This reminds me: I actually went ahead to ask the receptionist this question, because I was hoping to get her to come up to me at the love motel itself:
How old are you?
To which she replied "Too much". If you don't get it, it just means that the question is, by its nature, too intrusive because it's an unspoken, but well-known rule, that the age of a female is a secret. So I couldn't proceed to the second question on my agenda, which is "So you wanna come up later?"
And to prove that I've been to a love motel, here are some pictures, complete with a video of the toilet light.
We spent two nights in a love motel in Busan. Besides the fact that there were occasional moanings from other rooms, doorbells ringing at midnight, and a rather erotically-lit corridor, it was quite a nice stay. Well, to be honest, almost anywhere is better than the motel in Sokcho. And in this case, the cost per night is only 10K won more expensive than the one in Sokcho. This means around 50 Singapore dollars a night. Quite a steal I'd say.
First up--a pack of condoms. They claim to have "3 premium condoms", but when we opened the box, there were only 2. Wonder where did the third one go..
I have no idea why the corridor is lit as such--it wasn't very bright with such lighting, and it didn't feel warm at all. It was just plain weird. Seriously. Just plain weird.
This is proof that Korea is a liberal society--these pictures of scantily clad ladies were placed immediately outside the love motel itself. I don't know what sort of conclusion about these pictures would you make, but I'm guessing that these are advertisements for prostitutes--you pick the picture, and you call a number (presumably on the picture itself, I didn't have the balls to pick any of these up).
Is it just me, or does the key look like a dick, complete with balls? Seriously, dude, I know my reproductive organ and how it looks like, you don't have to remind me of the male anatomy, that's the job of schools, not the job of love motels, thanks.
I like how they subtly bring out the heart-shape on the pillows. Yes 9 indeed.
The pink lights were a dead giveaway. I have no idea why we walked in--but to save some skin, we checked in during daytime and thus we had no idea that it has such interesting lights.
And here, my dears, is the video of the toilet light. I didn't complete one whole round of the lighting, it changes colour every 5 seconds after the first 10 seconds of random flashings, but if these were mood lights emulating discotheques, I'm guessing it succeeded.
-- 12/30/2010 02:41:00 PM
Weird much.
Feels good to be back in Singapore! It's been a tiring and emotionally-draining 15 days in S. Korea, and I'm still regarding this trip with mixed feelings, but one thing is for sure--it's good to be back (;
Finally, I can wear shorts and slippers and short-sleeved shirts to go out--a luxury that the punishing weather in Korea could not afford me (for the slow: it's winter there, and people usually do not want their peripherals frozen off).
Finally, I can eat food without worrying about running out of money.
Finally, A FIXED ROOF.
I've written down all the main events that happened in each day that I spent in S. Korea, and I'm wondering if I should blog about all of those in detail. I shall flip a coin...
...when I feel like it. For now, I'm still trying to absorb the fact that I'm back in Singapore. When I went to eat dinner at Compass Point just now with my family, I had difficulties breathing, because I couldn't believe I was back in Singapore. It was like wearing a new pair of spectacles--everything just seems so familiar that it becomes foreign and everything looks so sharp that they look fake.
Weird much.
-- 12/27/2010 09:38:00 PM
Christmas 2010.
So E and I were at Myeong-dong just now when we chanced across this bunch of teenagers giving out free hugs. There were some hot females there too, so what should 2 travellers do when given this hot tub of pussy and boobs to jump into?
We joined them.
And so we stood there in -14 degrees celsius, jumping around, waving our cardboards and exclaiming random stuff like "MERRY CHRISTMAS" (in English and Chinese), "FREE HUGS" (in English and Korean).
We met several Singaporeans and some Chinese who turned when they heard us shouting in Chinese.
It's really interesting. If such an event were to be held in Singapore, it is otherwise known as unlawful assembly, and rioting, and thus illegal.
I'm not a Christmas-sy person, but I got into the mood due to the free hugs thing. I really like crazy stuff. But Merry Christmas anyway (;
-- 12/25/2010 02:17:00 AM
Scary scary stay.
Yep, here are the pictures of the motel we stayed in. This is one freaky motel, even the exterior gives the creepy vibes one would get, familiar to crime scenes. This was taken at night (I think we were the only ones staying there).
And here's a big-ass key that they gave us. It's almost as if they gave us a dildo instead, except that we're both guys and thus, have no need for dildos (unless we like it up the ass, in which case we're probably homosexuals and thus have no need for dildos anyway). The big-ass key is placed beside our SKY phones for an objective comparison of how big-ass it really is, and it really is big-ass even when you compare things objectively.
Uhhh yep, that was truly me, drunk. It was terrible, I really had troubles concentrating on walking back to the hotel, and I think the people at Family Mart were talking about throwing me unceremoniously into the cold, cold, wintery night.
I can remember everything I did and said, and I can remember every response. Being drunk is not without its benefits though, because I remember scalding myself with hot water while making myself some beef noodles (cup noodles) and not feeling much simply because I was drunk.
The bad things were:
1) hangover
2) near-puking on the 2hr bus ride to Sokcho.
At Sokcho, we checked into a motel much like those haunted mansions. Or those mansions in which inhabitants are slowly killed off while Kindaichi takes his time to solve the crime. It's freaky, and the fact that the wallpaper of the owner of the motel's computer is photoshopped (almost as if those weren't his grandchildren, but stuffings of dead people) didn't help much. In fact, it didn't help at all, and if it were meant to help decrease the murderous aura, it had an effect bordering on a counter-effect--I didn't stay to read manga.
The stay was cheap though, 30K won, so....yea. We ended up barricading and sleeping against the door, because we didn't dare to leave the door unguarded. We didn't want to end up dead. We didn't want Kindaichi to fly over from Japan to solve our murder cases (in which case we're the ones murdered).
I'd upload pictures of the creepy-hotel when I get the chance to, don't worry, and I'd update this exact same post to make more sense.
And right now I'm typing from a Samsung laptop (bet my virginity that you've never heard of this brand of laptops before) in the posh-looking estate of E's friend. Her family is too nice omg (yes, E's friend is a female), the mother brought us to tour Ulsan for the whole day! I have no idea how can they be so nice seriously I don't deserve this, I didn't teach their child English for 2 months (E did, not me), I really don't deserve this and I should disappear from the face of the earth (of S. Korea at least).
Perhaps it's time for me to stop using their computer at least, and simply fade away into the bed, for a second day with this family who'd bombard us (or me at least) with their pleasantries and hospitality that would make any normal human being wilt =\
No, I'm not being ungrateful. I'm truly thankful to them for being so nice and all, but being fussed on is...too much, especially since we aren't really related to them. I guess I'd just have to get used to it.
Not having to pay for our meals and accomodation and transport is refreshing though, and much though this seems very materialistic, it's because we're running low on money and we don't really want to use the credit/debit cards at our disposal. The enormity of this favour is crushing me though =\
I AM DRUNK ON SOJU! I DRUNK 1.5 BOTTLES OF IT, AND I WENT TO HIT ON A RANDOM KOREAN GIRL WHOM I DON'T KNOW. IT'S A MIRACLE THAT I AM ABLE TO TYPE PROPERLY, BUT I THINK THIS ABILITY IS SEVERELY UNDERMINED BY THE FACT THAT I AM TYPING IN CAPS.
Shut up, I managed to make you laugh, and this is the end of the post. I think this is enough, thank you Shining Bar, I love you, thank you waiter, my stomach is burning, and I am going to sleep NAO!
Thank you, the guy at the counter, for being so patient with me!
Thank you, the girl at the convenience stall, for being so nice to me and conversing with me despite my obvious drunk state.
GOOD LUCK EDWARD! HOPE YOU GET LAID SOON!
The only reason why I am alive even when I am drunk, is because I love my parents and I want to be back with them.
I told myself "I must get home to see my parents" after getting out of Shining Bar. And so I am still aliveee! <3
OK GOOD BYE!!!111!!! CHECHEONG HAESAYO!
-- 12/15/2010 11:23:00 PM
More on this later, but for now, make do.(;
I think life as a backpacker is very interesting--you get to see things that life as a tourist generally doesn't get. Though backpackers are essentially tourists, the experience is...essentially different. Backpackers have to interact with the locals more (like when searching for ways to travel to whichever destination of choice), while tourists...tour. Tourists are brought to designated areas while backpackers can live life as locals (minus the job and boredom).
I don't want to blog too much right now because I didn't come on this trip to blog. I'd just say that it's very refreshing to be treated as adults in our own right, when we meet other Singaporeans who are touring with their families.
At the airport while waiting for our interconnecting flight, we met 2 Singapore families. We talked to the parents of these 2 families in our own capacity as teenagers and were accorded the same respect as if we're adults, of the same status as them. Now I won't go so far as to say that we've matured as a whole, but I'd like to think of this as quite...liberating?
Remind me to talk about the "Mum alliance" and other random stuff, complete with pictures. We stalked Fi at his hotel too, and I guess that's because I remembered his full name, yes, all 5 parts of his name. He's got a cute family and he's cute himself too, and him showing his familial side makes me even more moist than I ever was for him. =\
Oh, did you know? Korea is 1 hour ahead of Singapore. Singapore is GMT+8, and Korea is GMT+9, meaning when the time in Singapore is 8AM, it's 9AM in Korea. Now that I've narrated this difference in timezone to you, it's time for me to readjust my alarm clock to wake the birthday boy up later. OK, this is it. Buhbye, my imaginary audience, does anyone want to give imaginary orders to me to buy stuff for you back to Singapore?(;
And this just means that at 3.08AM, I should probably go to sleep now. The beer here is not as heavily taxed as it is in Singapore, and I love Korea now. The cold is...acceptable as long as you aren't wet, best to bring heat packs / buy them here, the locals are freaking resistant to cold (the females walk around in mini-skirts/hot pants, most fortunate for me), and there's a proportionately higher amount of hot girls than in Singapore (because some Korean girls are so ugly they pass off as guys, thus escaping this statistic of mine).
TIME TO SLEEP. I'm sleeping with my socks on, there are heatpacks attached to my sock, I'm sleepy, and really, seeya'll soon.
-- 12/14/2010 01:48:00 AM
Will come back in One Piece.
I'm actually quite fucking scared for the trip. Seriously. It'd be a huge step away from my comfort zone (which is comfortably me, sitting in front of the computer 8 hours a day everyday). This is quite possibly the most exciting thing I've ever done in my whole life (for now) and I have no idea how to make myself feel better/less stressed out.
OK, I'll come back in One Piece.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I'd still be online throughout the course of 15 days though, and alternatively you can follow me on Twitter at:
...just joking. I'd never use Twitter.
I should go now. See ya'll (; and if you guys happen to be in S. Korea anytime between 12-27th Dec, feel free to email me, I'd stalk you if I feel like it~
-- 12/12/2010 03:15:00 AM
Perhaps.
"You can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever be...whelmed?"
-A very intellectual question in 10 Things I hate About you
There you go, guys. That's me, being a sleeping beauty, minus the sleeping part. That's what swept me to becoming a contestant for the much-coveted title of Prom King, and I especially love the boots-shorts effect. I can't stop loving myself, seriously. What's there to dislike about this picture of beauty with me being the centre of attention, as always?
This picture is uploaded here just to show that I did, indeed, choose Style 1. This would dispel any fears or skepticism of my balls, and I know you're all jealous of me and my ability to make people laugh WITH me, but that's fine--I can live with your jealousy and your much-inhibited life.
The above is my class, more or less. There are a few that are missing from the above family portrait (J you know I'm talking about you, bitch, now suck my cock) are missed. The tables we booked had gaping holes (OK, not THAT gaping, but still holes nevertheless) and it's most embarrassing when people walk by to see empty seats staring at them. Although admittedly I filled up those seats with my larger-than-life personality, it's still nevertheless most regrettable that they were not present at the scene. It'd have been a much better experience should everyone be present, because then I'd have more people to for me to practise target shooting at (I brought my Nerf gun, it just isn't featured in this picture).
Should I start going melancholic about how I'd miss my class or something?
Perhaps I should, now's a good time anyway, and my character is fighting Flesh Crawlers on Runescape with Kayle's Sling, training Ranged free of charge.
How should I start..?
I hated AJC after all, and my class is AJC-based. Would this dislike for AJC translate into a dislike to my class?
I don't think so. (:
There are several bad elements in the class, some things I can never stand, some things I don't want to admit, some things here and there, many things here and there, and I'm incoherent. No, I'm not drunk, I'm not overflowing with emotions, I'm just not sure what's appropriate to state and what's not.
For the most part, I do love the class dynamics. There's a good mix of people and there aren't anyone quite as outstanding, loud, and obnoxious as myself in my class. I was put in 17/09 to shine. I was made to shine and I didn't have to burn brighter here. I never had to compete with people for attention, and I could lap it all up as long as I wanted to. That's something I really appreciate because I'm such a whore for attention.
There are things that I don't like and could never bring myself to like, and these are the things that we all have to deal with as we grow up, so I can't fault my friends for these. It's living life, yeah, but I'd rather not live my life that way. But I do, and I can't explain why either. It just happens, and it just happened. I was more forthright back in Cat High. Is it the environment changing me, or age?
When I was in Malacca with my friends, my toddler cousin (she's 5 years old) was at the baby pool. I was lying around flexing my abs and getting a lot of female attention (and a sizable chunk of men's) when I decided I needed a break from all that superficiality and more of family time, so I went to the baby pool. She was alone there, with another boy and his father. I had an intellectual conversation with her, and it went like
Me: So K, are you bored here?
K: No, I'm not bored here.
Me: Do you want me to stay and play with you?
K: No, can you please play with that boy over there? -points- He's a very weird boy!
Me: Oh? -looks over tentatively and tries to avoid getting into a fight with the boy's father because I didn't want to end up gutting a father in front of his child-
Children are forthright because they don't understand shit and they don't know social etiquettes. I've lost both aspects of children. I understand shit, and I know social etiquettes (knowing and practising are different matters altogether).
Being direct...I miss that.
Have I grown up, or have I become someone I never wanted to be? Is becoming someone we never thought we'd be like, part of growing up?
Perhaps I should start writing emails to everyone whom I can't stand or whose practises I can't relate and can't appreciate. Perhaps. But it'd still be too little, too late, and still embarrassing nevertheless.
I guess this constant struggle and dilemma is part of evolution, and perhaps I'd evolve to someone better than I already am (which is technically speaking quite impossible seeing that I'm already perfect).
I know I'd miss my class though, despite all its weird practices and weird people with weird tendencies. I know. I just know.
Let's not be Type 2 friends? (:
And I'm going S. Korea soon. I decided that since there's this sudden spike of visitors to my blog, I might as well announce it before I fly off. I'd still get to post though, so your centre of universe (you, reading my blog) will not collapse. I'd be flying off on the 12th, and backpacking around and around and around, and flying back on the 27th (followed by a 3D2N camp).
I'd be running a huge debt to my parents and I'd be looking for a job. Incidentally, does anyone want some kind of tuition? I know I suck academically, but I know I'd rape your mind well enough to get you an A (if you're a secondary school student) for you examinations. Right now, I'm going to do you a favour by offering you my services in tutoring.
Remember though--You're not doing me a favour by paying me, I'm doing you a favour by offering my services (as quoted from Maddox).
Take me up at you own risk.(;
-- 12/09/2010 01:32:00 AM
AJC Prom 2010.
As things turned out, I chose Style 1 for "prom". Yep, that would mean me wearing Cat High school uniform. Although I did put on weight over the past 2 years, I didn't put on that much that I can't wear the sexy uniform, and the end product was neat. It'd have to be, seeing as I'm always neat and everything on me makes me/the thing neat, as I have a neat aura. OK I'm babbling, probably the lack of sleep.
Nothing really notable happened during the night itself...
...that'd be a lie.
My class was being complete jerks and they voted for me to be a contestant for the prom king. It was hilarious and definitely an exhilarating experience and all, but I was hungry and they were eating my food. OK fine they weren't eating my food, they were nice and left some for me, but that doesn't alleviate my state of starvation when I was up there on stage facing the glaring lights in my Cat High school uniform complete with an AJC tie.
The host (the DJ Daniel Ong) recognized me for the joker that I am -ego moment- and when he read out my name he was like "Alastair??" because I was previously making a lot of noise and he heard my masculine rawrs and heard my name from the aforementioned jerks that makes up my class.
My table was a very happening table--the prom queen was seated on my table too, and I was basically the rowdiest person in the immediate area of radius 300M. I shot my Nerf gun on my table and did other random stuff. OK I'm digressing.
So when I was on stage with the other contestants for the prom king/queen, the host asked the second contestant "Which part of your body do you like the most?" and I whispered (quite loudly) "The penis". The contestant heard it and exclaimed quite loudly "PENIS?" and it was a very awkward moment. I heard that the principal was hiding her face in shame. I am content.
My question was: If you were stuck on an island with only one other person, who has to be an AJC girl, who would that girl be?
My reply: I'd rather pick a guy, less awkward.
Him: But you'd be away from civilization, what if weird tendencies occur?
Me: I have my hands (;
Him: And what do you plan to do with your hands~
Me: Find food.
OK to be honest that is very lame but I'd think that my reply is the best out of the 5 guys voted to be prom king.
But I didn't even make it to the top 3, and why is that so?
One can't fight the system alone. I heard that a lot of people voted for me. With replies and prom clothes as epic as mine, who wouldn't vote for me? Tsk. But I never expected to win anything because I knew that when they say "teachers have 20% of the vote" I'm definitely out.
When they mean 20%, they actually mean everything, except that they want to appear watered down and that your views matter. We can't fight the system :c
But it was a fun, and not to mention expected occurrence (;
And the girl on our table won the prom queen as mentioned, making our table the hottest table (considering the fact that 2 contestants were from my table). Oh well, hot people always attracts hot people (;
One of my friends put into perspective that there is a difference between being "laughed at" and "laughing with". I understand this completely. And that's why I believe that people are basically laughing at me, but technically laughing with me. To the average person, he might be like "OMG this guy's a joke, he's wearing such clothes and is made a contestant for prom king LOLOLOLOL", and thus a "laughing at", but I'd rather think of it as "laughing with" because what went through my mind was "Ha, bitches, I'm the most outstanding simply because I chose not to be like the rest". Why am I such a joker? (;
I did find something disturbing--Dress sense. I'll leave this hanging, and drop a clue: I can't recognize anyone.
Now onto a more serious and...weird experience--Post prom.
We headed down to Butterfactory at OneFullterton, and the queue was so long it was a complete turn off. I was thinking of saving money and forgoing the whole "experience" thing when I realized that what I'd be experiencing is a lot of noise and body grinding. Sure, it's always a good wet dream scenario, the protagonist being surrounded by tons of girls and dry humping everyone of them whenever he can, and making out and just having Indiana Jones for hands (adventurous hands). It's a perfect wet dream scenario, but when conscious I realize that I don't want to put my dick in any STD-caked vagina. It is disturbing and I don't want that. I really don't want to have my dick wilt. It's a fine piece of muscle, and I don't want to lose it to any disease.
But I went in anyway, because of the promise of an entirely new "experience", and it was just plain boring. I was standing/sitting/stoning around watching everyone dance and wave at the girls on the poles to the loud noise that they call "music", and being slightly amused and disgusted by the proceedings.
OK, I am in no position to judge them. And to be honest, I do envy them. I envy their ability to lose control over themselves and thrust themselves into the flow of the event. I envy their guts to go around flailing their arms about in what they call "dance". I really do. I wanted to join them, but I couldn't find the guts to, and I wasn't drunk enough. I believe in the entire experience of something, and to do that you must join them. I wanted to join them but I couldn't, there were too many inhibitions, too many people that I know, too many things to look out for. I might if I'm alone.
Thus I cannot truly say that I don't like clubbing. How can I dislike something when I don't even know that something for what it is?
I admire their guts.
The music was really loud though and the people there can be quite complicated. I was very worried that stuff would be slipped into our drinks or belongings.
And just to put things into perspective, drinking is for the rich. One shot of vodka costs $13.
When we were ascending the stairs to the road, we saw this totally drunk dude running around making a lot of noise. The power of alcohol is that mind-controlling. How many girls are made drunk and then raped? Tsk tsk tsk. Another reason why I can't get drunk.
I need to start trying more potent stuff, cheap beer isn't doing the trick these days.
-- 12/07/2010 08:28:00 PM
"Building Balls."
I promise not to bore you with random mundane boring details of my trip to Malacca. But I can't help it--I know you're interested. So here's basically what I did there--I screwed around.
No, serious, I went on Casanova mode and on a rampage in Holiday Inn. Someone ought to tell me the difference between flirting and being sociable, and being excessively sociable.
On the second day (Saturday), we woke up early for breakfast, because breakfast is normally meant to be an early experience. I didn't experience much of breakfast though, or at least I experienced more heart palpitations than breakfast. And now, time for a rhetorical question--Why is that so?
Because there was this beautiful waitress walking around cleaning up and serving drinks. I was wondering if they served women and pussy juice and I was wondering how much hers would cost, when it occurred to me that it was supposed to be a buffet and thus, no additional cost. And since it should not cost me additional costs, she is, technically speaking, mine. And what should stop me from getting what's mine?
My balls.
In the face of beauty, I had only one response, and that's not me getting Indiana Jones hard. That's me being shy. And I completely went on a mimosa-mode and shied away and didn't smile nor make eye contact at her.
That was until my uncle enlightened me and freed me from my inhibitions. He simply turned around and talked to a bunch of girls behind us (one of whom was from ACJC, as stated on her shirt), and had quite a short conversation with them. He then turned to me and declared something like "Nothing much one what, be confident." And with those magic words, I did it.
I rose magnificently from my seat and sauntered to where she was clearing plates from. This conversation ensued:
Me: Hey, do you have Facebook? Her: Mmm...yea. Me: Can I add you on Facebook? Her: Mmm......OK. Me: So what's your name? Her: XX, Me: Oh, that's quite a common name, do you want to give me your email address so I can find you for sure? Her: Mmm...OK. Me: So can I add you on MSN along the way? Her: Mmmmmm....OK. (:
And so I got her email address and Facebook. Just at that moment, my aunt came down holding an iPad, and there was free WiFi there..
..so I went ahead to stalk her Facebook and show her her profile picture to confirm if that really is her
Me: Whoa, this is you right? Her: Yeaa -shy- Me: VERY PRETTY LEH. Her: -smiles abashedly-
SO CUTEEE.
My uncle joked about consultation fees for the lesson in "Building Balls", but I insisted in paying in ringgit to better suit the locality of Malacca, and he decided to dispense with such monetary reimbursements altogether.
At the lobby, there was a female Santa Claus, selling Christmassy stuff such as log cakes. I was quite intrigued with flirting with old, plump, bearded men, so I went ahead to help myself with her
Me: Hey, does Santa Claus have Facebook? Her: Ya. Me: Can I add Santa Claus on Facebook? Her: Can. Me: So what's your email address?
..and she complies. An easy win.
I want to hit on every female Santa Claus I see in Singapore. I hope my lesson in Building Balls can sustain me throughout the years.
Picture time~
This is where we stayed. Laksamana? Where's the laksa? For the ignorant, "mana" means "where".
I always thought such low-level grammatical errors can only be Made in China. I didn't find anything stating that this board was indeed Made in China, but still, this is quite....interesting.
Such irony. It's "Open", but locked. Thanks for the helpful and most illuminating sign, perhaps they should consider reading the sign from the outside of the LAN shop than from the inside of it.
This is quite..self-explanatory I guess. It's very ironical to give students incentives to drink, perhaps this is a subtle hint for children to be more filial and bring their parents out for drinks at this karaoke place?
So...anyone low on sperms? My father informed me that "Tongkat" means walking stick, and "Tongkat Ali" was named as such because the root of the plant is long enough to be a "tongkat".
This is one of the more humorous pictures I've ever taken in my life. If you can't read it, don't worry, it's the bad camera and general dimness of the place that's causing you problems with reading it, not a defect in your monitor/eyes. It reads: FOR SALE, 50RM. PLEASE CONTACT MR. FUCK. This was pasted on a person's car--At Jonker Street. Here's a background story--At Jonker Street, roads are closed during the night on weekends, and everybody sets up shop outside their own shops. It's kind of like pasar malam, except on a bigger scale. This car got in the way of a stall, and the owner didn't come back at all. I think this is quite a good way of dealing with such nonsense drivers--At least they didn't key it/smear shit all over it.
A nice view of the sea from the hotel:
And this is just random, but can you see a fly stuck in the butter+kaya on the bread? My cousin spent some time agonizing over the fact that she lost that nice thick portion of food.
I cannot relate to Malacca, or Malaysia at all. I really really don't understand how the Chinese there work. I feel this sense of pride whenever I see a car with a Singapore car plate, because that car plate is a sign of solidarity--He is one of ours.
I cannot relate to Malaysian Chinese, because I have a friend who doesn't understand Chinese at all despite being Chinese herself. She does understand dialects though, and when I asked my father about it, he said it's entirely possible that people from the KL region and Northwards don't understand Chinese, but dialects.
That's something not reflected in Singapore--It's increasingly rare to hear teenagers using dialect. And from what I've heard or was made to read about, Malaysia doesn't seem that racist altogether. Perhaps it is, but I didn't feel it to be that way. It just seemed..quite OK. Perhaps it's because Malacca consists of mainly Chinese people.
Then I started wondering if I was born a minority group, would my values be different? Would I feel marginalized? Would I be racially discriminated against?
It got so painful and depressing that I went ahead and drank a lot of alcohol. Of course I didn't get drunk, but the general sentiment was that I got a bit red in the face and had slightly disoriented movements. That didn't stop me from going back to the lobby upon receiving information that Miss Santa Claus was there.
I still had problems going up to her to talk to her though, it was after being dared (several times, mind you, I don't really get dared into things to assert my balls most of the time) to talk to her that I did it. I had quite an interesting conversation with Santa Claus (who was already in home clothes and not in that ridiculous(ly sexy) outfit), and barely 3 sentences into the conversation she asked me to speak in Chinese instead, to which I complied.
It's really interesting how...segmented a country can be. There was my friend who couldn't speak Chinese in KL, and there was this new-found friend who'd prefer me speaking in Chinese than in English.
Size does matter. Singapore is too small to be so segmented. And that's probably why we managed to survive anyway--there's not much to salvage, not much to make sure of surviving.
And that's why I treasure Singapore.
-- 12/05/2010 11:24:00 PM
6 Styles of Impressive Dress-codes.
I don't get this huge rush to get pieces of fabric for "prom". Some of you may not know it, but the full form of the word is "promenade", probably where that MRT station name came from.
But that's not the point, I didn't set out to define the word nor would I want to, simply because I don't wish to deal with semantics.
I just..don't really get why this much trouble one would take to doll herself up. I'm just going to assume that every guy who bothers putting on make-up, wearing their "Sunday's Best", and taking an extra effort to make himself "appear presentable" is inherently female and thus should donate their balls to Hitler.
Buy prom clothes? Seriously? Whose money are we talking about anyway? For the ignorant, only 11.8% of teenagers (15-19 years old) work. Out of this 11.8%, how many are from JC-s? Very little, I daresay. Very few JC students can devote time to practical stuff like "getting employed".
Sure, I may sound like a hypocrite seeing as I live in excess at times, but I think that money well spent is money...worth spending. What's the point in prom clothes? You won't wear them ever again, because it's against societal norms to wear the same dress twice (at least for another prom). Oh, what's that, you said that you're fine with wearing the same thing twice? Then wear what you wore in your previous prom and not bug your parents for money for the same issue.
Electrical bills are stuff that we cannot avoid. We pay such bills periodically. We treat them like cancer, and we pay money to get rid of such cancers. We'd rather not pay them at all, because it's something constantly nagging at us. If, for every prom, you're buying a new prom dress, aren't you becoming a cancerous teat in your family in every sense of that phrase?
I'm not spending my parents' money on something as superfluous like "prom clothes", simply because I don't want to waste their money. On a deeper level(yep, I'm actualyl a very profound person despite my lack of clothes, have you ever seen a sage dressed richly?), I live by a saying that goes something like "One builds his confidence on clothes". I definitely don't need any source of confidence other than my undoubtedly huge dick, and seeing as I do have a huge dick, I don't need clothes to build my confidence.
Oh, you're wearing very nice clothes? Big deal(do). Move on, I have a bigger dick than yours, and I don't need to wear clothes to make up for anything that I might be lacking in, seeing as I don't lack in anything. It's seen that men driving sports car are driving sports car to make themselves appear important, to make up for not being well-endowed. The same can be seen for prom. The nicer you dress, the smaller your dick is. This car example resonates with my clothes analogy very well, and it can be exemplified by this pick-up line:
"You know how some men buy really expensive cars to make up for certain, well, shortages? Well, I don't even own a car…"
I really really don't understand what's wrong with people these days. Is it your money? Should you be providing another source of bills for your parents, which could be totally avoided? Your parents take a huge chunk of money simply keeping you online, paying your Runescape membership(never did, I get my friends to treat me, and I often succeed because my charisma is worth that much), paying your phone bills, credit card bills, food, food you eat outside with friends, et cetera. You have warm water to take your shower in (an excess I like to deprive myself of), a broadband connection to exploit, availability of pornography at your tips. All paid for by your parents, who probably can't watch porn seeing as you're already using the computer/watching porn.
Why burden them further by throwing in this flippant way of treating clothes? Wear once and it's over, and you can't wear it again? Wao.
So this post is for the real men out there who share the same sentiments as me--Leave the vanity to the women, they conform to societal expectations (set by females themselves, not even us). We live our way, and live it messily.
Alastair Proudly Presents: 6 styles of clothings to suit your Prom Night!
Style 1: Wear your Secondary School uniform. Seriously, to hell with whichever JC you're in (unless you're in an IP school, for which I know you'd choke for the lack of experience of the world). If you're from Cat High, what better way to steal the limelight by wearing your green shorts while others are wearing long, formal, boring pants?
Style 2: Wear your CCA-based clothes. Yep, show off every damned achievement you've made in your CCA, be it your marksmanship badge, your past physical fitness badges, et cetera. Everything, pin on everything. If you're from a uniformed group, you'd excel in this style. If you're a diver, turn up in a diving suit complete with an oxygen tank. At least then you'd have an excuse not to go waltzing around the dance floor as a "prom" would suggest.
Style 3: Wear pajamas. It'd indicate your lack of interest in the proceedings, and an "I don't give a fuck" attitude to each and every proceeding. It'd make you stand out too. And you can always sleep in the lobby of whichever hotel your school is holding the prom in. Best worn by persistent sleepers in class. I'm contemplating this one. Just turn up and mumble something about "I thought it was supposed to be a slumber party...zzzz...." and make it past whoever stands guard against petty crimes like visual pollution and general sloppiness of clothes.
Style 4: Dress up as random animals. Remember the furore caused by the bin-foraging bear? You could cause one too, except that it'd be funnier. Why stop at bears? You can be a penguin (and take all the foods made from fishes), an orang-utan(eat all the salad and bananas), a pig(SWILL), or whatever, it's your choice. Again, a good reason to avoid waltzing around--you can't move like an animal unless you're made of Lion-stuff like myself, and even then I failed being ninjcat.
Style 5: Home clothes, complete with slippers. Now people would try to stop you for being such a sociopath, but if you're truly a sociopath, you won't give a shit. Are you sociopath-ic enough?
Style 6: By far, the most boring. Wear whichever uniform you have been wearing for the past 2 years. Serves the same purpose as Style 1, except more boring seeing as it's 1) long pants, 2) something everyone is accustomed to.
Why am I coming up with so many novel ideas for prom? Simply because I find it ironical that people always complain about having to wear uniforms in school, but they always try to enforce this idea of uniformity through chaotic fashion during Prom.
By wearing such commonplace clothes in an uncommon situation, you'd naturally outshine and outlast all the other contenders. Oh, you spent $500 on all that clothes and accessories? Too bad, girl, I stole all the attention you might have gotten while vying with the other boring conformists, armed only with my school uniform--SOMETHING YOU ALREADY HAVE.
Everyone tries to dazzle others, and everything becomes so blinding that something dull becomes striking in its own right. It's up to you to see things whichever way you want, but trust me, people would stare at whoever follows any of the 6 styles above.
Simply because it reflects huge balls and the fact that the practitioner of one of the 6 styles is a complete social dick.
But all this focus placed on prom dress codes raises this one question: Why? Why this endless pursuit for glamour, vanity, and "presenting your best side"? People bother, because clothes is a mark of wealth, and wealth is an indication of social class. If you're able to dress well, you're probably from a well-to-do family, and thus, worthy of mating. People thus "present their best side". Even just once, people want others to see that they are capable of much appeal, that they "could if they wanted to".
Don't lie to me about this. There's no way around this. Everyone just wants to present themselves as more appealing, more worthy than the rest of mating. This behaviour has been around ever since the start of time, and it will never disappear. And you'd never admit it.
And remember, romance is transactional, the destination is more important than the journey, and your actions sometimes reflect a subconscious bigotry you'll never admit to.
Ditch this bullshit, I don't need to make myself more appealing. Anymore and everyone would try to blow me, and that'd suck. I have a lot of sperm to spare, but that doesn't mean I'd waste it on just anyone.
And with this Biology MCQ, 2 years of my life in AJC has reached a conclusion. I really don't know why I hate AJC. The teachers aren't bad at all. Is it the stifling school compound? Is it because the school is too small? Is it because the uniform is too dull? Why? I don't get it myself. I just don't like the aura the school gives off. I had this general dislike towards AJC the first moment I stepped into it, but alas, that first moment was when I've already made my choice to go AJC (I never went for the openhouse, I couldn't be arsed). I am quite touched by the fact that my teachers never gave up on me despite my obvious indifference to academic subjects, and general laziness of the ass. I am truly grateful to the great teachers of AJC.
But this marks the end of the A levels too, and with that, the time I'd get to spend with the Chief Presiding Examiner (CPE).
So after Biology MCQ, I made my friends wait with me for the crowd to clear in the hall, so that I can complete what I dared myself to do.
A teacher from AJC, who is also an invigilator, was switching off all the lights in the examination hall when she turned around to ask us questions like "what are you all doing here?"
The conversation with that teacher went something like this
Teacher: What are you all doing here? Go and celebrate lah.
Me: Well I uhh want to ask the CPE some questions.
Teacher: Oh? What questions do you want to ask her?
Me: Um...I want to ask her to add me on Facebook.
Teacher: Whoa, why? You're interested in her?
Me: Uhh...no lah, I just want to, uh, -blushes- experience how it feels like asking a random person for her Facebook...-blushes even more-
Teacher: Oh. Ahahaha I see, good luck (;
Heartened by that, I went and did it. It went something like
Me: CPE CPE I want to ask you a question.
CPE: Huh what?
Me: Can I add you on Facebook?
CPE: No? NOOO NO NO NO NO.
Me: BUT WHY NOT?
CPE: I DON'T ADD STUDENTS!
Me: But I was, technically speaking, never your student! And besides, I'm not a student anymore!
CPE: NOOOOOO!
-heartbroken-.
Well but she was highly amused. Makes everything worthwhile (;
I'm pretty sure she felt flattered, and I'm glad I made her day special~
When she left the school gates, I wailed out something like "BYE BYE, I WILL MISS YOU". I'm pretty sure that'd leave some lasting impression she'd have on AJC. And I'm glad I'm the one who would make it into her memories and dreams.
Sometimes, the things I do surprises even myself.
-- 12/02/2010 08:06:00 PM
10 things I hate about you.
Patrick: Cameron, do you like the girl?
Cameron: Yeahh..
Patrick: And is she worth all this trouble?
Cameron: Well I thought she was..but you know, I...
Patrick: Well she is or she isn't.
-pause-
Patrick: See first of all, Joey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it.
-10 things I hate about you
Yep, that's right, I spent quite some time watching this movie from 11 years back. I read about it once in the newspapers a few days back when they were talking about films revolving around teenagers. It gave this film, 10 things I hate about you, quite a good review, and I was again reminded of this film when this showed up in Youtube when I was searching for "Can't take my eyes off you":
I won't bother to embed it, you can watch it at your own discretion if you want to know what pulled me to watch this movie in the first place. It is something that I'd love to do if I could, not that I have any particular target audience, but because it's crazy and epic enough for me to want to do. It does give people the incentive to get to know symphonic band majors or any other CCA heads of the same genre though. I mean, either that, or bribery, and I don't have money =\
But then again, to be honest, if that aforementioned video served as a trailer, I was sorely disappointed. I was looking forward to many more epic stuff as exemplified in that video, but alas, I was sorely disappointed to find that such scenes were few and far between (only that one).
But still an interesting movie nevertheless, and what better way to spend an afternoon watching a movie instead of studying for the last paper? At least it takes my mind off things, and slates my thirst for movies. The plot was OK, perhaps slightly below OK, seeing as it's a film largely about teenage romance, but the humour injected and many innuendos made makes the 97minutes worth it.
Oh and for you Inception fans, Joseph Gordon-Levitt starred in this movie. I'd admit that he's cute <3
There's a certain ringing in my ears though, the $2 earphones from Daiso hurts my ears. I think they'd hurt anyone's ears. I promise not to use my earphones for another 3 days, as a form of cool-down for my ears to rest and rejuvenate from shitty-quality earphones.
(I originally bought them to watch and listen to porn without fearing that I'd wake people up.)
Oh and if you're wondering about why the movie is named as such, it's because the female protagonist, Kat (or Katherina) read out a poem with that same title, and it went:
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car, I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close,
not even a little bit,
not even at all.
(I was counting the numbers of "I hate" when she was reading it out.)
Awwww so cheesy, not to mention that it's logically inconsistent. But yea, that's just for you to know that that's why the film is named as such.
And if you're finding the name "Katherina" familiar, it probably is because it is supposed to be familiar, if you've read The Taming of the Shrew. The film is based loosely on that play, so you can expect her to have a sister named Bianca (tick).
And here's a sudden random thought:
You can't stick your neck out for someone who already has other people sticking their necks out for. The receiver of that many necks don't need, and can't appreciate, another head lopped off.