All grown up and nowhere to go

Gonna go for Broadway Jazz tomorrow so have to dig out old dance shoes (Zee, imma trying the class with Syd tomorrow, I’ll let you know if it’s any good).

Before digging out dance shoes I’m allowing myself a half hour Procrastination Break, ‘cuz everybody knows how much of a pain in the arse digging things out is.

So newsflash during Procrastination Break:
1. Resorts World Sentosa, aka RWS, aka one of gambling god’s two gifts to men, will open its casino doors on 13 Feb. I can hear the sound of chips falling and knocking into each other already!

2. I got nothin.

Oh yes. Sex. What can I say about sex… (I wrote the title of the post first, and thought “mmm what word would go with ‘gambling’ “?)

Sex is overrated, at least for women. It’s the epitome of instant gratification (3 seconds), after which there’d be an anti-climax (hur hur pun). Really, what’s in it for women, who crave long-term affection, comfort and care? On the other hand, men are creatures of lust and convenience. Instant gratification was created for them.

So I think men should compensate women for sacrificing their own need for being cared for. I think, as part of ANY courtship – be it a 50-year marriage, 10-year relationship, 2-weeks old infatuation or 1-night stand – the man should bequeath a pair of Louboutins to the woman before anything kissy-kissy happens. Just to show that he respects her as an equal, and think of her highly even though all he wants is a quickie.

I’m pretty sure that if my wonderfully brilliant idea is followed, you’d see less women having low self-worths or feeling empty after a supposed “love” making session. I’m sure that the guys who do stick around to give Louboutins are the ones with enough mettle to stay for the long run.

But of course, as time goes by, the Louboutins would have to be upgraded to something which costs more, just as men get sanitized to the concept of it… So my suggested five-step upgrade:

1. Louboutins
2. Birkin bag
3. Car
4. House
5. Engagement ring

Been listening to this song on repeat on the iPhone at work -

“Well all I really wanna do is love you
A kind much closer than friends use”

I’ve yet to find the casa nova / live version though, which was what SYTYCD used.

Life trudges on… Work’s been okay, the restless feeling’s gone for the moment, although I doubt it won’t sneak in again.

Love life is a nil, this is probably the longest stretch I’ve been single, July marks its 1 year.

My friends are great, both old and new.

The urge to write has escaped me. Writing requires a pouring out of emotions, and I guess I’ve gotten used to clamping them down.

I hope me and Syd really go for dance next week…

Frustrated with people who doesn’t find the time/effort to connect. This shit isn’t fucking one way.

New Miu Miu wallet. WHEEEE!

Also bought

Contact lens solution
CK gel pad bra
Pedder Red thongs
Dior lip gloss
iPhone back jacket

Hmmm. Pondering on what to splurge on this year. There are a few newly-identified ‘needs’, but can only satisfy one:

1. New work tote from Miu 2x or Bottega. Actually, a Kate Spade shopper would be much cheaper, but not really work-appropriate

2. Classic Louboutins – Bananas or Decollete.

3. Dress from DvF or some crazy rock chick thing from Betsey Johnson or Vivienne Westwood

4. A Prada wallet in black, which have waited the longest time to get

Bleh why are there so many designer items to choose from, yet unaccompanied by bottomless pit for pockets…

Zee and Marc’s wedding yesterday, and the ’sisters’ were up since 5 am to prepare for the gatecrashing session. The most awful dare must be that sour / sweet / bitter / spicy one, as the ‘brothers’ had to gulp down 2 green chili with wasabi and tabasco. One of the bros, Isa, kinda sacrificed himself and ate 2 servings and became the hero of the day, sustaining stomach pains throughout, while another one was down for the count due to heatstroke.

Overall, the wedding day was lovely and touching and I’m glad I was a part of it! Zee’s the first of my good friends to get hitched, looking forward to more happiness around me *cough* Jing *cough*. The most wonderful bit was the fact that both bride & groom didn’t get lost by the event-management side of it all, you can tell that they’re truly enjoying themselves and celebrating their love. Enjoy your honeymoon guys! Love you both!

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Heading for citizenship ceremony today. I converted into Sing citizenship 5 months back in August, and while I exchanged my green passport with a new red one quite quickly after that, the officials are only going to give my pink IC later today, I suppose after all the (oath) swearing and the anthem singing. It was hard to let go of my Indo-ness, but I think, at the end of the day, I will always be Indo by birth, by association (my whole famile), and by love. I love Indo for its food, its translated manga, its crazy big hairs, and my grandpa.

So the only thing I’m losing out on is the waiver of $100 entry fee to the IRs. Cha-ching!

I had one of those utterly depressing days where I feel directionless, but two things made me feel blessed.

1) Pearls got me a customized silver necklace. It says ‘Monica’ and has a butterfly next to my name… She was worried ‘cos she’d wanted it ready for Christmas, but the shipment took time. It’s really worth the wait though, and I am so thankful to know that I have at least made one dear friend from work this past year. 

2) Zee’s super-soon upcoming wedding. In just 1.5 weeks Marcs would make an honest woman out of her. I’m so happy that one of my dearest friends is taking this huge step in life… I know they’ll be so happy together (not gonna say anything more on this – supposed to give a speech on wedding night, so better save some sappy material for that).

Anyway, here’s a ‘feel blessed’ poem coughed up before I ran out of emo-ness -

I don’t need the sun to come out every day
Just every other day would do
As for the other every other day
I’d just chill with my homies

I don’t need riches or a hot set of wheels
Just a few dollars to buy tea,
And catch a bus ride to Jing’s
We’ll cut each other’s hair

I don’t need a boy to come give me flowers
Only my buddies would do,
As for the rest of the time
My mum will get me flowers (in exchange for cleaning my room)

So hey, I realize
I don’t need a hundred ways to say
I’m here, I matter, I’m happy -
Just one way,
with a smile

I can’t even write a poem out of this,
I’ll give you a word, an ‘eff’ word.

Faith

(Although, I did kind of want to curse)

Mmghh. Nyeh.

Rah.

Had wanted to write thoughtful, intelligent stuff but realized am too tired, can’t even talk about Sherlock movie just watched with Zee. Sleep awaits-

Just finished cousin’s wedding. If I have to hear any more “so when’s it your turn, haha” jokes I will scream. My uncles were even asking me if, when it comes to my turn, I’d invite them over to Sing since I’ll probably have my wedding there. Since the question came after 3 slices of tiramisu (and a fruit tart), I was too overwhelmed and told them to direct all free flight requests to my dad.

I haven’t yet found the perfect response which would include the fact that I’m single and don’t bloody hell know when and even if I’ll be getting married without sounding sad/desperate/angsty, although I really am comfortable with my flying-solo situation.

Anyhow, Bali flight tomorrow at 8am, so I’d better wipe the gunk off my face and sleep… My wasp nest of a hair needs a wash too.