Reviews

As I am here sitting in front of my desk, again pretending to work (my tasks rely on people who aren't in right now) allow me to talk about different stuff I tried or what not for the past days.


#1 Sketches Pizza and Pasta Bar
Category: Food

I was more or less dragged by a few friends to have dinner with them. So there goes my usual movie-night Friday and off we headed to Robertson Walk to have some design-your-own pizza. I was quite disappointed when I saw the checklist for the design-your-own-pizza though. So I ended up with a humongous size of thin-crust margherita pizza that I was able to finish! Nothing extra-ordinary. But the crust was just right. I had dessert afterwards too! Some chocolate and vanilla ice cream one that was quite good! (a bit pricey though) it cost us all around $20 each. For more variety I think I should just go to Spizza, at Balmoral, Harbourfront or Holland Village.

Rating: 3 stars


#2 Herbie Fully Loaded
Category: Movie

With my Friday night movie postponed to the next day, I watched this Lindsay Lohan flick on a Saturday morning. It was a so-so movie. I guess it just wasn't my type. But Lindsay Lohan was still a fun watch (hope she goes back to her old figure!). I don't have any recall of the original Herbie, but I could quite imagine how it was. I'm sure there would be quite a number more films more worth your time!

Rating: 2 1/2 stars


#3 Delifrance Chocolate Eclair
Category: Food

Can I just die? This is a must-try for chocolate-lovers! Unlike other eclairs that just have those chocolate-flavored cream as a filling (like Beard Papa's) this one has real chocolate oozing in every bite! And it comes in two sizes so base it on how much you want to forget your diet for a few seconds!

Rating: 5 stars


#4 The Mountain
Category: TV Show

This one I just discovered a couple weeks ago. Weird local channel that plays it 9 am in a Sunday morning! Good thing I usually go to mass Saturday evenings. This one stars Oliver Hudson, my then-crush from Dawson's Creek, brother of Kate Hudson, son of Goldie Hawn. He has the rugged good looks that I like once in a while. The show so far is quite interesting. My usual the o.c./one tree hill type.

Rating: 3 3/4 stars (haha)


So till the next!

100 days!!!

It's actually just 100 days till I fly home December! Woohoo! I'll be able to celebrate my parents' anniversary with them. What a treat! Even for just three weeks I can be content with being with the people I love most.

But let me see... what can I look forward to during the next 100 days?

1. Swimming lessons. Okay, I'm not really excited for the lessons per se, but it would be exciting to finally be able to swim! (That is, if I don't chicken out!)

2. Singapore Institute of Architects' (SIA) dinner this Friday.

3. Mooncake Festival dinner next Friday, sponsored by the contractor of one of my projects.

4. Dragon Boating part 2 on the 17th! Woohoo! The first one was quite fun despite having to get up so early. Hopefully for the enxt one I can sleep in afterwards.

5. November holidays (two in one week! woohoo!)

6. Company dinner and dance. There is much tension during our meetings since our committee chairperson (someone I don't like) doesn't get along with the other, (ms. screaming lady)) At least it's interesting. Comes with this is me shopping for the lucky draw prizes. Love spending someone else's mney!

Oh wow, that's it. I'm sure other things will come up. A hundred days is short or long. I better enjoy it!

cross your fingers for me!

We just received an email from our project manager for the project I'm working on with screaming lady. There is actually a chance that the project won't push through if the client feels they won't get their money's worth for all development charges and construction costs.

*pray, pray*

It would definitely be a load off my shoulders as it is one of the more stressful of the projects I'm handling mainly due to my screaming colleague (the few steps to her desk whenever I consult with her is torture!)

So there. Favor, okay? Just for a second, wish or pray for me.

lapses of loneliness

There were some moments this week that I felt the loneliness that surfaces once in a while.

Take Friday for example, friends invited me to have dinner with them -- me, with two couples. I honestly thought of not going. There are just times that I prefer not to be a third or fifth wheel. But circumstances (read: my stalker from the upstairs unit asked me out again and would have a very good chance of finding out if I'm home) made me have to be out.

The dinner was okay, but maybe I was being too emotional (privately) that I was thinking the two couples were sharing their meals while I had no one to split it with (with a joke to myself that I need someone to split with so I would end up eating half as much as I do now)

Then yesterday after the makeover I had, I was thinking of friends to sms, to meet up, since I was all glammed up. And what did I end up doing? Go to mass and go to the grocery. Alone. What a waste of good makeup.

I don't know what effort I should do to solve this. Cuz it wasn't just this weekend. I've felt it for several times now.

If only I knew what to do...

not-so-extreme makeover

My housmate/ friend referred me to this photo studio companies which had a free makeover/ photo shoot promos.

So sure, why not? I've always wanted a makeover. But of course I wished it had the free outfit as well.

I was warned by my friend that they would try to hard-sell the idea of buying an album for myself, having two free shoots per year for the rest of my life. Haha, what would I do with pics of myself? Maybe if I already had a family or if I had my family with me, or if I would be gettng married in the future. Maybe.

So still, I went for the makeover.

I expected everyone to fuss over me and all, but it turned out to be a semi-busy studio with several people being made over at the same time.

So anyways I was approached by this Singaporean guy named Edgar (Aside from Edgar Allan Poe I've always thought Edgar was such a Filipino name). He's one of the most barok (one who can't speak straight grammatically) Singaporeans I've met.

I almost burst out laughing when he said, "So after you fill up this form, we're going to the make out room."

What?!?

Hahhahahaha. Of course he meant the make up room.

So anyways I had my makeup and hair done. (The make up was okay, the hair -- well -- I think the girl got lazy and just placed some mousse on it then was done)

The photographer was an English lady who was pretty good. She was very comfortable instructing me on the poses, having me imitate her (some of the poses were really embarrassing!) But what the heck, these people didn't know me.

The second batch (change of clothes -- I just had a jeans ensemble and a skirt one) wasn't so nice though. The gay Indian guy did some braid thingie with my hair which didn't flatter my face. And the photographer for this one -- a Singaporean dude -- wasn't as good as the English lady. He only instructed some of the poses. It was Edgar who was instructing me and they were such lousy poses!

So I was done in an hour and a half. Then Edgar showed me the pics on the computer, then showed how he could retouch the photo. It was then that I learned how to make yourself look thinner through photoshop! I should start retouching all my pics! Haha.

So they tried to sell me the idea of having the album (for quite a hefty amount -- not as expensive as the dating service though) but I stood firm and didn't sign up. I should be proud of myself. The amount would be equal to the trip I'm taking with my parents next year.

So they finally gave up on me. They gave me a CD with two pics of my choice though. When I signed the agreement that I'm receiving the two photos, it asked for my mobile number. Then Edgar said, "Hmmm.... your mobile number. So can I call you?"

Eeek.

I swear I'm such a jologs magnet.

I just laughed him off, pretending I didn't understand him. Singlish is hard enough to understand. But he made it even harder!

It was quite an experience though.

laugh for the day

The contractor in one of my projects just called me up -- a really nice guy -- who drivesus back to the office after the site meetings.

I was surprised when he asked me what my shoe size was.

What???

Turns out he'd be ordering boots for us, for site.

So I told him that it was a size 40, thinking that was the standrad size system here in Singapore. So he asked me, so size 40 is size 6 or size 7?

I wish, man, I wanted to say.

So I laughed and said, "No, it's a size 9."

I guess I shocked him since Asian women don't usually have big feet.

But gentleman as he is, he said, "Okay, I'll order the boots for you."

There really are nice men out there.

living for the weekend

There really isn't anything like a weekend after a boring or tortuous week.

It's like each weekend brings you a lot of promises -- to rest, to meet up with friends, to wind down, try out something new, and what not.

So yeah, as the cliche goes, Thank God it's Friday!

Woohoo!

no going back

Okay, cross your fingers for me.

After 23 and almost three months, I have FINALLY signed up for swimming lessons.

*hold your applause please*

I'll be paying for the class this evening so that would make me obliged to go. Six to eight sessions at least. My goal is to be able to swim by the time I fly home December. Still thinking if I'm going to surprise my family haha.

I guess I just realized I've missed out during outings and the like. And I don't put our condo pool to good use! I pay for those facilities anyways! And with both my housemates who enjoy swimming, it should be fun.

So maybe when December comes you'll see me as the next female Ian Thorpe eh? (haha)

irky lines

(I don't even know if there's such a word as irky, but pardon -- I have this thing for coining my own words haha)

Just some quotes from my colleagues that irked me today ...

"I don't know so you have to check" -- from my colleague, one of my superiors, who has this knack for making everything NOT her fault.

"Di ko nga alam e" ("I don't know") -- from my new colleague who I'm supposed to consult with regarding my correspondences in one project, everytime I ask him a question. Uh... ok. I think I'm learning a lot from you.

"Don't say 'oh, ok' " -- from the same colleague at quote number one after I just said "oh, ok" as an expression that "yes, I'm listening" when she thought I was taking her word as Gospel truth. In other words, she was already making sure it would NOT be her fault if I make a mistake regarding what I was asking her.

I think there's quite a number of clowns here in the office. At least it ain't that boring here.

hmmm....

Just a warning. Only people practising architecture, drafting, and the like would understand what I'm going to talk about.

Just some random thoughts while I try to work.

1. I wish AutoCAD had a "Find..." command so I don't have to get all dizzy looking through shop drawings to find a room, a material, or what not.

2. I wish graphic-related software would have a universal set of commands so I don't make a mistake and type Z-W to zoom into a window in Photoshop or click Ctrl + to zoom in at CAD. So confusing!

3. Working this way is not healthy as my eyesight isn't as clear as it used to be, I get occasionaly migraines from staring at the computer all day, I my shoulders hurt during the afternoons and my butt as well.

A warning really for all architect-wannabes. Change your mind. I mean it. I've been warned before and I'm passing on from experience. Pursue architecture if you're really passionate about it -- if you have mommy and daddy to financially back you up, if you mind not having a life once in a while, or if you're diverse enough to do other stuff to compensate. I'm just dwelling on the third option for now. Spicing up my life by not making my day job as the center of my life. It can be done. It's tough though.

Don't say you weren't warned.

Doing our part

For the past weeks I've been thinking of ways to serve my country especially during these hard times.

I know that bringing in dollars is already doing a small part, but of course that is for selfish reasons. It's also one reason I'm finding myself trying to be active in an organization based here. Our goal for the near future is to sponsor one scholar in our alma mater. I guess that's one good step.

I was emailed this excerpt and I think it's a nice piece for all of us who may want to help in our own small way. It is a nice checklist for all of us.

(NOTE: I don't know anythign about copyright and all, so I hope stating the source is good enough. Pardon me if it isn't the proper way.)

SOMETHING FOR EVERY FILIPINO...THERE'S a booklet making the rounds in Metro Manila that every Filipinowho loves his country should get hold of and read, and hopefully put thepoints it raises into practice, in order to help our nation..."Twelve (12) Little Things Every Filipino Can Do To Help Our Country," by Alexander Ledesma Lacson, may be a "voice in the wilderness"; but as Fr.Rub en Tanseco, S.J. puts it, what Alex proposes are "very concrete,practical and doable" actions for us ordinary Filipinos.

1. Follow traffic rules. -- Why is that the most important? The answer is simple. Traffic rules are the simplest of our laws. If we learn to followthem, it will be the lowest form of national discipline that we candevelop. Since it is totally without monetary cost, it should be easy forus to comply with, and therefore should provide a good start.

2. Whenever you buy or pay for anything, always ask for an officialreceipt. -- If a seller does not issue an official receipt when you buy aproduct, the seller may or may not remit the tax to the government.Without an O.R., there is no record of the sale transaction, and the taxthat you paid may not be remitted to the Bureau of Internal Revenue.

3. Do not buy smuggled goods. Buy local, buy Filipino. -- It may not begood economics to buy 100 percent local products. What I suggest is forus to take a "50-50" buying attitude. This means that we must develop theattitude of using 50 percent of our budget for local products and theother 50 percent for imported choices.

4. When you talk to others, especially foreigners,speak positively of ourrace and our country. -- this is best addressedto the rich and the middleclass in our country, who have contact with the outside world. It is theywho talk to, dine or deal with foreigners either here or abroad. It iswhat they say and do which creates impressions about us among foreigners.

5. Respect your traffic officer, policeman, soldier and other publicservants. -- There is nothing like the power of respect. It makes aperson proud. It makes one feel honorable. At the same time, courtesyto others is good manners. It is class and elegance and kindness. It isseeing the value and dignity in the other man. It is, in fact, a mark of amost profound education.

6. Do not litter. Dispose your garbage properly. Segregate. Recycle.Conserve. -- As Louis Armstrong says in his song: "I see trees of green,red roses, too, I see them bloom for me and you and I think to myself,what a wonderful world."

7. Support your church. (or charitable/ civic organizations -- :-)

8. During elections, do your solemn duty. -- Honesty, more than amasteral or doctorate degree, is what gives credibility. And credibilityis essential because it is a leader's link to the people. It is whatmakes the people look to one direction,follow a common vision, and performa uniform act. In short,credibility is what makes people follow theleader.

9. Pay your employees well. -- No exercise is better for the human heartthan to reach down and lift someone else up. This truly defines asuccessful life. For success is the sum, not of our earthly possessions,but of how many times we have shown love and kindness to others.

10. Pay your taxes. -- In 2003, P83 billion was collected from individualincome taxes. But 91 percent of this amount came from salaried workersfrom the government and private sector, people who had no choice sincetheir income taxes were withheld mandatorily. Only P7billion of the P83billion came from businessmen and professionals like doctors, lawyers,accountants and architects, among others.

11. Adopt a scholar or adopt a poor child. -- You can make a difference inthe future of our country by making a difference in the world of children.

12. Be a good parent. Teach your kids to follow the law and to love ourcountry. -- Today's children will someday rule and lead this world. Butwhether they will be bad rulers or good leaders will depend largely on howwe raise them today. Our future is in the hearts and minds of ourchildren.

on being an employee

If you have noticed or not, this and my previous post revolves around the same theme.

Yes, this is a semi-shitty day. All because of that friggin project. (I know I shouldn't be too negative about it, but the vibes are just not right. I usually get excited when I start on a new project but this one just sucks.)

I keep on telling everyone that I don't want to be an employee forever. My deadline is when I get married (ey destiny, I'm calling out! The sooner the better!) As my friend said, being an employee is being a slave of the corporate world. This isn't long-term for me. No, thank you. Maybe it's the proud side of me. But I don't want to be tied doing something I don't thoroughly enjoy just because it provides for my living. But of course I have options. I can change jobs, change careers, blah blah. Easier said than done. And as the priest said in his sermon last Sunday, "Why transfer to a higher-paying job if it means working longer hours?" I became defensive and thought, "Why stick out on something you don't feel passionate about?"

Anyways, scrap that.

Allow me to just reminisce...

... I miss not having to work.
... I miss school holidays.
... I miss home-cooked meals (by someone else)
... I miss not having to clean the bathroom.
... I miss running out of prepaid load because of having too much textmates (now I couldn't even finish my 500 per month limit! I swear, I only use up 100 to 200!)
... I miss riding a private car. (I get to ride one once in a while but it just isn't the same)
... I miss family gatherings.
... I miss deciding with my family what we want to eat for breakfast.
... I miss deciding with my family what mall to go to on a Sunday morning.
... I miss having to ask permission to go out with friends.

I guess missing so many things means I had a pretty happy childhood eh?

But anyways, I know that in the future I could look back to where I am now and miss things that I am currently experiencing. And I could laugh over things I hated as those that I could remember from my past.

So maybe it isn't so bad after all.

work rants

I'm taking a few minutes break as lunch break draws closer.

I hate the latest project that I was unfortunately included. As my colleague said it sucks to clean up someone else's shit. Yes, the building is halfway constructed. There are so much queries from the contractor that need to be answered.

And I absolutely have no idea what to do.

And it doesn't help that I don't like the people involved in the project, save for a couple. I swear. The semi-boss is gay, not confirmed. He has a really irritating sense of humor. And unfortunately he's also the head of the the Dinner & Dance (D&D) Committee. His humor's so bad that he brings in project issues into our D&D meetings.

I hate people with lousy sense of humor, especially those that instead of making you laugh, makes you uncomfortable.

And somehow he finds joy in giving us all loads of work. It's not the only project we're working on, dammit. We're already going out of our way to help you out. Isn't that enough for you?

Then there's the second in line. He's a new Filipino guy in the office. What I don't like about him is that he feels so chummy so quickly, calling me the nickname that only people who are already close to me use. He's a bit touchy-feely. And he smells. Yep. He's one of the first Filipinos I've met here who already smells like a Singaporean.

Eek.

And he also has tendencies of being soft. I wouldn't be surprised if he is gay.

This project is torture. It's cursed actually, with most people who have worked on it leaving the company.

If this is a punishment for me, I don't know. Maybe.

I just pray that I get pulled out from it. Cuz it just makes me dread coming to work.

God help me.

religion issues

After our office dragon boating training yesterday morning (which rocked by the way!) I met up with some friends to help with our friend who's getting married next year (Okay, so some of you may know her, but I might as well TRY to be anonymous about it hahaha)

Anyways, it was fun bonding over bridal magazines. It's almost every single girl's deam right?

But it isn't simple as it is. Unfortunately for my friend, there are some conflict in the religion issue. An age old problem I know but it sucks if you were caught in it.

My mom has always warned me (well, warn is a strong word -- more of reminded me) that whoever I date should be catholic. Well, I haven't really dated enough men to have a sample of various religions. I've only dated on who wasn't Catholic, and I don't even think it was technically a date.

But during mass this morning, I was thinking: Who am I to make sure that whoever I date should be Catholic when I am not exactly the most faithful person? Yes, I don't miss Sunday mass. I try to be good, but of course that is hard to do. I don't always listen to the priest's sermon. I am not always honest. I could be selfish.

I think I've been side-tracked lately. I should try to find some enlightenment.

selfish

i just found out that the guy who courted me the longest alreasy has a girlfriend.

Good for him really.

But it hurts my ego. Haha.

I warned you with my title.

But it's just been eight months since I officially ditched him!

(Don't disown me for being this selfish... hehe)

But he deserves to be happy, I know. I hope he has forgiven me.

And i wish him all the best.

i don't know how to get mad :(

I think I'm a perpetual martyr of some sorts. Even with people who did something wrong that may have hurt me, I would still forgive them. Even if they don't ask for forgiveness.

And even if a rift resulted from it, I would have that nagging feeling to make the first move to patch things up.

Sucker, eh?

Calling Professor of Bitchiness 101... can you give me a lesson or two?

I think I should stop being too nice.

kaput

I thought it was a subtle good move.

And it backfired.

I was hoping it was a sly enough way to remind him that "Hey, I'm alive. Here's your chance to make a move." But he didn't rise to the bait. Maybe "A Lot Like Love" has its lessons after all. He's only worth it if he makes the first move.

That "subtle" move became public (well, to several people) and they made a big deal out of it. A sure-fire way to scare him away.

So there goes my chance. Anyways, no harm really. Good thing I hardly know him.

So I'm back to nada.

my stupid mouth

I still haven't learned to answer properly to save myself.

This relates to a post of mine a few weeks ago... about the married man, the eligible men I met, etc. (Sorry, too lazy to hyperlink it)

Anyway, it's flooding back again, involving more peple. Let's just say maybe I said too much and myself too obvious.

Do me a favor and just wish the best for me okay?

Good luck to me.

saving for rainy days

Someone asked me why I still scrimp on some of my expenditures when I earn more than enough for my monthly needs.

Simple. I don't know how long I would be staying here. I can decide to fly back home in five years, two years or even next month. Or circumstances may come up that I would lose what I have. So better to get ready for the unexpected right?

And I still have financial goals for some investments and so on.

I have to admit my main extravagant expenditueres are my impulsive flights home. But I think I've compensated for those.

Anyways, take my friend. She has the motto that if you can afford it, why not? Her splurge sessions come more often than occasionally. So now that somethinghas come up, she has to save a bit more. If I were in her shoes I'd regret those past lesisurely expenditures. But nothing can be done anymore.

Just an anecdote to add. Yesterday, a former colleague (she's leaving for Bahrain) asked me if I was free for lunch, along with a couple other people in the office. She's already flying this weekend so I said, sure. She named a restaurant. I knew it was a bit pricey there. So we met her there. She ordered for all of us, an order which was more than enough. So of course I would assume she would pay. But when the bill came she split it into all four of us. I was silently outraged.

Now I should learn that I shouldn't take for granted that Singaporeans would be like Filipinos. I guess I should be glad Filipinos are a bit more generous than that.

Maybe I should take it easy a bit. But really, even if I watch what I spend, I still enjoy myself. It's just that people equate having fun with spending a lot.

Bot oh well, to each his or her own.

a lot like love

Sigh.

I just watched the movie and it's such a feel-good one.

I know it's tough exposing yourself to all these romantic movies (especially when you're single!) but I can't help it. It's okay to hope right?

And can I just share? My favorite scene was the New Year's Eve party when seconds before midnight Emily got all depressed and felt so alone when at the nick of time Oliver comes to kiss her.

And it wasn't an all-much movie. A modern-day "When Harry Met Sally", according to my friend. Realistic except for the fact that they're both beautiful,giving it a Hollywood appeal.

But nevertheless, it's a must watch!

credit

I try to be humble most of the time. But sometimes I still think that I should be given credit for my ideas or some of my gestures. But maybe that's the bratty part of me speaking.

Take for example recently. I was part of the team (actually there was just two of us) who came up with an Internet Garage Sale idea for the UPAAS. This guy and I brainstormed on ideas for logistics, etc. When I followed it up with him, he said I can leave it with him.

Then lo and behold, he emails everyone about the details of the Internet Garage Sale and makes it seem like it's his idea. (Actually, according to him, he thought of it long ago, but since I also came up with the same idea it gave him the push to go on with it.)

So there. My angelic side (the very small of it haha) is telling me to just be glad I was able to contribute in my own way. So what if the people don't know I was part of it? A person or two know that I was. So I guess that's enough for me.

a woman's insecurities

A few people from UPAAS were planning a trip to Pulau Tioman, Malaysia this weekend. Diving, snorkeling, wading, or just plain beach-bumming. For a while I considered going, even coordinating with the trip head (who happened to be the drunken married man I talked about before). But last minute I backed out, making the excuse that I was meeting my client that weekend. Which is true, don't get me wrong, but it would haven't been too much of a hassle for me to reschedule my meeting with my client.

So you may ask (You may also don't but I'm answering anyway) ... why did I back out last minute?

*drum roll please*

The main reason is that I feel I need to lose some weight before I wear a bathing suit again.

Yeah, yeah, sounds stupid. But when I ran the story with my gal cousin, she squealed, "Exactly! That's also the reason why I didn't join my friends a couple of weeks ago!"

So it turns out I'm not the only one. I doubt it's not only me and my cousin who considers that right?

What would have been the use of me spending the whole weekend, spending some money, when I won't feel comfortable with the way I looked.

And I vowed the last time I went to a resort that the next time I would go beach-bumming, I woudl be able to wear a bikini top. Hahaha.

Give me a few months. I'll try to make that come true :)

transparency

I've always thought I was tactful and subtle. This in relation to a previous post that I said that I didn't like some friends of my friends. It turns out that my housemate sensed that I was uncomfortable with a couple of their friends. Of course it was no use for me to deny it. In a way it's better for her to know so she would be more sensitive about bringing these people in our apartment.

She asked me why, I wasn't able to answer directly. How am I supposed to say, "Sorry, I find your friend jologs." That would be quite rude and she would realize I'm a certified snob :P

what to do?

Obviously, I've been trying to avoid work all day, as you can see with the number of posts I have for today haha.

Anyways, here's the deal. Let's say you're trying to be on a diet (stressing on the word TRYING). So once in a while your friends invite you to eat out. Usually with all of you working, it would be dinnertime. Now most of Singaporean food are greasy. I won't feel good if I have a salad with everyone else having their yummy mutton curry and naan.

And I can also just not go and save myself from eating what I shouldn't.

So what should I do?

It seems so trivial, but it's fun thinking about these small stuff when you don't want to think about work haha.

wanting what you can't have

Today, I signed up for another two years here in my company. Of course, there are some clauses like if my application for permanent residence gets approved, blah blah. And I'm not tied up with the company so bad. I just have to pay them back ten percent of one month's salary if I choose to leave before that two years.

It seems like such a big step, I know. Another two years, wow. Seems long, yet it isn't so bad if you take it in the length of your whole life. What's two years?

I'm trying to follow my brain here. Trying to be practical. I won't be able to realize my dreams if I choose to fly back home. I just can't have everything I want in one situation.

Funny how life works eh? You can't have it all.

... while I'm here I dream of being home... but when I was back home I dreamt of living a more exciting life.
... why does that slice of cake seem so good when you're supposed to be on a diet?
... why doesn't the guy you find cute seem not interested at you when the guy you want to avoid keeps on calling you?
... why won't these expensive stuff stop getting my attention?

Maybe I sound dissatisfied in this moment, but I'm happy where I am right now. But I'm human and sometimes material things tempt me.

I know that this mood will visit me once in a while, but I'd like to think I'm reaching my ideal life little by little.

me... a snob?

A couple of people have asked me after telling them my "jologs-magnet" story, how do I classify someone as jologs. Yes, I have defined it in my own terms in my previous entry, but my always reply is, "It depends on your level of snobbery."

So there. I have my snob tendencies. And it has been practised on two separate occasions these past few days. The first was with my "stalker". And the other has to do with the friends of my housemates.

Yeah, I know it's quite mean of me. Let me talk about these friends of my housemates. They're a married couple actually. My housemates met them over tennis lessons. Since then they have gone out several times. Two couples. Sometimes a friend of the married couple, a guy who lives in our condo, joins them.

I know these people. And I guess I'm not so interested in spending too much time with them.

First, the couple. It's the guy I'm not too comfortable with, actually. Aside from the fact that he keeps on selling me insurance (Can't you get the hint? I'm not interested!!!) he has this tendency of speaking in Singlish (Singaporean English) even with us Filipinos! And he's just been here for four years! And that isn't just his speech. His texting/ sms lingo has incorporated Singlish as well. Oh puh-lease! I perfectly know he can speak in Filipino. I know he doesn't have a hard time speaking it. So why?

The wife is okay. It's just that they're a package deal so there.

Then their friend who lives in our condo. He's a very good example of a guy who just wouldn't stop talking! And it just isn't talk, it's know-it-all talk. A reminder why I got turned off by one of my past persistent suitors. I don't want someone who talks more than I do. Somehow I don't think being talkative suits a guy. Well that's just me.

Okay then, I guess I am a snob in more ways than one.

googled!

I came across an article in the lovcal newspaper entitled, "Are You Googled?" And it pertains to the fact that your future employer can search you up in the net. Anyways, I typed in my name in google and two sites came out that actually pertained to me. The first was when my thesismate and I won second place in a design competition. And the second -- I had to laugh when I saw it -- was when I was conned (haha) by a few friends in college to act as muse for the college basketball team. Three years ago! I almost forgot that I actually did that. I swear, I was decently dressed in jeans and a normal top, but the muses of the other teams were in tasteless attires or lack thereof. So I don't know if I degraded myself to their level for that one day or hopefully I showed that our college was simple and classy. Haha.

deprived

There are times that I've become insecure with the incredible skinny local women here in SG (but in fairness, they lack in looks haha), and the white women who can get away with being plump. But of course that's generalizing. There are the in-betweens and the opposites.

As my previous post has shown, I'm a jologs-magnet. And if not that it takes either a bolero (and unfortunately taken) or a married and then-drunk (but is quite okay-looking) man to say I'm pretty.

But anyways, life still goes on. I'll try to be optimistic to think that I will find someone (eligible and not drunk haha) who will find me pretty. (kahit sabihin niya that it's my personality that makes me pretty hahahaha)

Cheers to me! :P