The wild child speaks

At 17, Doug Barry has published a book and went on national TV. His mom is a bank VP and his dad, a doctor. The title of his book has the words "Young CEO" in it.

At 23, I still have no firm idea which career path I am going to embark on. Like an idealistic young college grad, I know I wanna see the world and go on untrodden paths. Monet calls me and Lecter the localised version of Tintin and snowy.

At 25, my elder sister tells me that she *might* be experiencing quarter life crisis. She'll be walking down the church aisle within a year. I see her life in the next ten years as: study, work, marriage, house, kids. Not necessarily in that order. But yea, that should be about it. I tell her that I *might* be out of the country.

"For what?", she asks.

"To roam the streets of China like a poor kid." say I.

And she calls me irresponsible.

But if I am tell her that I am going to work in a bank after college, find myself a nice boy, marry, pay thru my nose for a 4-room flat and have kids, would she decide that I am a sensible lady instead?

Knowing her, I'm almost sure it's gonna be a resounding yes.

Revelations

I have confirmed today that I am not a 'walking person'. My feet hurt like a duck's after I rented and used them for the day. At first they had refused to cooperate but I promised them a Goodyear treat. And so they agreed. See. Bribery is the key to everything.

I did my annual 15bucks business with I-Nuovi's at PP. Please don't ask me what is it. You are not supposed to know, as I am not supposed to divulge. Otherwise my eyebrows will kill me.

Karen told me that today was the first day of the Great Singapore Sale. No wonder the four letter word is up everywhere. Deliciously tempting. But I am a poor girl. So.

I got a cheap white belt at Southaven. It's supposed to make my cheongsam outfit a little more hip so I wouldn't be accidentally relegated to the table of the ah-ma-s at the wedding tomorrow. Sheesh. I am penning about the wedding again, since it seems to be the most happening event in my life right now.

But I'm quite sure I'm going to whine about it being all that overstated very soon.

Yes, I'm such a pig.

The perils of being oversized

I got a cheongsam top for the wedding on Sat. It's the only decent top which I can fit in and do the side zip by myself after taking a deep breath.

Now that I actually manage to find something to wear for the dinner, I wonder if I might be able to drop ten pounds in approx. 48 hours so that I can breathe without worrying about burst tops halfway through eating the peking duck.

Street wisdom

from Quarlo's new series.

Most hate is only love that has missed its way (on a pillar covered with scribblings of "Stop Bush")

Never give the devil a ride-- he will always want to drive.

Bottoms up!

My cousin is throwing a wedding banquet this coming Sat, courtesy of his parents. He is a year older than me. That makes him old enough to marry, but barely legal to take a wife.

After all guys are expected to be able to take care of the family. And that meant, all household expenses taken care of. With extras preferably.

But he's not really working (and hasn't been working). His wife is not really working. And together, they aren't really working. So the money isn't really going to come in. Unless.

On the bright side he gets to live in his own place now. Trust me, there's just no place like your own.

Wouldn't you look at that?

She was cupping his breasts from behind.

Their bodies were glued together like one entity. Right down to their legs.

They were walking in perfect sync; left legs, then right legs, left, right, left, stop. Left again, right.

No, they didn't look awkward. They didn't walk like a human duck.

But they did look like they were walk-fcuking.

In the middle of HMV on a Saturday night.

Wow.

The equation

I was standing in a crowded train. There were two girls in front of me, holding hands like a pair of sisterly lesbians all ready to chiong the Friday night away.

Then I realized..

that the amount of space the two of them occupied standing together side by side = one me standing alone behind them.

An incoherent 6am-ish post

Here I am, sitting in front of my powerbook at 6am in the morning, a mixed figure of drowsiness, with a North Pole internal body temperature and stickiness on my skin. Even though I'd a shower barely 4 hours before, just before I tried to sleep.

I emphasized on the word tried. For rest did not came easy. One of my (bed)room mates was having an extremely vocal argument with her boyfriend over the phone, and she was allowing neither the wee hours of the day nor the fact that I was lying just centimeters away from her interfere with her shout-out, trash-out argument of the century.

Hell, no.

I was even pretending to be asleep so that by some miracle I could really lull myself to sleep. This cheap trick works sometimes. You have to master this kind of technique when you live in a noisy household.

I did not know what time the quarreling stopped. But I put it to approx. just before I wake up for good. Not that I did get any real rest, since I was almost suffocated by the humidity of the night. It had been a good 3-plus hours of tossing and turning. Lovely.

I absolutely have to say this, even though this has been repeated ample times by so many others before me. Most probably by you as well.

I thoroughly dislike. the. weather. at this time of the year. INTENSELY.

With or without aircon. (even tho' aircon does lessen that dislike a little.)

Esp. when the hot(weather)-cold(aircon) conditions make my body go haywire, like how it invokes giant cold wars even while I wither uselessly away under the heat of the year. Gosh. Having to battle both the cold and heat utilizes more energy than pulling on a cart.

I just wish it does burn away some fats in the process. At least that will make the fight a little more worthwhile.

Welcome, to the world of the future!!!

No doubt, most of you have been redirected here by the surviving note left behind at the old blog.

If you have enjoyed the writings, pictures or whatever nonsense that used to dominate the previous blog, you would love it here.

It's essentially the same BS with a different label.

However, due to some packed events on redfatgirl's schedule, posts will only be up occasionally, if any, from now 'til the second week of June.

Be here or be square.