I SHALL REVERT BACK TO MJ
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the bf and i have a joint loss of $150 over 3 sessions of texas holdem in a single week.
how fucking ex is that pls.
if you thought mj was bad (i'm guessing 70% luck), holdem, despite how fun it is, depends on what seems like 90% of luck.
and LUCK is smth which i'm in damn short supply of.
i have NEVER won a single lucky draw ANYTHING in my life,
i have NEVER won money at ANY card game before (be it holdem, poker, blackjack, taiti)
and my mj losses def are way more than profits.
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i think all my luck goes to making it so far in my educational career despite how little i study (or dont haha).
and lucky cos at least i get jobs which means money.
(and of course i always like to console myself that at least my other half is quite close to perfect most of the time :))
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meh.
makes me wonder if i shld stop gambling altogether man.
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BEER
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i've never understood the draw of beer and i doubt i ever will.
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TASTE
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first and foremost, i hate its slightly salty tang and have always felt that it smelt suspiciously like soya sauce.
the stronger the beer, the smellier and more bitter it becomes.
and why wld ANYONE want to drink smth bitter?
(its prob like how i dont understand how anyone wld wanna eat bittergourd i guess.)
honestly, if you like the fizziness of the drink, i'm sure coke does a pretty fine job, or if thats too sweet, then sprite. Or soda water if you're mad and wanna drink smth tasteless.
but beer is salty AND bitter.
i bet if it were heated up and unfizzed, it'd taste like herbal soup.
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AFTER-EFFECTS
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not only does it get me gassy as hell (esp since the only way i know how to drink any alcohol is basically ta-ing), it makes me damn bloaty which leads to a series of very airy and loud farts.
AND IT DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ENOUGH ALCOHOL TO GET YOU HIGH.
if it does, before you can enjoy the high, you end up needing to go pee.
and to even get that high means consuming relatively large volumes of beer resulting in SEVERAL trips to the toilet where you try not to fall into the can.
VERY unpleasant.
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BEER OVERLOAD
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the only time i have EVER gotten high on beer was 2nites ago where we had quite a few beer drinking challenges (im very proud to say that i won abt 60% of them) where i chugged a total of 6cans of beer in an hour. i attribute it to my love for chugging redbull and coke esp during exams.
the very next day (ie. yest), did a launch video yest for SOL BEER (OMG I'M GONNA BE IN THE SAME VID AS STEPHANIE CARRINGTON AND REBECCA TAN! DOES THAT MAKE ME SEMI-FAMOUS? :D:D:D) where i consumed quite a few bottles to get a "feel" of it. no high in sight even after 3 bottles. what a disappointment. they shld make beer with higher alcohol content and more sugar i say.
the only nice thing i can say abt beer tho, is that the hangover isn't as crappy and your crap isn't as shitty (hahahahaha that didnt even make sense, but it sounded funny no? :))
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other exciting things that i indulged in yesterday:
after the vid, shisha-ed at arab st, dropped by zouk for my graveyard (ahhh, the joys of hard liquor) and finally ended the night at david's losing $50 at texas :(
cant even blame it on my terrible decision skills cos of the alcohol cos i was pretty much sober alr.
sigh, lousy cards suck :(
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FASCINATING
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(if you actually manage to finish reading and understand this entire post, I salute you for your patience and bo-liaoness.)
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I just spent the last hour reading about the oscars which made me want to watch NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN and THERE WILL BE BLOOD which are currently out in cinemas.
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Realized that i've watched most of the shows that got nominated for oscars like Juno, Michael Clayton (go Tilda Swinton! she totally deserved the Supporting Actress Oscar ok), Atonement, Ratatouille, The Bourne Ultimatum, Sweeney todd, Valley of Elah, The Golden Compass etc.
But the shows that i HAVEN'T watched won all the most major awards like BEST DIRECTOR (the Coen brothers for No Country for Old Men), BEST ACTRESS (Marion Cotillard for La Via En Rose)/ACTOR (Daniel Day Lewis for There Will Be Blood)/SUPPORTING ACTOR (Javier Bardem for No Country for Old Men).
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That led me to re-read all the back issues of 8days for the reviews of the movies to see what our very own Singaporean critics think (you know lah, culture diff might=diff in pov).
Both shows had quite terrific reviews but then again, critics aren't entirely "normal" people, so I went online to search what NORMAL PEOPLE had to say abt the movie (cos i'm a normal person in search of a show that has at least a tad bit of mass appeal. artistic abstractions don't really cut it for me).
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Thats when I saw that THE OTHER BOELYN GIRL is out in cinemas in the US this week.
I'm damn excited to watch it cos
natalie portman+scarlett johansson+medieval type corsets=big bouncy boobies/major eye candy :D
Watched the trailer and started wondering if these characters were even based on real people, so wikied out Anne Boelyn/Mary Boelyn.
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Turns out that not only are they very real, they are also VERY SCANDALOUS CHARACTERS (mwahhahaa my fave) :))
Mary Boelyn was initially the mistress of King Henry VIII, but Anne Boelyn was the one who finally became Queen of England.
talk abt some serious sibling rivalry man.
(btw Henry VIII is quite the player- he married 6 times- 2 marriages ended in annulment, 1 in death, 2 were beaheaded and 1 survived- and obviously a commitment phobe too)
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Also, Anne Boelyn was the mother of the famous virgin queen Elizabeth I who ascended the throne after the infamous Queen Mary died (aka bloody mary (ahhh, now we know where all these famous terms come from)).
Queen Mary was the half-sister from Henry's first wife, Queen Catherine.
(Note: This Elizabeth I is THE Elizabeth of Elizabeth/The Golden Age starring Cate Blanchett which won Best Actress in 1998 and Best Costumes at this years' Oscars, which I also wanted to watch (but can't find online :/) Anyone with the dvd?)
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Learnt that Mary, Queen of Scots (which should logically mean a Scottish Queen rite?) was next in the succession line after Elizabeth I- ie. the next Queen of England(?!).
After more wikipediaing, I find out that this is because Elizabeth I is the AUNT of Mary, Queen of Scots- turns out that Elizabeth I's aunt married James IV, King of Scotland to ensure a union between the 2 countries.
However, Mary ends up as Queen of France after Henry VIII tried to invade Scotland and France steps into the picture and betroths Mary to the french prince Francois II of France.
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sooooooooooooooooo,
after all that nonsense, what have I really learnt?
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1) Winning many big prizes like Oscars/BAFTA/Spirit awards DOES NOT necessarily mean it'll be a crowd pleaser.
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2) But being the kiasu that I am, I'll end up watching all the abovementioned shows anyway just cos I'm an unrepentent movie/tv addict.
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3) Wikipedia is now my best friend/history guide.
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4) History is so damn additively fascinating.
Especially when it involves illegitimate children/succession struggles/ beheading/ upheavals/ royalty. See lah, have so many children also no use. Too bad there weren't paternity tests back then, cos if there was, there wld be WAYYYY many more possible heirs to the throne which wld mean that you didnt have to go all the way to another country to find an heir.
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5) I like drawing family trees.
I actually managed to trace out Henry VII Tudors' family tree all the way down to Mary Queen of Scots.
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6) The royal backdrop of the Reformation/Restoration of Europe which we learnt so much about in HY1101/SC3101, and the royal nutcases involved in the revolutions that led to the split between Catholicism and Protestantism.
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7) Found out that the current Queen of England is Elizabeth II.
(so shoot me, my current affairs sucks more than my history can)
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8) And lastly,
that I am damn fucking bo-liao considering that I've spent the last 4hours doing absolutely NOTHING productive.
Which is strange since I feel so much smarter now than when I actually do my readings.
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(WOW IF YOU ACTUALLY MANAGED TO SCROLL ALL THIS WAY DOWN)
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KT TUNSTALL
Other Side of the World
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Chorus:
Then the fire fades away
But most of everyday
Is full of tired excuses
But it's too hard to say
I wish it were simple
But we give up easily
You're close enough to see that
You're.... the other side of the world
to me
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so sweet, so apt.
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MORE PICTURES
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lets see how fast i can post all these pics.
sup to start studying at 11pm, but 10.55pm rolled by and i decided to blogsurf so i changed the time to 11.30pm. decided to shower at 11.27pm cos was getting sticky so decided to start at 12am instead. its now 11.53pm and i after all the blog surfing, feel quite inspired to blog too.
soooooooo,
shall start studying at 12.30am (hopefully).
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everyone on the blogosphere is posting cny pics of all their relatives but i dont have any :(
i meant i got cousins lah but got no photos of cny.
what i DO have tho, is pictures of my cousins during a totally different festive season so i shall post them anyway since im feeling inspired.
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christmas07'
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my purdy girly cousins :))
i obviously cant be bothered with the boys lah- the girls are alot prettier to look at.
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on the way to christmas gathering at the back of the van.
much cheaper (but alot bumpier) form of transport as oppossed to a car.
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didnt take any pics during cny cos i spent most of my time (being the only youngling old enough to be dating) fending off my uncles and aunties who were nagging me incessantly abt
1) how i shldnt be settling down yet, 2) shld be dating more so i get to see the world of men but 3) i shldnt be too serious with any of them and send them wrong signals but at the end of the day, 4) shld still studying hard and not get distracted by boys.
talk abt high expectations lah.
this is what happens when all your other cousins are still under 18 and the only other cousin whos 21 is more interested in naked anime figurines than real women. he has this whole x-rated stash of them on his shelf and one of the younger cousins actually asked
"how come all your barbie dolls are naked?"
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IAN'S HOUSE
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it was damn fun lah.
got mj, wii (bowling!), alcohol, food and big table to play cards.
plus its in the east!
sigh... now i know what my dream house shld be like.
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the undrunk elusive host (who somehow doesnt seem so elusive when drunk. scroll down to last post for evidence.) who house is amazing as his hosting skills. (which is pretty damned impressive.)
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lucky elyn brought her cam if not there wldnt be any pics:
elyn&philip&the gorgeous living room.
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one of the few amazing decorative items in the house
(i meant the painting not the guy. that ones mine. hurhur.)
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intruiged by all the plants.
my god too bad we didnt take a pic of the toilet which had an indoor garden or the garden which had an outdoor erm... garden.
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the gf club :))
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another random photo.
and my love affair with his car continues... .
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OH AND I THINK TEXAS HOLD'EM IS VERY FUN :D
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nubbad, abt 40min for so many photos.
timecheck: 12.36am
which means ill start studying at 1am :)
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i think i've been going zouk too much.
OI JUSTIN (or alden if youre reading this help me ask him k),
WHERES MY PRIVILEGE CARD AS PROMISED?!
AND AT THE RATE I'M GOING DON'T I EVEN DESERVE A MEMBERSHIP?!
(haha ok mebbe not since i only go there to get in free and drink free drinks. cheapos dont deserve such nice cards. then again... the card'll look so pretty in my wallet... I WANTTTT. *pouts*)
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anyway, heres some pics from the past few times at zouk (since my blog is abt to dry up from lack of pictorials)-
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with elyn my sweets
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when we were still kinda sober
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abit not sober
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very not sober-
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and on a totally off tangent note, this tattoo is DAMN NICE.
too bad i dont have the balls to pull it off. or the understanding, open mother either :(
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figure i shld post these photos first cos my dad has happily taken my cam to god knows which 3rd world SEA state where they have leaky boats that are KNOWN to capsize/sink rather frequently. god knows when (or, touch wood, WHETHER) i'll get my darling cam back :(
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OMG ENOUGH OF BAD DAYS ALREADY PLZZZZZ.
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wow it isnt even one of those days.
its a SERIES of one of those days.
fuckingfuckingfucking sian.
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everyday sleep till 4pm, wake up lethargic and feeling piggish and realizing that i've missed all my classes, pig out on chips, chocolate, ice cream and instant tomyam mee, feel guilty that i'm eating so much then try to ignore the guilt by watching as much two and a half men and prison break as possible. which means absolutely zero productivity.
take cab everywhere, get stuck in jam, kena surchage, get lost. i think i've spent $60 on cab in 2 days alone. go for castings that i KNOW i cannot get (its one of those 6th sense things), have tuition cancelled on me when i'm already halfway down.
mistake 2005h for 9.05pm- which meant the bf and i getting to bike class 1 hour late ie. too late to bother joining the class. which also meant another $50 ($25 per lesson per person) down the drain, not including the $10 cab ride there.
but,
nvm all this is more or less my own fault. i choose not to set alarm, i choose not to leave early enough to take public transport, i choose not to ask too many qns abt the job that i'm casting for, i choose to be stupid and see timing wrongly etcetcetc.
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but the one that takes the cake:
PLAY MJ LOSE $73.
damn fucking tulan pls.
it just goes to show that lady luck is totally against me :(
whats more, i PURPOSELY drank ALOT LESS and left zouk early just to play.
arghhhh i can hear all the mccallan and other assorted free drinks begging me to be drank.
(oh laurence if you see this, thanks for the flaming, and khid- happy birthday and you owe me a drink :D)
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oh oh oh and 1 more,
EAT BK ALSO CAN KENA A SEMI UNCOOKED PATTY.
but not so uncooked that i can complain and get a new burger.
sibei sian rite.
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the only silver lining to this veryvery dark gloomy storm cloud is that tmr can't get any worse...
hopefully.
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THE WORLD
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sociology is an amazing field.
it gives you compassion for the poor, unloved or misunderstood-
but it doesnt give you a solution to how to help these people.
it just reinforces the realization that theres no way out of this circle of doom and gloom that they call the world.
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the world today makes it so that its almost impossible to give in to your most basic, instinctive urges.
capitalism has killed our ability to feel and do, so all we can do is indulge in the only way that society will judge us positively- consumerism, individualism and selfishness.
they say money is the root of all evil.
i say rationality and the protestant ethic is.
since when has anyone ever said that "oh hey, i think i have enough money, lets give away everything else to the needy."
you hoard it in case you get retrenched tomorrow or get struck down by some terrible illness.
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then again all i can do is sit here and complain-
marx at least tried to come up with a possible solution- a utopian selfless society.
but of course he failed miserably, which just goes again to show that people are becoming intrinsically horrid people.
we gain joy at others expense- its becoming a pure zero sum game.
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i sit and complain and whinge and whine but at the end of the day, i'll still go out and try hoarding up on money to fulfill my carnal, materialistic desires because theres no other way to survive or feel any sense of fulfilment in this world today.
that said, that'll prob mean i'll never feel totally good about such endeavours because someone always loses out in the end.
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i'm growing cynical, jaded, tired and increasingly pessimistic.
then again, i think this is what they call growing up.
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POO
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had a bowl of laksa and another bowl of curry chicken and bread for dinner.
literally shitting fireballs now.
urgh.
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for the very simple reason that:
if YOU get drunk, you dont have to deal with OTHER drunk people.
(yesyes very irresponsible blahblahblah but hey, you're SUPPOSED to get drunk UNLESS you're appointed nanny of the night. well thats my logic anyway.)
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ended up with another alkie lover yisi outside zouk at an hour or so ago-
her taking care of her drunk friend and i taking care of my drunk bf.
came to a great conclusion that NOT ONLY is taking care of drunk STUBBORN people slightly annoying (ok make that VERY), the only way to get OUT of that task is to get drunk ourselves.
unfortunately for the both of us, our livers have become too resistant and its wayyyy to difficult to get drunk nowadays.
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now i've got a qn:
would you rather take care of
a) a loud violent drunk
b) a wailey emo drunk or
c) a stubborn sleepy drunk who refuses to move?
i can be either (a) or (b) depending on the occasion but the bf is a def (c) which is URGH-
THE WORSE.
yes those are the strangers (or if you're suay enough, friends) that end up sprawled in the middle of nowhere waiting to be manhandled and shoved into a cab.
lucky the bf woke up before either of that cld happen.
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but before everyone thinks i'm accusing my bf of being the drunkard, let it be clear that I was the one that PROMISED to stay sober so he and his best friend could happily drink till they puked to fulfil some brotherly pact they made before the latter leaves for aussie.
(btw bye damien! see you hopefully before 2009!)
not only was he the UNWILLING drinker, he was also the UNWILLING drunk.
kept insisting on going home but cos of the pact, he was forced to stay on the zouk premises to fulfil his part of the deal.
on hindsight, me being nanny and not drinking bored the tears outta me esp when i had to sit outside zouk for half an hour waiting for the bf to sleep off the alcohol- shld have taken the whole bottle of martell outside with me and swigged it to past the time.
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after sleeping beauty awoke from his slumber on the zouk bench, he proceeded to puke into the winebar toilet sink.
the cleaner then gave me a DAMN LONG LECTURE abt how he shld be puking in the toilet and now the sink is clogged and no one else can use it and how he has to clean it blahblahblah.
OK HELLO YOU THINK I DONNO MEH, IF I COULD FUCKING PUSH HIM INTO THE TOILET FAST ENOUGH I WLD RITE.
stupid cleaner, said sorry already still give me a fucking bitchy, dulan face.
aiyah, but then again if i were to be the one cleaning puke stains everyday i'd also become negative and horrigible lah.
i'm so sympathetic rite :D
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on a happier note, i finally took the potential fashion suicide plunge:
high waisted shorts and coloured tights.
the former might make you look like your mother in the 80s (isn't that enough to scare you... *grimaces*)
and the latter just makes you look like you're trying too hard.
BUT,
judging from the compliments, the final look turned out pretty ok i think :))
next up,
HOT PINK TIGHTS AND SNEAKERS :D
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and lastly, just some food for thought:
if you saw your BOTH your new partners exes (one GUY and one GIRL) in one night and you're less cool than either of them, wld you feel fucked up?
(no its not me but) OMG I'D FEEL DAMN FUCKED UP PLS.
poor dude tsktsk.
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MEH
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so the bf and i will be spending a nice BORING vday cos of nonsense army.
what was sup to be a nice off day for both of us (since i have thurs totally free and he was gonna chao geng and take mc) obviously now isn't abt to materialise BECAUSE ARMY IS DAMN STUPID.
its just damn sian when you've already made plans and reservations and etcetc :(
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aiyah then again,
seeing how lazy both of us are, vday isnt that big a deal.
i'm surprised we even have an official date that we can call an anniversary-
not that we've celebrated any monthiversary before.
ah well, i guess all exciting dates and/or celebrations shld be reserved till he's out of the army and i'm outta school.
whats another 2months of waiting when i've waited 20 and a half years for you rite baby :)
(*cues awwwwws*)
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in other meh news,
i'm sure most have heard of my infamous spilling of water on the laptop which led to a $1000 repair charge.
well now theres spilt!pt2- hear of how i spilt milo all over my desk and mattress leading to a night of frantic sheet washing and sponging of foam.
so watch this space for more...
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WHY I LIKE ALCOHOL
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for all my non drinking friends who cannot seem to understand the draw of alcohol (for me anyway), i think i've figured out my love-hate r/s with it.
its a wonder the kind of epiphanies that occur during alcohol-induced insomnia.
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1) CHARLOTTE IS ACTUALLY AN ACERBIC OLD WITCH
in actual fact behind my smiley facade (which most of the time is a facade i have come to realise) theres manymany things that i don't like. most of which involves your stupidity or supremely annoying tendencies and the only reason why i'm still being nice to you, or speaking to you for that matter is cos i'm polite, which leads on to my next point-
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2) BUT SOCIALIZATION HAS GOTTEN THE BETTER OF HER
so since its rude and i'll be forever condemned by society if i were to be unrestrained in my meanness, the real me has been reduced to being hidden by that smiley outer exterior.
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3) BUT WHEN SHE DRINKS ALCOHOL...
i happily become my usual horrendous self BUT since alcohol more or less lets you get away with being emo/violent/horny/raunchy/etcetc, i figure it shld let me get away with being... me.
so yay.
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and thats why i like alcohol, cos i can be my usual mean self without restraint but getting alot less blame than if i were sober. that probably explains why i choose not to surround myself all the time with different ppl- imagine the amount of self censorship that i have to do. just those few people that'll be as honest to you as you are with them.
so if i can't be nice without complaining, don't even BOTHER expecting me to massage your freaking ego. respect to those who don't give a shit about repercussions and speak their mind. yes, especially those who can do it WITHOUT ALCOHOL.
frankness and honesty rocks.
add bluntness for an extra edge.
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(disclaimer: the possibility that you're one of those stupid/annoying people is probably very slim. its difficult to be both at the same time and still be cool enough to read my blog (hurhur) so no worries there.)
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