the standards thing, or whether he just brushed off the matter by thinking I am so superficial.
Ah well. It sucks to be ugly (Note: I am not saying I am pretty. I'm average). It really does.
Lets take the conversation I had with the Samsung girl as an example. She works at M1, which is opp Singtel:
Me "I very sian over at Singtel leh"
She: "Why leh?"
Me "The promoters there quite sian. I wish the Motorola guy was here..."
"Who?"
"Oh, this very cute Motorola guy called Jeremy la... He used to work at Singtel. Haha, I like him mah"
"Very cute?? How does he look like?"
"Tall? Black hair... Damn cute"
"Oh, he was working here yesterday isn't it?"
"OMG, how do you know!! Yes yes that him! You working here yesterday meh? I thought you only work on sat and sun."
"Nope, not working! But I passed by here and I noticed him. Wah lau, I tell you ah, his dimples are damn mesmerising la!!!"
I grinned at the thought of Jem's dimples. "Yeah, very mesmerising indeed."
"Yeah lor. Wah lau I tell you ah. I thought I would see him here today, but instead its him *she gestures towards Kester*. I damn sian diao."
"Oh! You very mean leh!"
"True what... haha.. He so cute"
I half-comtemplated telling her to keep her paws to herself and not even think of stealing Jeremy over, but decided against it.
But the point is, she did not even work with Jeremy and she already likes him. Meanwhile, Kester's existence was an eyesore to her, coz he innocently replaced an adonis. He may have a heart of gold, but no one appreciates it. Its a cruel, cruel world.
Anyway, back to the point. Once i decided I like Jeremy, all the other guys start coming along. They distract me and sometimes make me doubt whether putting in the effort with Jeremy is worth it. It is very irritating. If one day Jeremy tells me it is impossible between us, all these other guys would be out of my life already coz I did not have time for them when they were here.
Then I would be lonely again, till one guy comes along again, and many other guys would start contacting me out of the blue at the same time. I wish they would just come one by one to be fair!
Anyway, got more things to blog about, but shall continue tml, I am tired!
I have like so much, so much to blog, but I am really busy recently.
With Jeremy. =)
The day before I talked to him for 4 hours.
Yesterday I met him during my lunch break although he was working at Orchard and me at Bugis. And then later at night we met up for a movie (Pirates of Caribbean, which is very nice), and stayed out overnight at orchard till 6 am.
Today I went to work very tired, and we talked on the phone again for 2 hours.
No time to blog.
I shall sleep now, expect a few very very long entries tomorrow, darlings.
I decided to post pictures!
Yesterday June and I went to Mango to try on some executive clothes.
Hows this? The thing I am holding is a lollipop.
I think I look like a slutty secretary. Who likes to bend over the table a littlllllle too much. Yucks. June meanwhile has the tall lean career woman look. Can't post her pics though, she said it looks ugly.
I like the top! It looks somewhat like the 2 fast 2 furious top that I like so much... But the bloody thing is $75, far far too expensive. Yes, the lollipop spoilt the picture and yes, thats June reflected in the mirror, taking my pic.
Aaron bought it V200 2 days after June did.
So I used it to take own pictures. Narcissic, yes. But who cares... I like it
Thats all. I'm sorry babes, but no more Jeremy photos. Help me think of an excuse to date him out man...
Very pissed lor, yesterday tried to blog but I accidentally kicked the CPU and the whole com restarted, leaving me grimacing in pain, for my day's entry was totally gone. How wondrous.
Anyway, I wanna complain about stupid people.
I came out with one conclusion after working for a few weekends at Singtel shops.
Stupid people use Nokia phones.
I am not saying that Nokia users are stupid. I am saying stupid people use Nokia. So a square is a rectangle but a rectangle is not a square.
Let me tell you what bullshit I got from Nokia users...
Me: "Hi, would you like to take a look at the new Mitsubishi M330?"
Typical Nokia User: "No, I don't like Mitsubishi."
Me, "Erm, you have never tried Mitsubishi phones, how do you know that you dun like them?"
TNU: "Oh, haha. I am a Nokia user"
Why I am not surprised?
Me: "So?"
TNU: "I am used to Nokia la..."
Yeah, stupid. You and the rest of the world. You were used to pagers, why are you using handphones? You are used to typewriters, why use the com now? You were used to having Ong Teng Cheong as president, why not choke Nathan to death?
What bullshit. I say, EMBRACE CHANGE, or you'll never learn anything.
****
Me: "Hi, would you like to take a look at the new Mitsubishi M330?"
TNU: "Ok. I am using a 6610 now, what is the difference?"
Me: "Oh, this phone has 32 chord polyphonic ringtones while Nokia only has 4 chords. It is a very big difference in the quality of the sound, I can let you hear it..."
TNU, after listening and comparing with his 6610 (which the rest of the world is using as well): "I think Nokia ringtones are still the best."
Go back to using monophonic ringtones, you deaf bastard.
Me: "How can that be?"
TNU, playing his miserable 4 chords polyphonic ringtone again for me to hear why I squirm in pain at the horrible sound: "Yes what, isn't it?"
Me: "Indeed."
TNU: *Continues staring dreamily at his phone with unspeakable love*
Me: *pukes*
There is another kind.
TNU: "Miss, can you show me the 7250?"
Me: "There is no sample for it."
TNU: "Oh."
Me: "You wanna buy a camera phone?"
TNU: "Yeah. Your 7250 got black colour?"
Me: "The other colour phones like T610, V200, E365 all got 65,000 colours and are around the same price as 7250. 7250 only got 4,096 colours, the resolution is very bad leh, take the pictures also not clear. The Sony Ericsson on even got bluetooth. Why don't you try them?"
TNU: "Nah, I am a Nokia user."
Thats not a bloody excuse for making a stupid purchase, you cock.
Me, rolls eyes: "Its your choice."
TNU: "What the price for the 7250?"
Me: "Sorry, dunno, I am the Mitsubishi promoter." *Turns and continue giving leaflets to other TNUs walking around the Singtel store, who are feigning interest in the other brands coz they want to compare it to their beloved Nokia and feel damn smug*
I cannot stand stupid people.
***
There was another scenerio that happened at the Singtel shop.
First, a little introduction to the people working there.
Sharon - Panasonic promoter who I got along very well with indeed. Excellent crapper.
UOB promoter A, and UOB promoter B.
A and B's colleague who came into the shop to visit them but is not working at Singtel, called C.
***
Sharon and I were gossiping about Jeremy's butt or something when C walked into our Singtel shop. C had came to look for A and B, who are his friends. A and B asked me and Sharon to go over, to introduce us to C.
C, to me: "Hi, my name is C!"
Me: "Hi, I'm Wendy."
C, to Sharon: "Hi! C."
Sharon: "Hi, Sharon."
C stopped talking to us and turned to talk to A and B, while me and Sharon still stood there.
I decided to be bo liao to Sharon, so I turned to her and said,
"Hi, my name is Sharon, whats yours?"
Sharon was surpressing a giggle, but acted blur and said, "Oh issit! My name is Sharon too!"
I was just whooping with laughter with Sharon, when C turned over to face us again, obviously having eavesdropped.
He said to me:
"Oh, your name is Sharon also? Her name is also Sharon!"
Me and Sharon gave each other very amused looks.
As if he was not being dense enough, he continued, "So whats your surname?"
I answered,
"Au. Sharon Au"
"Oh...", he said. He turned to the real Sharon and asked her for her surname as well.
"Teo", she replied, covering her mouth as mirth threatened to spill out. She should have said "Stone" to see if the guy can get any denser.
"Oh, sharon au and sharon teo..." C mumbled to himself.
Till today, he still thinks that I am called Sharon Au, when I just told him 1 min ago that my name is Wendy.
I met another stupid person when I was out with Eileen. Her friend, some guy, saw her and came to join me and her at a coffee shop table.
Meanwhile, I was very engrossed in conversation with her and could not really be bothered with him. I was telling her about my recent visit to a mosque recently, for a school project.
The fella we interviewed bullshitted his way through... He obviously did not know his stuff at all. I forgot to mention he is another stupid person.
I asked him: "If we don't believe in Allah we go to hell?"
Him: "Yes."
Me: "Is there such a thing as free will?"
Him: "What is that?"
Me: "That whatever I do, is my own choice. For example I choose to slap the table now, it is my own decision, not Allah making me slap the table. Or is there no free will, so that whatever happens is a result of Allah's planning?"
Him: "There is no such thing as free will." There is.
Me: "So you are saying if I choose not to believe in Allah, thats Allah's choice for making me not believe him, since there is no free will?"
Him, thinking hard: "Yes, I guess so. Allah has already chosen who are his people."
Me: "And Allah wants to put me into hell for me not believing in him when obviously he MADE me not believe in him?!"
Him: "Erm, we cannot question Allah's decisions."
It was total bullshit. Everytime I ask him a question which there is no way for him to answer, he would say that last sentence and claim that Allah is beyond our conprehension.
Anyway, back to Eileen's friend.
He somewhat overheard a little about the conversation, and was looking interestedly at us.
"Are you a Christian?", I asked him.
"Yeah yeah, why?"
"Coz I got some questions to ask you..."
"Shoot away!"
"God is onmipotent right?"
"Whats that?"
"I thought you said you are a pious Christian. Onmipotence means he is all-powerful. Able to accomplish everything."
"Oh, then God is onmipotent."
"So can God create a stone which is too heavy for himself to lift?"
He replied without thinking, "Yes of course."
"If it is a 'yes', it means that the stone is too heavy for God to lift, and if he cannot lift a stone it means he is not onmipotent."
"Hmm. Yeah. Actually, I cannot answer you that question because I am not God."
HOW TOTALLY IRRELEVANT. Nice try dude. How about saying "I can't answer you that question, I am too dumb." instead, because I already know that you are not God? How about telling your physics teacher "I cannot do that calculation, I am not Einstein" too?
The world needs some cleansing.
Today I was talking to June about smart genes.
Taken that smart parents=smart children and dumb parents=dumb children and smart + dumb= average children, I told her that the smart should always marry the smart so that smart people will not die out.
June said she perferred a whole lot of average people, at least there wun be any stupid people around.
Lets see, if the world is full of average people, we still wun have our TVs invented till today. No computers. No ovens even. Actually, despite learning it in physics, I still have no idea how a TV works. It takes a very very smart person to invent such amazing stuff, no?
Can the most intelligent of us even build a normal optical camera without any instructions? I think not. The most we can do, is to follow instructions. Yes, some of us can take out every part of a CPU and put it back, but can any of us (rather normal people) invent a computer from scratch? Up till today, I still dunno how email works.
We cannot do without the dumb people either. The dumb people are the ones letting the smart earn money. If everyone was so smart, everyone would fix up their own tellys and not buy tellys. Nobody will want to do manual jobs because they want to do brainy jobs. Everyone wants to be a CEO and no one wants to be the photostating guy.
But then again we can always make old people or pimply teenagers do the dumb people's jobs, so dumb people are really quite obselete.
How about average people?
The average people is the largest group of people. The average person is generally a supervisor of some sort. They are capable of using non-Nokia phones without almost dying, and can generally operate a fax machine. They also will happen to be not as lazy as intelligent people.
EG:
Average person: Ah, theres a long road to walk. I am almost late! I think I shall hurry up and walk faster.
Intelligent person: Ah, theres a long road to walk. I am almost late! I think I shall invent a machine which can bring me around. I think I shall call it a car if I succeed. Or should I invent a time machine so that I will not be late?
Dumb person: Ah, theres a long road to walk. I am almost late! Hey wait a minute, I forgot how to run!
So. Average people must be there to not only boost the economy, they must be there so that the intelligent will still seem intelligent. Besides, average people don't irritate much by being stupid, but just quietly do their work to earn to look after their average babies.
I suggest, of course, that we kick all the stupid people out of our beautiful planet.
Without stupid people, there would be less accidents.
Nokia would not be able to smugly monopolise the phone market.
No more ah bengs and lians.
No more stupid delifrance sales people (read archives to understand).
No more spammers in my blog.
It is silly, however, to dispose of certain types of dumb people. For example, a person may be very dumb but he may be able to cook the best chicken rice in the world. These people can stay of course.
For the rest of the dumb people, I have a plan. It is copied from Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. We ask for the irritating and useless dumb people to gather, and fake them that Earth is gonna explode in 2 days and all of us are supposed to be exported to another planet called the Alfafa Sproutland.
They will go berserk.
In the meanwhile, we choose a country which has the most dumb population and have alot of land. I would say that Pakistan would be a suitable country, or Greenland could be another choice (If Eskimos are smart they would have gotten outta their fucking cold country long ago instead of worrying about catching frozen fish everyday). Using the same method, we get all the country's smart people out, which are few and far between.
We put the dumb people all in a huge airplane which we will convince them it is a spaceship, and dump them in Pakistan. They will notice some natives complaining about how intruders all arrived, but they would be so glad that Alfafa Sproutland has oxygen that they would be too busy rejoicing to notice.
Meanwhile, the dumb people would be very happy among themselves ("Wah lan eh very happy sia, no more uni one ah here! Their england like so powder, I cannot understood ah!"), and the smart happy among the smart ("Now we dun need to make our machines idiot-proof!"), and the average being neutral as usual ("Huh got difference meh? Hiyah, never mind la").
As I mentioned before, the world would be a much better place if I control it.
And in case you are wondering, yes, I go to the smart category, thank you.
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Yesterday night, after a break of 3 days, I gave Jeremy a call... And it was for official business too, coz June got this Sony Ericsson job that I asked him whether he would like to work in.
So. He was working when I called, so he called me back at 11pm.
And we talked till 5:30 am.
Amazing huh, 6 whole hours on the phone.
Now, the problem is, I was supposed to work at Ritz Carlton that day from 6am till 12am. Thats 18 whole hours of standing and pouring semillion sauvigons and chardonneys for guests.
At 530, I had to leave for work.
So I didn't sleep and almost died working that day.
My point is, it is forgiveable that I didnt blog last night.
I'm still in a groggy stage. Just reached home after work for Mitsubishi, and I don't think I can manage to recite the alphabet in the correct order.
I think I would just post pictures, coz a million words says a picture.
I was at the school's photostating place. The auntie in charge of the photostating was binding my project work for me. She finished with it, and gave it to me. I was happily adjusting the binded papers.
When I looked up, she had her head bent, looking at something with utmost concentration. I saw what she was doing. She was cutting away the little threads on my scrunchie. Somehow, I felt the scrunchie needed some trimming and did not stop her. She continued until my current favourite scrunchie was almost bald, and gave it back to me.
I woke up feeling very pissed with the photostating auntie but realised my scrunchie is in perfect condition.
Anyway, speaking of cutting hairy stuff...
I dragged Shuyin and June to have their hair cut at Toni & Guy with me. I think I look much better, but as usual, everyone said there was no difference.
And it was free, coz we did it at the Toni & Guy acadamy!
Buahahaha. Not only is my hair much nicer now, I had half of the hair cut done by the teacher there coz he needs to show the students how it is done. I asked him how much he charges usually, and he said $150 per hair cut. Since he cut half of my hair, I can safely say that I tan dio $75.
Look! Shuyin loves her hairdresser. (Shuyin is left in case u kudos dunno.)
Anyway, I went out with my NCC friends. Yes yes, I was from NCC girls (land) in sec school. I shall post their pics coz... I can't think of a reason, I'm too tired. Erm, yes, just to prove that NCC girls are not the rough, ugly, smelly type you guys thought we are.
Ah well. Pretty right? More blogging tml la. Me in bad mood. I confessed to Jem that I like him and he said it is too early to discuss such stuff and currently he only treats me as a friend.
Well if he talks to friends 6 hours on the phone everyday, he needs to do alot of catching up on sleep. But then again I thought I heard him mention he has insommia. Guess I was doing him a favour.
Should I ask Jeremy to come see the website? Please leave comments to let me know?
p/s: Someone is very into impersonating me on the tagboard so from now on I shall not reply there at all. Any claims of me posting there is bullshit yeah.
