Siblings Suck
Or more accurately in my case - A Sibling Sucks; well, having one anyway does.
Some rules of thumb I must let you know: -
1. Never ever do business/ buy / sell anything from one's sibling.
FYI, I bought a Nokia earpiece from my sibling (she had one extra and offered to sell it to me for 10 bucks). After a quarrel, she came charging into my room with the ten bucks and demanded it back, citing that hers is now spoilt. What a lame excuse from an unreasonable and petty sibling.
*Long sigh... yes, you can not even begin to comprehend*
2. Not arguing back does no good - I never believed in yelling matches - I am way too civilised for that. Unfortunately, the person who share the same parents as me (read - MY misfortune) specialises in it. Upon being hurled verbal abuse - I don't respond - I won't even dignify it. And you'd think that it will soothe things. In the case of my family - I beg to differ. My books get thrown, I get insulted, my food gets snatched and the list goes on. You'd think why don't I retaliate. Pls, I am above that. (Not that I can say the same for others) It's so freaking petty and juvenile.
Side lesson here - Genes have a habit of being malformed in the 2nd child - totally true in my family.
You might think - "Oh gawd - how come you insult and criticise your sister on your blog, that is So not nice" Erm, excuse me, I already get a rating of 1 on the cattiness scale, and one has gotta look at whom one is talking about. As for the 2nd child of my parents (me being the eldest here) - she is already getting off easy.
Wait till I get into a real fury - then one will be sorry.
The reason why she has not plugged out my cable from the modem in the room is purely due to the fact that she doesn't know how. I got a router and it's just plain too difficult for her to figure it out. I can swear - if she does know how, she'll pull it out in a heartbeat and proclaim that she doesn't want me to use the cable anymore (despite the fact that I paid for the router, cable and am footing half of the cable bill).
What a wunnerful sister I have (NOT).
All of you reading this out there should count your lucky stars you are not stuck with a sibling like her.
Bad Hair Life
Despite my confessions on my blog about my absolutely disasterous blind date, those who have read it are decent enough not to mock me about it. Thanks...
Well, it may seem an extreme waste of time to be blogging something as trivial as a disasterous haircut. But then again, as my current life revolves only around rushing lesson plans on Sunday nights till Monday mornings and screaming for 6 hours a day, I view it as a highlight of my week (forgive my pun) Unfortunately, it has sorta turned into a crater for me.
I went to a new hairstylist, new salon because of the fact(s) that: -
1. CNY is fast approaching and I really don't forsee any free time I have to go to my regular hair stylist.
2. My friend cut her hair there and it looks good (she is usually quite selective about good hairdos)
3. My hair is starting to strongly resemble baked grass - you know, the kind you find in school fields that suffer from a severe lack of water and too much sunshine.
Well, usually, I give free reins to the hairstylist. I mean, well, it's hair and everything, but I don't really want to constantly go for the safe look. So even though this decision has turned out worse than I had expected several times, I still place my hairstylists on a pedestal.
So now, I am having an asymmetrical fringe that is trying unsuccessfully to hide a receding hairline (YES! and you thought that only happens to guys - I am one good living example that is not the case), heavily layered hair...etc. Hmm, apparently, it's the "HAVOC" look. I just need bleached hair and pink highlights and I'd fit right into a punk rock band. Not that I mind it that much.
The worst thing is when my sister commented that my hairstyle looked "AUNTIE!" Now..that is unforgivable. Punk/ Rock/ Havoc/ etc are still acceptable - my threshold of tolerance is that high. But AUNTIE??? Sighz.... and at my worst, I thought my hairstyle resembled that of Sly Sim's. Apparently it's worse...
So it's gonna be bad hair life..until my hair grows out. Which, judging from past experience, takes eons. :(
Epilogue
I am sure my doctor friend meant well.... when she SMSed me that: -
1. She liked the gift (I had prepared a small gift for all who were present at the dinner),
2. That the siblings had already left for KL,
3. The geriatrician had asked for my name and
4. That they would probably be back Dec 2005 or Jan 2006.
What an ego-boost (not). FYI, we had already been introduced - names and all at the beginning of the dinner.
Oh well, so I thanked her for all the trouble she went to re: the arranging of the dinner (it must have been hard for her to drag 2 unwilling and unhappy relatives to a 'forced' dinner). And told her frankly that I had this feeling that they were either very bemused, or bored.
To her credit, her reply was that "Anyways, the food was good", to which my response was "yeah, that was the highlight for the evening..."
Disasterous...
I think I am really off blind dates this time.
Yeah yeah yeah, go ahead and laugh your feet off this time.
Blind Date Fiasco
Yup, there, I've said it, no... declared it is more likely.
I went ahead and did the unthinkable. If you are literate, even selectively, you'd have known what on earth I did - I went on a blind date *gasp, shock, horror, puke* (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go empty your bowels and your stomach of your previous meal while I wallow in self-despair).
Erm, it was technically, my first blind date, and (I shudder thinking about it), my last one? Though I won't bet my last dollar on that (not yet, anyway, no one has any idea of how things turn out - most of the time, it always happens contrary to what one has planned).
In short: -
1. Blind Date - A Geriatrician (based overseas), in his early thirties
2. Venue: St Pierre
3. Chaperon No. 1 : His Aunt (who is partially responsible for the whole fix-up) and
4. Chaperon No. 2 : His 17 year-old (extremely bored) sister
5. Menu : Degustation Menu - full of things that I usually don't eat - foie gras, salmon, salmon roe, lamb shank, the list goes on. (Thank goodness I didn't request for the wine accompaniment set)
Erm, I seriously have no idea what else to write. I suppose there are many things one can write about a complete disaster - what went wrong, how it could be improved, etc, but somehow, I don't seem to be in the mood to nit-pick and analyze all the things that went wrong.
I have this sick feeling that he was extremely bemused by the whole thing. Oh well, even the most well-meant intentions have their screw-ups. Which leads me to reconsider another acquaintance's promise to fix me up with this extremely cute (or so he claims) Japanese guy (who happens to come by to Singapore only once a year).
I think I'll swear off blind dates for now...
Go ahead, laugh your heads off. Your stomach will probably burst if you try to hold it in anymore.
Woozy..
It's been a few days..but am still feeling a tad light-headed and giddy from all the rush and loss of composure.
Perhaps it's because I have never been comfortable with such statements - probably due to the fact that I don't receive them much. Hmm, frankly speaking, I have NEVER received SUCH statements - at least not straight in my face. Either that or I have been hanging out with the wrong type of guys.
But it sure is nice to get them - compliments, I mean...
And the attention.
Just that for those few moments, I seriously had no idea how to react, what to say, or where to hide my face. It was an awkward mixture of embarrassment, shyness and a sudden glow of pride. If I could blush, I'd probably be as red as a tomato.
And what took me aback was the way it was delivered - as if there was nothing wrong with it (actually, there is NOTHING wrong with it, just that I suppose I/ we am/ are not used to such flattery, in such a direct, yet wittily phrased manner.
I only have 2 words for it - Smooth & Classy.
If you have NO idea what I am talking about, it's ok. It's supposed to be like that.
Born to Work (Not)
I am NOT born to work!
There - I've said it. I don't want to work, I don't like working, the only reason why I've gotta get a job is so that I can pay my debts, bills, expenses and barely survive.
That's the cruel reality in Singapore -where everything and everyone is either materialistic, expensive, shallow or all of the above.
So, the reason why I am holding onto a job now is because I have to eat. Happy?
That should answer all these nosey people's queries about why I am working where I am working now. Satisfied?
It is with deepest regrets that you are informed that moi is theoretically more dead than alive because moi has:
suffered from
(a) 2 panic attacks
(b) 3 anxiety attacks
(c) 4 bouts of breathlessness
all of which resulted in one near fatal heart attack, which probably would have rendered me immobile should I have been 10 years older.
But having to withstand all the above in a space of less than 1 week just means that moi is more fragile than ever... And it is truly unbelievable that I am still around to write this and complain. Thus, should I ever survive to write more and complain more - it is rather miraculous.
