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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Double standards

I realized quite a while ago that I am selective about secondhand cigarette smoke. If the person is a friend of mine, I'll be fine with any amount of smoke. But if it's a stranger or someone I detest, it feels as if I'm suffocating under the high risk of lung cancer.

So one should be assured of my affections when I mill around taking in one's secondhand smoke.

That is all.

Monday, October 28, 2013

Cheers to the freakin' weekend

Some weekends I just lie in bed until my mom threatens to physically break all the bones in my face; other weekends I pack my schedule so tightly that I hardly have time to process all the events in my mind afterwards.

But I guess that's what the five days of work life are for.

On Friday night I spent hours at Sentosa's Palawan beach with my adorable classmates (a.k.a. Ohana) and it was multitudes of awesome. Mervis, our unspoken guardian, made so much deliciousness that I had to constantly stop myself whenever my hand reached for more food because my tummy wanted to explode.

Sidenote: If you don't know what ohana means then please do us both a favor and watch Lilo & Stitch; it is simultaneously fun and full of depth.

The dozens of lightsticks made the whole atmosphere even more dreamy than the soft breeze, dark night, and lazy waves already did. I never realized how much I liked being at beaches until then. But it's still the company that makes the beach the magical place that it is.

Saturday night was one of the craziest nights I've had this year because it actually involved me voluntarily paying to scare the shit out of myself. Spooktacular at Sentosa's Fort Siloso was spooky indeed. But the old friends and new friends that were with me made the excessive swearing all worthwhile (me: 0, swear jar: $50).

A word of advice to those who are truly afraid of the ghouls in fake haunted houses:
Just focus on not falling down. That will take up most of your concentration in the dark passages where your only solace is the person whose arm you're almost breaking from your tight grip. Just look at the floor the entire time. At least, that's what I did for the Shutter trail.

It was almost deserted save for one or two ghouls jumping out at us. The other trails had hordes of staff decked in ghastly gear so once I reminded myself that they are human, I wasn't as terrified as I'd thought I'd be. But the Shutter was so scarce of actual humans that my overactive imagination started thinking there were real ghosts lurking behind every curtain and corner. I have to admit, I almost cried at one point because it was so freaking dark I couldn't even see my own hands.

After we exited the Shutter trail, I was sooo relieved that I yelled, "We're alive!!!!!!!!!" to everyone that was queuing for it. My friend Julie and I started hugging each other dramatically, much to their amusement. Then Chaba, the thing from the movie Coming Soon, stared at us and I said to her, "Oh my gosh, after Shutter, I appreciate you so much now," and she just nodded slowly.

It was incessantly fun, but never again.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Here's my opinion, even though you didn't ask for it

It's not about looks. No matter how superficial a person is, it all boils down to character. So if you aren't confident with yourself and the way you look, do something about it. I don't mean just the physical aspects like going on a diet or exercising; I mean in terms of your self-perception. Don't put yourself down and then blame others for not picking you up.

If you don't think you're good enough, how the hell do you expect others to perceive you're good enough? It doesn't matter if we believe you are or not; if you don't believe it yourself, then what is the farking point? You're always gonna be thinking that you're inferior and feel insecure, then blame it on the other party when he/she doesn't make you feel better about yourself. No one can make you feel inferior without your consent, as Eleanor Roosevelt once said.

It's easy to head down a spiralling funk of low self-esteem and self-pity but trust me, all it does is make you feel useless and unappreciated. You owe it to yourself to be confident. Throw that self-doubt away because no one will ever put their hand in yours if you think it isn't fit to be held.

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

There's No Pleasing Everyone

Believe me, I've tried. And it almost-always-never works.

Friday, August 9, 2013

Be Confident

I cringe whenever I hear someone say, "Ugh she shouldn't wear that, look at her fats!" or something equally mean about a passer-by.

Perhaps as a joke in between close friends who know better and that it's only meant as a joke - that's absolutely fine.

But I have known some people in my life who sprinkle judgmental statements like that without thinking (or worse, what if they'd thought it through and decided to say it anyway?) and it always kills me a little inside.

It's bad enough that you're criticizing a stranger's appearance, but now you wanna put it out into the universe and see if I agree?

No way, José.

Beauty is subjective, just like art. Everyone has their own definition of it, so no matter what, you can't be perfect to everyone all at once. There is bound to be someone who thinks you look bad. It could be your own mother, too.

Therefore it doesn't make sense that we criticize others' appearances just because they don't fit into our perceived notion of beauty. How would you feel if you left the house feelin' fine and somebody commented that you didn't look as good as you thought you did?

So I say, if you think you look good, then you look good. It doesn't really matter what anyone else thinks (yes, not even your mother) because in the end, it's your opinion of yourself that truly matters. Sure, it's tough to be confident when someone just dumped a bucket of water over your head, but just remember what you loved about your outfit in the first place - those new earrings, that cool shirt, these fabulous pants - and just work it, gurl. (Or dude.)

Everything else is just noise.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

The End Of Slack As We Know It

So a CCTV has been installed right behind me.
How can I still type this post, you ask?

There's a computer upstairs where nobody goes. The height of my desire to slack has become so overbearing that I willingly climbed stairs multiple times to come up here and surf various social websites.

Right now I have some actual data to enter into the system so I should probably stop typing...right...now...

Who am I kidding?

Being on Tumblr made me long for tattoo sleeves but just the thought of a needle poking through my skin and the droplets of blood forming - it gives me shivers up and down my spine. So now I'd settle for a boyfriend with tattoo sleeves. C'mon, any takers?

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Bye July

I feel like I've been indulging too much this entire month because my family was making such a big deal about my 21st birthday. Which kind of stressed me out because I didn't want them to inconvenience themselves (it's fine when friends do it but somehow for family you feel like you owe them). Anyway it all turned out for the best because now I can check "Buy gold" off my list!

It's amazing to realize how much effort it must have taken everyone to surprise me (repeatedly, too) for my birthday because I've been in cahoots with them for so many other surprises! Everyone's just...wonderful. How do I deserve this much love?

Thinking back on all my birthdays I realize I have been really blessed. The people I love always made time for me. Old friends hide insults within birthday messages and that always makes me laugh. In my book, if we can insult each other jovially without the need to say "I'm kidding", we have become real friends.

Right now I'm feeling mushy typing all this and I just want to hug all my friends and bawl my eyes out.

Or it could just be the paint fumes at my work place.