Monday, 20 October 2014

Can I get this?

You you are definitely getting really old when all you want for birthday is nothing.
No, wait, let's see...

No, really nothing.
Aaahh money, gimme all your money.

Ok, so here's a really desperate attempt to save my childhood by putting up a wishlist~ Oh my!
(unfortunately that doesn't mean I pick a bunch of pink plushes or glitter pens, too - Mission failed)

for a grown-up and disillusioning start a little riddle involving very much logical adult thinking:
winter is coming, I don't own any serious scarf since I grew out elementary school, it's going to be cold I NEED A SCARF

pictured: Acne Canada grey melange
A white shearling black leather moto jacket that is.
The ONLY jacket I like so far, cuz really I'm a coat-addict.
But I'm obsessed with this jacket.

pictured: Acne Velocite
I don't need another bag. But I wouldn't say 'No' to this classic, yet girly pop of colour to make monochrome less monochrome.

pictured: The Cambridge Satchel Company Satchel in Peach Pink
Another thing I don't need. Perfumes are still too adultly for me. But after my friend and I pinpoint this fragrance to be like the flavour of avocado shake, I think IF I'd were to express my youthfulness with a scent, it would be Daisy.

pictured: MARC JACOBS Daisy Eau de Toilette
Lastly, a wish that counts as a child's wish: these absolutely stunning shining silver brushes by Queenie Chan (my idol). Also 'The patented handle is made of aluminium and it can be used for facial massage' for some of them.

pictured: SO brushes by SO by Queenie Chan

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Give Love

Give Love - Akdong Musician
A little something I recalled during last night!
First of all paiseh for being so self-absorbed all the time , I really should blog about Ebola or Jonghoon, but alas, this space is only intended for me, me and me.

The reason why the degree of self-absorbed shit varies is because I think I spam 90% of it on twitter. Which is not good. Takes away my blogging material.
So I will stop writing so much on twitter but more here.


So I remembered that -
Ok really damn paiseh, let's pretend this happened really a long time ago. Really long time. Like the life before last
Or better we will pretend that it didn't happen yet. Maybe in 6 lives it will happen. (But I'm in my 8th life now so I can still talk in the past form).

A and I were sitting on a certain bridge. With a friend.
We were wearing heels and sitting on this higher (and wide) platform thing which spans along the bridge.

You know climbing up that platform is no biggie with heels. You just jump and then prop yourself with your hands/arms and turn around (or if your arms are too weak/ you can't jump high enough you 'climb' along the wall a bit, works with heels). I know a shitty explanation, just imagine how you get out a pool (without a ladder).

The problem is when you want to get down. You have to jump. But how would risk to jump down with heels? Confirm break your ankles!!!
You could put off your heels of course, but that's really too much + the floor also kinda dirty.

Ok, so this friend helped my friend down (I don't think any of us agreed to have him help us despite having no other option to get down).
The thing with me is - people who know me for some time know it - I can't be touched anywhere around my waist.
I am sensitive as fuck there. I will scream, gasp very loudly and dramatically or maybe the worst gasp-moan (which hasn't happen in a long time /touch wood).

So let's say you are my friend (female) and a guy would help you down this platform. How?
Of course the guy will have to grab you around your waist and lift you down right?
I was wearing a crop top. But hey! I survived being lifted down, that's not what I wanted to talk about.

The thing is that when I 'touched down' I fucking stumbled
Which to this date I find very embarrassing. Like my friend (at least seemed to) landed fine with no problems. The way it should be. He lifted her down and there she stood. From A to B.
I absolutely too stupid to stand. How could I not manage to just keep my feet straight so that I could be placed on the ground just like that?!
Maybe that was due to the suddenness of being forced to be grabbed at my waist and lifted down.

Then yesterday night I noticed that actually the girl stumbles. Right? The girl always stumbles! And then fall against the guy's chest somemore.
Luckily that didn't happen due to my quick reaction and my embarrassment of not being able to simply stand.

But the point is, it is - in a twisted way - not right if I had stood firmly, but I should have rather dunno fainted hahahahaha.

I find it funny that it seemed so absolutely embarrassing to me at first, but now I realize, you can also see it differently.
Some girls stumble on purpose what? (I'm thinking Sailor Moon) (I love Rei + Mamo-chan).
In stories it might seem somewhat romantic, but in real life it is very unglam I mean stumbling is not gracious.

To end this ridiculous entry a scene from the making off of Akdong Musicians Give Love MV:
the girl has to act like she's tripping out of that merry-go-round carriage oh-so-accidently into her crushes arms~ aahh~
but she just can't ㅋㅋ very cute!
And that proves that I am right, stumbling is desirable! My life is like a music video! All girls should stumble!!

Chu, Ailing

Monday, 13 October 2014

the club

Just two pics I took while staying at The Club Hotel.
I find the colours and the gadgets funny.

We Are Handsome 'The Pantera' beach towel, MICHAEL Michael Kors phone wristlet

Saturday, 11 October 2014


Let's see if I can blog with a tablet. 
Over the weekend I'm at my parents' and now I realize that I have nothing to do.
Except that I can blog. (or sleep)

An unsettling story.
Came up with this shit the other day.

Once upon a time there was a boy. Everyone loved him as he was always laughing and made people laugh with his cuteness. Although his family was poor he was a happy child.
But he couldn't do very well in school, because unfortunately he wasn't very smart and finally dropped out. On that day he tried to find a job, but nobody wanted to hire him because he had no degree. 
Weeks past and still the boy didn't manage to find work. He started to drink and wasted the little money he had left gambling. 

The old restaurant owner of the small restaurant not far from the boy's house pitied the boy. He was still young and shouldn't waste his life.
One day he went to offer the boy to become a dishwasher at his restaurant. Not that he necessarily needed one or could really afford it, but he just wanted to give the boy something to do. 

Once the boy started to work he was changed. He stopped drinking and doing nonsense all together and became the best and most responsible employee of the old man. Although he only washed the dishes, he took extreme pride in his job and always gave his best. All the other workers there, the old woman at the bar, the granddaughter of the old man who was a waitress and even the dog who was always lying next to the entry, everyone was fond of him. He was not very clever, but very cheerful and nice to everyone and had other good qualities as well, like being very modest.
Often they would tease him, 'Why don't you buy new shoes huh? You want to save money until become millionaire?' But the boy just smiled and didn't answer.
It was true that he didn't spend the little money he earned for anything. He didn't need much as he had always been poor. Food and drinks were already provided by the good people at the restaurant. 

Time past and one day as the boy looked at all his savings he found that he had to give back something to the old restaurant owner to express his deep gratitude. 
He worked harder than ever and it became his greatest wish to repay the old man, who was good to him.

He started to brood on a good present for him, something that would be useful and make his life easier. 
Then finally the boy had saved enough money to buy the present he had thought off. 
He went to the big department store and returned with a dishwasher. 

Yes I know the story is very retarded. 

Talking about money. 
A few months ago I ordered this lamp. Well those who read that certain blog entry know that I'm obsessed with neon lights.
I bought 3 Seletti neon letters - XXX. As Seletti does designer,  the letters are seriously overpriced. One costs around 55 but you also need a transformer for around another 55 bucks. This would make my lamp 200+ already. 
But I got mine for around 130 only as I chanced upon this offer by monoqi. Or not.

Cuz that was end of May. And the lamp was supposed to be shipped around the beginning of July. 
Well, nada. I mailed and spammed their Facebook without any reply. I cursed them on twitter to no avail.
I filed a report in PayPal. 
Finally someone responded telling me they would send my parcel. It never arrived (I think it either doesn't fit into the PO box thing or idk I didn't went to pick it up because I never received a SMS to do so). Anyway the status of the tracking never was 'received', so eventually PayPal returned my money. 
At that time I couldn't care less, since I also didn't want the lamp anymore if it's really so troublesome. 

Then suddenly mid September I receive a mail from the shop telling me they shipped the parcel but it got returned and if my address was correct or do I want to change it.
Of course I change one lar,  can get the lamp for ZERO money! (I was staying at my parent's so change to their address).
They send again, but it also never arrive! Fucking unable can?! I message asking whether tracking lags (read 'shipment order received' or so forever) and they tell me it was returned again and they gave me wrong tracking number also.... ccb
So yes the lamp was shipped out again and this time I finally received it. wtf

But I got for free la so actually cannot complainㅋㅋ
A 200 bucks lamp for fucking free!!!!
Next week I ask my bro to mount for me! Woohooo~
Shall take pics.

Talking abt my bro, he actually made me change my fb do pic! 

Thursday, 9 October 2014

Wao lao! The title so drama one!
Just a quickie before I off to school!!! (OTL)

My entries get more and more self-obsessed... But that's exactly the point isn't it? (omg what's w this friggin point...)

Anw, ytd night I have been thinking about one of the many points which don't make me very feminine (aka shu nu!).
For one my annoying deep and loud voice and the many un-nice terms I knock out every two FUCK.

Then, different from my girl friends, I don't easily cry.
I actually never cry.

Who of my friends saw me cry? (Actually all, since I don't have many, but yeah... they have been with me for 10+ yrs, soo)

But how often? ONCE
(if you don't count A. who knows me as a malicious, spoiled brat who cried every day at least thrice)

But I'm talking crying about sad or scary thing?!
No, Sir, not me.
(I did tear up/ half cry during Troy and I'm still on the verge of tearing up (only!) whenever Priam goes to seek Achilles)

Here are the two occasions on which I cried publicly:
The 5 of us were staying in a dance camp at that time. (long time ago).
We actually lived in a apartment kind of place, with 3 bedrooms.
I and a friend stayed together, then well, Cy and another friend T., and one of our friend stayed alone.

Cy somehow didn't like to stay w T that one night and wanted to stay w me. So in the evening everyone kinda gathered at my room, except for T.
She was kind of angry or so and I don't remember what she did.

We talked random crap for a very long time when we noticed that T had been in the bathroom for quite a while and flushing water.
We asked her what she was doing I think, but she didn't really reply or so, just asking us to leave her alone, or said nothing... idk sth like that.
(I guess we might have been loudly whispering about what she was doing)
After more time passed and she was still in the bathroom we started to worry and asked her to come out, which she refused to do.
But she would laugh madly. Like really crazy. The crazy witches in the movies cannot quite laugh as mad as she did.

I started to panick and told everyone if they had noticed that in the last days her laughter had change, from normal to gradually getting more and more maniac. (That is true!)
The others agreed and I (being a stupid pre-teen) started to say that maybe she was changing into a witch. That in reality she was sth evil or so (siao I know, forgive me!)

The other girls also started to panic and one of us cried. We told her not to cry and that there must be sth very normal going on. After a while she calmed down.
But T was still in the bathroom acting weird. And we worried a lot.
Somehow another of us cried. We all pacified her while demanding her to come out.
Again the second friend stopped to cry and we all kinda continued with our girl's talk, while still being very confused about T.

Finally the 3rd friend cried (Note: I was nowhere near crying, though scared nonetheless. But I just don't feel any 'reason' any 'urge' to cry. Like ok, I'm scared, but cry? Far away from crying! While all my friends cried already!!).
I think we all told T. sth like, 'T. come out! We are all v scared of your behaviour! Look, Cy is crying!!' But T. wouldn't listen.

Then suddenly she jumped into out room, her face distorted, screaming!!!!

We freaked out like mad, ran out to find the older girls, yelling and trying to explain to them what happend all at the same time.
Finally our dance teacher came to find T.

She told us that T. was crying and that we should all go to bed.
We went back to our dorms. But still gathered at my room.

Now, suddenly when everything was over. I kinda break down and cry! DAFUQ?!
Very siao right? Suddenly cry cause of nothing.... Tsk.. Drama much...

The 2nd time was only recently (thus this blog entry). God, before I didn't cry in like 10 years or so!!!
So we were saying goodbye at the airport.
My friend, A was already very near crying as we drove there, telling me that she had a lump in her throat.

Ok, I felt nothing. I know I wouldn't cry, just like when you want to buy bread and why should you cry?
I know this was goodbye, that we had a wonderful time, that I will miss my friend and like them very much and yeah... facts. Like, heck facts, nothing else....
Ok, wait I felt terrible. But really ok, mentally yes, but also and more present - physical pain. Like sick and cannot breath (I have breathing problems during sensitive moments)
But hell, no crying, feel nothing near to crying.

My friend started to silently cry into her hoodie. She buried her face in it and we just knew she was crying. The others were comforting her. I felt nothing. Really.
Ok, A got a grip and she said to me, 'Ok, let's go'.

That kind of triggered it but, no! Not yet!
Someone made a joke, I half laughed half cried. I think if anyone noticed the half crying part at the moment, they must think I totally crazy already.
I had to make the laugh kinda loud and hysteric to literally laugh down the crying.

Bla bla a few minutes later she said it again 'Let's go! (and as I'm writing this I'm feeling the pain... eargh)
This time, although I wanted to silently cry like A. I totally couldn't!!
Do you know it when you start to cry you and you have no air inside your lungs (breathing problems) you have to take a deep breath otherwise you idk... suffocate?
I guess this doesn't make any sense, so I just had to breath in. But couldn't do so quietly, since I needed so much air to breath in and I had to cry haha
So finally I breathed in, it fucking sounded very dramatic I guess and then it was too late and I was sobbing my heart out hahahaha

Like I was not tearing or crying I was weeping somewhat loudly.
Until I calmed down then when we really left I burst out again. Very short only.

This makes me wonder about how easily and how often people cry.
I certainly don't cry often when sad.

I rather cry when I'm angry. When I'm angry I'm bursting out with tears any time (I actually 'cried' only a few days before cause of my very charming parents messaging me with fucking tasks while I'm on the other side of the globe. But that I can do silently!
During times when I fight often with other people I also 'cry' very often. Not because I especially sad or so, I just can't stop it.

On the other hand, I guess when people cry while fighting it is also some kind of sadness?
Sadness that the other party doesn't understand you, or doesn't want to understand you, that they treat you unfair and don't care for you at all. That you can't make them understand!
Something like that...

Oh I suddenly remember, actually I started to think about 'crying' when I watched Jessica and Krystal's reality show and Jessica said that both of them don't cry when sad, but only when angry...
Ok, that's it.
Chu, Ailing

Monday, 6 October 2014


Unfortunately... most unfortunately I cannot hate on disabled people in humongous electric wheelchairs who use public transport.
But I do.

Of course they are as entitled as anyone to use buses or trains (hey! they don't seem to use trains WTF), but it is so goddamn annyoing!!!

The extra effort the bus drivers have to make in order to heave them and their fucking wheelchair in - and out.
And the inconvenience caused to all the other passengers...

Today I was driving home after a kinda long day.
It is autumn, thus somewhat cold, but then again today was quite sunny, thus warm.

I was tired because of both and just wanted to enjoy some peace until I reach home.

A fat (yes, that matters) older, unkempt (yes, that matters, too) disabled woman in an electric wheelchair also got inside the bus.
And after her a grandma with a rollator (I hate those! Do they even make sense?!) entered and her rollator's wheels got entangled with the back wheels of the electric wheelchair, which woman 1 (W1) only parked half-way intelligently. Means, she parked very space-consuming and not neatly along the window.
So of course when the grannie wanted to squeeze into the too-tiny space behind W1 she pushed her rollator into the wheelchair.
With the obstinacy and lacking motor abilities of precisely a grandma she fought a silent fight with W1 whose back she was facing.
So W1 of course didn't get anything of that (and couldn't care less I guess) while she kinda tried to manoeuvre her fucking sensitive (not) wheelchair into a better position - in vain.

And all that while an Arab family with 3 young kids and a buggy with another kid were waiting outside to get in.
Which they even managed.

That makes 3 people with a vehicle in a vehicle.

It is plain ridiculous how space-consuming and absolutely nerve-racking it is to take public transport when you are so immobile!!!

A few stops later another person with an electric wheelchair wanted to enter!

Of course the person can't enter by himself, he needs the bus driver to array a ramp!
But then, is there even enough space?

Of course people will shuffle around inefficiently and inconclusively for 4 hours until one overly sensitive person found it would be wiser to move further in and not clog the entrance.
Therefore space was created.
And the fourth wheeled person entered.

Now imagine the same funny game backward when someone (of course that someone could only be W1 or grannie, since they are both the furthest inside, otherwise it would be no fun) of those wheeled persons wants to alight.

FML, the fucking pain.

W1 wanted to get out and after everyone alighted (the Arab family was especially fast-minded and alighted quite quickly, while a young woman refused to do so for.. a decade and moved around the entrance area only to be pushed by other people, who couldn't decide if they should alight or not).
This time round it was W2 who didn't leave enough space for her to manoeuvre her enormous conveyance, so she again inefficiently moved to and fro... knn

People who looked upon that scene felt how their youth faded away under the blazing sun burning on their back.
When finally all hope was gone the bus driver grabbed the wheelchair and tried to pull it out with the last of his remaining strength, without avail.
Little did he know, that, alas!, the wheelchair was once again tangled up with grannies rollator.

Only due to the wondrous workings of the gods and the work of 423 invisible pixies did he finally, finally managed to pull the woman out.

'Wow, travelling with public transport is sooo convenient and fast!!', think the disabled people on wheels.
I decided to get off one stop earlier (without any problems!) and walk instead.

So fucking annoying!
Since I cannot forbid disabled people, families with babies and old grannies to use public transport, I can only wish for the wheelchair people to have nice family who would drive them around!
Which of course they haven't cuz they are selfish and grumpy, so they have no one who would care for them and also so they wouldn't behave very social on the bus and make space, THUS I can hate them!
I guess they are bitter, but they aren't more entitled to travel on public transport than any other person who bought a ticket and is on the bus!!

Only because they are disabled doesn't mean that other people have to squeeze and push themselves in the last edges of the bus so that they would have their 'for the disabled place'.
It is too hard for them to travel else way?

Well, people in electric wheelchairs don't even need to strain one muscle to move around!!!

And I don't mind others that much, since people with prams or buggies, or people in normal wheelchairs are quite agile.
Only that most people with prams, etc are fucking slow-minded immigrants, who take forever to realize that they need to moove!

And old people with rollators? I highly doubt that rollators have any use at all.
They just render old people even more immobilised than they already are!!
This four-wheeled joke of a prop can't be any good to lean against right? Wouldn't it just roll forward?
So the only thing to prop onto it would be directly from above or not? But then, how to walk meh?
'K', you argue, 'but then they can use it to sit onto whenever they need to rest!'
Bullshit, when they are already weak and scared of walking how are they gonna turn around to sit on the seat? And I have witnessed countless of times how painful it is to turn and sit, always wondering why they are even doing this shit when they are clearly going through too much efforts for a comparatively small win...

'K, but at least can store shopping?' Other sort of carts can also transport shopping what? And those that can be pulled are for more convenient!!! That's why people pull and don't push trolleys!!!

And the people on electronic wheelchairs?
If you think they are too weak to push normal wheelchairs you are very wrong!
Those who could be too weak are only old people, but have you ever seen old people in those monstrous things? No, because they don't have the slightest idea how such a vehicle could be steered!
Hence the ones who use those are younger people who are just too fucking lazy to move their remaining moveable body parts! FML...
This is not what we call appreciative or life-affirming!
And a person who does not appreciate life should just go die!!!

Yes lah, don't be so inconsiderate and piss everyone else off and use public transport! Tax money somemore!!!

Or is it that their whole purpose in life is to make people at least a bit miserable like them?!
Ah, just go die.

Regarding to what I wrote last post, I have yet another reason to love Singaporean busses and abso-fucking-lutely hate German ones! Urgghh!!!
Chu, Ailing

P/S: I go clean my room now

Friday, 3 October 2014


The recent entries are all fucking boring (as opposed to the non-recent ones I like to think). So I don't know why anyone should read.

As one who reads must have noticed though, I am reading through Xiaxue's archives.
Fucking good stuff. I won't repeat myself.

And it's so funny that I can relate to so much stuff.
I don't know.

She and her life are so different from me but then again so many similarities, she could be my soul-cousin (lol.. soul-sister can't cuz really have some huge differences).

Anw, yesterday I wrote about some very random entry where she mentioned she was taking bus 176.
Do you know these moments when a certain really trivial something triggers the memory of a whole atmosphere, a distinct feeling back to your life?

The word bus 176 was such a something. Immediately I remembered my bus rides in Singapore and with that memory some more details which I haven't realized and only see now.
I miss Singaporean buses. (this is he 3rd time I'm saying it). Yes the fucking buses.
I miss waiting for them to come without knowing if and when they are going to arrive.
I miss the timetables which I can't and couldn't bother to understand (thus I don't know when they arrive).
I miss the old-fashioned interior, the seats.
I miss sitting there, chilling on the seats, not knowing where we are fucking headed to, just driving forever through half of Singapore.
Not giving a slight fuck about anything.
No worries until we finally arrive.*
*Note: I was so clueless because friends had the pleasure of racking their brains organizing our transport hahaha
Ok, I might just miss being a careless bitch

Oh yeah and then another thing from her blog:
Typical conversation

Beautiful Saturday afternoon, three recruits with 2 or 3 girls in an outing with them.
A: Hey, Pegasus' bunk there got green fungus growing on the edge of the door or not?

B: Siao! Cheebye! (dont know why recruits love vulgarities. Nearby, a girl grimaces as her privates [parts, not the rank] get mentioned but B ignores her) of course have lah! The fungi grow like fungi like that. Don't know why the door's edge everytime got fungi.

C: Chun boh? My officer kao peh so much, make us do pumping. Down 1,000, siao, think we super hero. After that must do 65 click somemore.

A: Is it! Then I lucky la, mine only make us do burpees.

Girl A, B, C: BURPEES!?

All guys: *ignore* *gives each other "They don't know one lah" look*
Ok I don't know any guys who stay in camp.. Ok I do know, but we don't talk about camp.
Which is not the point.

The point is (omg the point, my blog only revolves around the point wtf), everyone (girl) will know this situation where boys act like they are almighty because they are talking about something which girls don't know one la.

And I hate that situation! Why must act like that...
There are girl topics that boys don't have any clue of either. What's a highligher/ blending/ etc brush?
Downward facing dog? Urban Decay Naked palette? (so much make-up...)

But we aren't deliberately discussing such things with people around who would have no idea what we are talking about right?
Which brings me back to the point that guys and girls are different after all.

Also it's cooler to be a guy. You (can) act like that.
That's why I find that girls should definitely grow up with a brother (and vice versa I guess).
It's really practical to be a guy, you learn about a lot more useful things in life; jailbreak, torrents, file sharing, fixing computer, ad block, cars (ok, not cars, but imagine we would, we'd be much more confident dealing with cars), idk...

So yeah I'm grateful I didn't grow up as a girly girl.

Back to the point which was that guys feel very superior when they can treat girls like we are very blur...
There exist girls who find that equally amusing I guess, like shu nus?
They like to be in that weaker position so they would please the guys by confirming their lower rank.

What? I have never been and don't want to be that kind of girl.
I never play along (ok maybe at times, but never the most entertaining way for the guys which I guess would be something like nagging the dudes to explain or over-enthusiastically discussing with the girls what burpees could be wtf), if the guys think they can act cool, I can do that, too... Ignore.

Which doesn't earn me many brownie points (boys are dumb - I'm contradicting myself I know), and therefore the silly shu nus will earn more /rolls eyes
Seriously, for fuck?!

I hate pretentious demeanour, I don't see why anyone has to act like sth they aren't to kiss sb's ass!

I will never play along, you can jolly well play that stupid game among yourself.
Like I have nothing better to do.

Fuck shu nus, why can anyone be so cheap?!
Urrggh! I hate cheap, stupid and weak people the most!

Even if that means all guys will hate me I will never fucking act like I'm damn cute, very helpless or dumb or any damsel-in-distress-way so the guy will feel very shiok and mighty and hit on me.
Just fuck someone else, thanks!

Chu, Ailing

the following is quoted from xx's blog (and edited).
Alvin has disappeared. Just like that. *snaps fingers twice* Into thin air.

I don't understand men, really. He has been so sweet and nice! I told him that I am not prepared to go into a relationship with him, but he told me its alright, he will wait. He says he just wants to see me happy, and that's sufficient for him.

Well it seems that's utter bullshit. MEN. This just makes me super jaded. Seriously, humans are just self-centred creatures who live for themselves and blowjobs/showerheads, and I am not denying that despite trying hard not to, I'm like that as well. Except the showerhead part.

So anyway it went like this:

Alvin did not contact me for two days. Last conversation was fine, and ended with an ironic "I will call u tomorrow."


This is not the first time he is doing this. He went missing not once, but TWICE before, and always come back after with the typical "I miss you so much and I will not do this again."

I DON'T UNDERSTAND?! If he needs time off, why can't he just tell me, "I need some time off", then disappear while I go club and shag other guys? (joking) Why must gei siao say got nothing wrong, then don't reply msgs and pretend that phone on silent/low batt??!

I absofuckinglutely hate guys who go missing and avoid issues! What's the point? Can someone tell me what's the point??!

Me, calling using a different line: *ring ring!*

Alvin, in chirpy voice: "Hello!" (As if I must be Pamela Anderson asking him if he could touch my boobies)

Me: Oei you avoiding me ah?

Alvin: Umm. Ah... No la...

Me: Speak up and quit wasting my hi card money ok!

Alvin: *deep breath, chirpy voice gone* Ummm.. I just thought... *pause for 5 seconds*


Alvin: Umm... We can't go on like this....

Me: OK BYEEE! *kup phone*

- silence -

Why ah? Why are some people like that? It took him 3 months to realise that we can't go on like that? Wow! And if I did not use another line to call him, is he ever gonna tell me "we cannot go on like this"? And what I am supposed to do the period of time he is avoiding my calls?? Report to the police that he must be eaten up by a python in Tekong, huh?

Put the story up on show 'Missing'?
Instead of generally talking about this kind of men problem -
which I more or less have if you remember Cy's ex who loved to play this oh-so-funny-game -
let's philosphize about whether men or really (that) different from women.

Or better - are men assholes and why?

Honestly, yes?!

But no, let's do this real slow (reeeaal slow - this is a Wheesung quote).
I think the (female) distress lies in our hearts which are yearning for love. (Please, don't include me, I'm just generalizing).

Seriously. I hold the view that women need love more than men.

And I think so because women fall in love so easily. Women can fall in love with about anyone.
Really regardless of age or looks or anything as long if there is at least one thing which the women digs.
My proof? Ugly Kpop idols with really nothing attractive.
Still they have a relatively big fanbase... How?

Well, they must have a really silly and random something which makes a certain group of girls swoon.
Like they always like their lips? Love to run their hand through their members hair? Played that one role in that one drama? Idk you tell me!

As a man you just need that one thing and some women out there will love you (I mean LOVE).

With men it's different.
Obviously you'll mostly just need big tits to get into the game, BUT the guy will never love you.
He just wants to fuck you (for the rest of his live maybe, but well... he'd fuck other girls with equally big or bigger things, too).

Is this true or is this not true?
(I'm not saying that men can't fall in love or will love the women of their dreams til the end of time, it just that it's not their No 1 priority to find that woman as it is for girls...
And that girls fall in love quicker)

I think here lies the reason to why men are jerks.

Because women are so desperately looking for love (even when they don't) they are much more sensible regarding this topic.
Whereas guys just... ah well, nevermind liao.

A women is much more vulnerable in a relationship of any kind whatsoever.
She will overthink things. She will try to figure out the guy, what he wants, what kind of a human he is.

The problem is - as I said - men and women are different. Like Alvin at one point he will be sweet and all, then a fucking jerk the next.

Ok, I don't know already what the point of this entry is ㅋㅋ
Just felt like writing this after reading XX's entry.

Oh I think my point was whether men are assholes...

Well, yes, but they can't help it.
As much as men are human beings, too, you can't expect them to act or be like something they aren't.
Which is being as sensible and overthinking as women all the time (of course guys are like that, too if they are seriously in love).

But when they are just playing around, they aren't. Which leads me to the next question, why must guys play around?!
Yes, there are girls who play around, too...
But not as much as guys right?
Which again leads me to the question, are men and women really that different?

Maybe yes and no?
Guys like to play around because they love the ego boost when yet another girl has fallen for them, because it tells them, they are handsome, they are manly, their dick is long, they are awesome.
Girls also like this ego boost, but for them it's the other way around; 'my body is hawt, I look sexy so all the guys want to get my number', not like boys 'the girls are all over me, thus I'm da bomb'

I think that's really it... Like my non-oppinion on something.
Chu, Ailing

Thursday, 2 October 2014


I have kind of a new obsession (not that new since it developed over the years, but yeah... 'new').
If anyone waited for the sequel of the previous blog post... Sorry.
I just can't be arsed to blog about it, because it's too long. And thus too annoying to try to think about which parts should be left out.

So my newest obsession is... treating my body well.
ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ That's sounds wrong.

But anyway...

I guess for most of us we don't naturally grow up treating our bodies well.
I mean, we mostly grow up with very functioning bodies that do everything we went without getting tired so why should we worry?

Only through the years does our body become stupid. Stupid as in... crooked teeth? Neurodermatitis? Pimples? Cellulite? Obesity? 10000s of problems...

Of course none of these kill us and we grew up not giving a fuck so we bear with all these.

Well, not anymore.
At least me.

Thanks to my mother who forced me to get my teeth fixed. The 2nd time.
Only afterwards did I acquire the hatred for my less-perfect-before-teeth so that now I can appreciate more-perfect-after-teeth.
Same story with my complexion. Ok it got really worse and I'd have probably gone to see a doctor on my own, but now that it's much much better again I am so grateful in hindsight and wouldn't want to live with all those pimples from my past.

It is funny how present problems don't seem to suck as much. But when you later look back at them or see people who are having the same troubles but are equally indifferent towards them as you used to be you can't understand their behaviour for the life of you.
I think that's a good example for human haughtiness... (but that's another point).

Anyway so these two things then finally showed me that I should tackle everything that I now feel slightly irritate me, because I will only know how much better it feels afterwards.

Right now I'm getting 3 warts removed (oh just stop reading you haha).
I've had them for years. I don't know how many. On the sole of my feet.

Now they don't hurt (yet), but they always made me feel so conscious about my feet when everyone else has tender baby feet.

And btw plantar warts can be really dangerous when they grow deep enough to reach your bones you probably won't ever get rid of them and it will hurt like mad.
But you can try to cut them out which will cause you to loose a shitload of blood, die half-a-very-painful-dead and have them come back, more painful than ever.
Luckily mine don't seem that deep yet. I tried to freeze them once, but it didn't work.
So I went to get it done professionally.

They use cold nitrogen to spray onto your wart and it's somewhat painful after all.
In the beginning it's just cold, after a few seconds you feel a sharp stinging pain like needles would poke into your feet.
Luckily the treatment only lasts half a minute or so and soon after that it's ok-ish to walk again.

Now, I'm just hoping for the darn things to fall off.....

But then my feet also have some calluses which I want to get rid off.
I blame my too small feet compared to my body height for causing those. And my parents for making me walk to school for a week when I was younger (during that week I got those calluses, I remember til now). Oh and maybe dancing... ㅋㅋ

What I'm saying is, if there's anything about your body which bothers you in the slightest, do something about it.
Remove that mole, cut out that weir bump right above your eye.. Whatever. Do it.
And thank me later ㅋ

Chu, Ailing