Tuesday, October 13, 2009

it was wierd. now its scary.

So i was on facebook.

Again.

And i get a ping and a flash.


And i'm still new to this chatting on fb thing so i go see. click click.

And its this guy whose class i attended way back and he's asking how i'm doing.

And type type enter, 2 mins later i'm sending my CV coz he's expanding his companies and starting one more.



is that weird or what?
i'm thinking, good thing i was on fb. good thing i answered that chat box.

then i'm thinking, isn't weird i get a request thru fb?

and then , wait, i get a request thru fb, send my cv, AT 3 IN THE MORNING!

the lines between personal and professional are so blurred.

And then flicker flicker zap, i'm thinking is there anything on fb that shudn't be on fb? Need to do a little clean-up. But wait, i've always been overly non-personal on fb and virtually un-findable there. so , ok.

But wow. Imagine if i were like everybody else, posting up every nugget of nonsense that comes thru my mind, tagging pictures of myself in abso unglam situations. That'll be one hell of a clean-up mission.


I'm glad. But it also gives a ubber non-personal facade huh. Robotic even.

Well, at least there's a plathora of Darlingdog pictures and fan page links. Humanizes Darlingme that wee bit eh.



That just leaves the many many lines on my profile announcing Darlingme "is playing Bejewelled now" .
Can't let potential employers know how much time i put into that silly game, even if I did hit 312,750.

Or can we?

Shows perseverance.

Heh.

Friday, January 02, 2009

Paranoid Darlingme charging up

OMG.

Did u know that the thing that causes yeast infections is found in the mouth too?!! I'm never sharing food with another girl with known neither-infections ever again. Damn, if I know she has to go for extreme scans and things, I'm not even sharing the same sip straw.

Ok, fine, Canidida albicans is a normal inhabitant of humans that usually does not cause any adverse effects, but still...

I was thinking it would be ok since HIV can't be passed through food and stuff, so what more of a less aggressive germ? WRONG. I haven't asked a doctor or anything and all this is from a website I was reading through about women health, so don't take my word at face value.

Its just kinda logical isn't it? If its in the mouth, vagina, and intestinal tract, and is normally present in people, wouldn't someone with so much of it that it causes an adverse reaction have much more of it in the mouth too? And then you go and consume abit of it from their saliva, and it goes wracking the delicate balance of your own girlie-insides, confusing all the nice bacteria that keeps you smelling not-unpleasent.


the full paragraph from About.com:Women's health
Canidida of the mouth is known as thrush and is often found in infants and people with a variety of health conditions. When canidida is found in the vagina it is known as yeast infection or monilial vaginitis.
Yeast infections are caused by an overgrowth of the normal fungi that lives in the vaginal area. The most common fungi is Canidida albicans. Overgrowth of Canidida is often precluded by recent use of antibiotics, or by wearing clothing such as nylon or lycra that traps moisture and heat.



So, yes. Until I have the green light from someone who's gone to medical school with 3 years womanly diagnosis and treatment under their belt, Darlingme ain't sharing nothing with no one.


FYI, I was on this webbie. About.com:Women's health

And apparently girlie infections down south are fairly common with 3 usual culprits; an overactive nautrally present fungi (hate to think there are fungi inside me. To Darlingme, fungi are either delicious mushroooms or a red-light-blinking-siren one way ticket the bread has to the bin.), another overly-industrious bacteria and organism that is found in healthy vaginas, and a parasite that apparently affects 2 to 3 million Americans yearly (STD! STD!)


All so eewww loh...
Makes a girl feel all dirty. And you thought all you had to worry about were STDs.


except from the same webbie just in case you were wondering:
The most common vaginal infection is bacterial vaginosis. Vaginal yeast infections are also very common and over-the-counter treatments are available; however, it’s important to never self-diagnose a vaginal yeast infection unless you have previously been diagnosed by your health care provider. Another common vaginal infection is called trichomoniasis.

Friday, December 19, 2008

There is a reason for everything

so i'm glad i found spg writing again.

what with the people around me not understanding half the things i say (most of the time) and insisting that they simply "have a different opinion" on things (when it simply seems that they dun have any opinion at all) and ending the conversation with that, i found myself feeling alien and wondering if i was crazy, or worse, stupid.

I push out curiosity and Darlingme usual ponderings, dumbing myself down, just to keep the conversation flowing at a pace everyone else seems adequately comfortable with. Which is quite frankly, superficial, contradictory and utterly boring. I mean, its totally value-not-adding worthy. Fine, I do like to hear about things I have less chances of experienceing and peekings into lives I wouldn't live, but u stop short of any inklings deeper than offhand observations and i'm left staring at the dot dot dot trailing off the sentence.

And while we all love the casual banter littered with mr-bean-laughables, not all the time la. I can hear my brain cells yawning already.

Come on. Either u cannot be bothered to say that much more or u simply really dun think about stuff tt in my opinion, makes a person something more than just an animal.

I said the other day. There are 3 types of people when it comes to experiences. Those that go with the flow, swimming along a little, getting comfortable, in the same general direction. Or you pratically lie flat on the Red Sea and follow the current over rapids or waterfall. And then there are those the chose which way to swim, where to end the river and where to bloody exit.

The difference as I see it is knowing where the flow is coming from, where its going and how bloody fast u're gonna be bobbing through rapid or meander.


Anyhoo, the first post today was nice. Of all my ponderings on love and such, i've never tot of it as a description of emptiness. But it does make sense. Go see.
The Origins of Nothingness and Love.

http://babelogic.net/

Friday, December 12, 2008

Nap times and ring rings

How is it that people always seem to call about work when I'm having one of those wonderful dreamless naps?

And no, its not because I'm sleeping in the office.

I have since perfected the art of not sounding like I just rolled over, peeled one eye open, and answered the phone. At least I think so, I apologise any rough sounds by professing a dry throat , its true loh, your throat would be dry too if u've just fallen off to zeezee land.

I believe the trick is to add extra zing to your 'hello'. Like smile with teeth before you press the 'accept' button and give a melodic "Helllloo~~".
They often respond with a delighted "Good afternoon, Is this so-and-so?"

If u get a "uhhhh.... hello?" Then you know u've done it wrong.


Moral of the story, I should have more wonderful afternoon naps.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Huffle flump

I've come to realize that I've been made mighty upset by a lot of people I let into my life simply because I was too stubborn to be shallow.


Well, I'm tired of always coming up short. From now on I shall be shallow, superficial, air-kiss-kiss-hug-hug insincere and, and, and, a no-where-near-earth damned-but-i'm-prettier-than-you nose-pinching hypocritic for good measure.


Hymp!

Monday, November 17, 2008

I needed an 11-point check list

I wrote this some time ago and have been meaning to put it up since, forever.



It’s a check list for Darlingme that I hope to go to every now and again, and what better place to put it ( coz I do tend to lost random pieces of paper) then on me very own blog.

Plus, it might actually help some other nonsense person who needs to conceptualize everything into little check boxes to evaluate pros and cons, opportunity cost, profit margins and bottom lines.
I know business-tizing relationships and emotions don’t really make all that much sense, but since said two (love and stuff) don’t make much sense in the first place, this is all a slightly OCDed and ‘deep thinking’ person can do.

Yes, ‘deep thinker’ is a nicer word and maybe politically correct term for someone who ponders way too much on funny little things that really do not warrant all that much pondering.


On hindsight, it may not have been the best decision to take philosophy in uni, then again, I’d probably still be doing stuff like this with or without grounded basics from the after thoughts of wrinkly old men long dead and probably coughing a fit 6 feet under choking on a child’s blog post.
Yes I said child, however old I am, I still think I have much learning and maturing to do, so that makes me a child. In my opinion at least.

At least I can quote some legendary name to people who happen to be listening. Weirdly enough, u get brushed off less often then not when u quote Descartes.



I’ve tried to categorize them into a kind of overall group. There must be a proper word for each group but I haven’t come up with it yet.

They’re in no particular order and mostly relate to me, so adjust accordingly for yourself. Or your partner if your being oh-so-nice-I-wish-u-were-mine and reading it to better yourself for her.

And I’ve really put some many thoughts into this, so don’t go dismissing a whimsical rant k? It might save your relationship.
Points and issues taken from conversations with friends where also taken into consideration.
And again, this was written pertaining to Darlingme and one should keep in mind that not many girls are akind to said Darling. But I’ve kept most points general to remain applicable to blogders.



o Somebody who wants a similar future
o
Because it’s a way of thinking that affects the ‘now’.
o Goals and principles


o Forgive and understand my nonsense
o
Not prosecute me for it.
o Because I know I have a problem, and it’s a bigger problem trying to remedy the initial problem.
Problems are called problems coz u haven’t found the solution yet. After that, its called an issue that was solved, or at least in the process of getting solved.
o Someone who doesn’t freak out when I crash, who doesn’t want to lock me up or load me with pills, who actively and sincerely wants to help.
Oh but angels don’t come down to earth.


o Money and the willingness to spend on me.
o Savings, plans for future, wise use of money


o Intellect, at least some form of it, conversations that intrigue
o About things that I don’t know about and having that willingness to teach me
o A good conversationalist, somebody who listens. At least thinks that I have things worth listening to.
o The right kind of humor
- The kind that makes me laugh, not smile politely when I secretly think u’re a dork/jerk/insensitive cruel hentai meanie


o Romantic, sentimental, thoughtful
o Someone who makes me feel worthy
o Coz when I do so much and put that much thought into something, and u don’t, it seems like u’re lazy/don’t put in the effort coz u don’t think I’m worth the effort.
Ie, maybe u don’t really think about me all that much. And NOT the ‘I wonder how she’d look like in a 2 piece’ think, the ‘I wonder what I can do to make her smile today’ think.


o Reliable, dependable, responsible, trustworthy
o So I don’t have to be the one worrying all the time. Somebody else be the adult for a little while.
o I want to know everything won’t collapse if I go into a coma or something.


o Hugs and kisses, loving affections, adoring habits
o Someone who makes me feel all warm and safe
o Who isn’t afraid to show that he adores me


o Physical satisfactions
o Not some primal gratification that leaves u feeling empty
o The right fit and style
- after serve care . heh.
o Willingness to make me happy
o Performance ability
I realized that this point relates to all the above really. Yes, all the 7 points aforesaid.
I gather that this is a big issue with guys, so HELLO~ u want a good rating, u gotta put in the leg work. Heh. Horrible unintended pun.


o Language, means of communication, shared interests, willingness to share activities
o English is one thing but u won’t get anywhere if u can’t agree on the definition of things. Seriously. It ain’t about to-may-to and to-ma-to.


And some tiny points that is nonetheless still there and should be noted.


o Somebody who looks attractive enough to me.

Ie not ugly to me. Stress on the ‘to me’. I find a lot of girls overlook the fact that it’s the girl in the relationship(you) who has to look at that face/body and not your friends/ social standard committee (editors at Cosmo) who decides what ‘good looking’ is.
o The ideal would of course be tall much taller than me, broad shouldered, kind but piercing eyes, walks with quiet confidence, and must look good in a collared long-sleeved shirt.


o Big on cleanliness.
o Personal and environment
o A little ocd wouldn’t be all that bad.
§ Housework and chores
· Its all about him wanting to look after me
· Not being chauvinistic about it, it should be because he doesn’t want me to do it.
Have u seen how tiny I am and susceptible of falling out the window?!
o Encourages me to keep nice and clean, and thus reducing chances of me slipping into sad-cycle. Its not an excuse, but it is a tiny factor. Chicken and egg question, but the 2 do coincide and propel each other.



It sounds like I don’t make any allowances but I think I do. I don’t list education level, family background, occupation, race, religion, looks to a certain degree (hey, I didn’t say he HAS to look like Edison Chen did i?) but anybody will tell u I make humongous allowances on that one. Age wasn’t up there either although I would appreciate them being older and assets like cars and cards don’t make the list.


Then again people have these (the above criteria) as a screening process, but I like to think that a piece of paper doesn’t define a person and you can be what u want to be regardless of where u started. Even though, when u think about it, I am in a place to impose these standards unhypocritically.



I know u can sum it all up by saying ‘somebody who understands me’, but sometimes you have to list it out, even to yourself.


Coz sometimes you need a list in life.


To make sure you don’t make another mistake.

Thursday, October 09, 2008

ho laaaaaa

guess wat i'm doing.





I'm watching this looks-horribly-boring-at-first-glance anime which i started eons ago but got sidetracked when i couldn't find the following episodes and so am continuing now.



long sentence huh.



i'm loading, got to talk fast, so can go back to watching. only at episode 23 now, forgot where i left off last time.



not an anime Darlingme wud usually go for (read: no demons, dramatic fighting or brain-twisting theories.) but still with the same "-__- type" of humour and no doe-eyed lovey stuff.

not yet at least.

The boy's 11 so lets hope he dun develop early or nothin'.





I keep saying i want to put up stuff on all the cartoons i watch, but nv really do.

somehow watching 'em always gets in the way. heh.



anyways, this is as good a place to start as any.

'cept i'm itching to alt-tab back to Hikaru no Go.





go have a looksee, but dun blow it off till uhmmm... the 3rd episode, i think, when Sai gets Hikaru all worked up and the -__- faces come out.



The Anime Review. click on Hikaru no Go in the left column if not directed.

rating > scroll down to A lists animes > Hikaru no Go



Tv.com episode guide. Dead useful for when u forget where u left off.







warning: may cause laughing out loud, alone in a room, in the middle of the night.

Happens to me.

Thursday, September 04, 2008

Purple lenses and funny uncomfortable feelings inside

short update: got Darlingdog back, another post on "how to lose your dog" another time. I've got something else to gripe about now.


You know how you get email notifications of friends updating their blog on friendster? I got one from a secondary school classmate. So off Darlingme went to click, click, read read.

I had bumped into said classmate a few weeks back and had already been over the shockness of giving congratrulations. She was getting married. Or ROMed. whatever u call it. The chinese do it funny, i've always thought so. Somehow the legal registration and celebrations dinner are 12 months appart and they dun seem 'married' until the wedding dinner.

Anyways, it never fails to shake my world up a lil bit. Being school mates, they'd be the same age as I am, and the first thought that enters my mind is always how young they were going into the union. until, of course, I remeber how old i actually am, and then i go "eh, actually, not all the young, just nice." and then Darlingme starts the 'oh i'm so old' mantra all over again.

so anyway, back to the friendster blog, she put up a post about her proposal.

i love reading about proposals, dun u? o so sweet and cute or innocent fubbling. u'd find a small smile creep into your lips, pulling them up.

he brought her for dinner at mount faber, and proposed at the peak with 99 roses, 2 credit cards and , of course, the ring. Down on bended knee and everything. Her rendition of the event wasn't romanticised or even the little bit rose-coloured, very navy-log-entry if you ask me.
Concise and practical, but its your marriage proposal leh. Maybe its the blog that wasn't personal, probably, judging from the sparse posts and publisher-generated template.


So i'm feeling all mishmashed.

No logical reason to, and no rational explaination for, cept for the fact that i'm so oh so fairytale read: living in my head, where its nice.

Gotta keep telling myself, resigning, accepting. No walking down the eiles, no white dress.
But hey, the sup cards were my purple-lens-coloured idea.


mish
. . mash
. . . bleuh.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

welfare, my darling-untoned-ass

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I stood at the fence, fingers through the mesh, as if being that 2cm closer would somehow make my presence felt, carry my scent a little further.


I yelled, I called, I jingled my keys. But no bark, no whimper would carry over the blaring confusion of traffic.


I practically wishmastered myself to walk through the metal bars. I'd worry about putting the pulp of myself back together later.
I just wanted to leave her her Tigger, at least. Something familar, something soft, to keep the nightmares away, till i can break her out.

.

Right now, I can positively say I hate that, that atrocity of a government board.

Welfare, my blistered little toe skin.

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How is it that you are

.....funded by the government,

.......plied with tax-payer's money

............AND CLOSED DURING THE WEEKENDS ! ? !

Its not as if we want to be indolent about it loh. People actually DO lose animals on Friday and only get the call the next freaking day you know. Oh sorry, the rest of the world turns off at 5.30pm Friday Singapore Standard Time, GMT+08:00, too. So that makes us wat? pariah? who have to roam the whole bloodee estate, and then some, TWICE, for 10 hours and not sleep two winks while you go on your weekend sabbath and proudly put the word 'welfare' on your sign board.

I would not kick up such a dungheap, be the bimbotic biatch that I am, IF YOU TELL PEOPLE THAT YOU CLOSE ON SATURDAYS and contingency avenues available ON YOU BLOODEE AUTOMATED OPERATOR, which by the way, SUX BEYOND COMPREHENSIBLE COGNITION.

.


Not one BUT 2 charity organisations that rely on volunteers and donations stay open 7 days a week WITH PAID ADMIN STAFF AND PROPER OPERATORS ON THE PHONE (real or automated) .



WHO THE SCALELY IMPS IN HELL ARE FEEDING THE DOGS ?!? Let me guess, you've got a running water fountain going thru the pens as well right?
.


How the flea shit am I supposed to know what to do till Monday when you would grace me with an audience?

Where is my Darlingdog,

......is she hurt,

..............IS SHE ALIVE?!?

.

You unabashedly expect me to wait docile while she shivers 3 nights ALONE in some strange place? Do you know the kind of psychological impact that could have on a dog? Especially MY Darlingdog?!!! She freaking sleeps on the bed, under the fan, IN PAJAMAS.

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Yes, I know I am guilty. It was I who lost her.

As owner, I take responsibility.

As guardian, who quite frankly has developed a deep and enduring emotional regard for my ward, can you blame my tsunami of disquietal?

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I'm tired as can be and aching as much in par, and Yahweh knows how my being craves sleep.

When my insides feel like this, this, this hollowness, this succumb-dun-succumb-dun-want-to-think-about-it black hole. I dunno what it is lah.

I just know its gonna be that same, I'm gonna hear whimpers and barks in the night, scampering outside. And see her leaning her head on Tigger when I drift in limbo.

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I want her back. I need her back.

Short of sounding like a horocrux, but I ain't whole and it ain't functioning with a lil piece missing.

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Accio. Accio! ACCIO !!!

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And no, I still will not give in. No tears. coz i know it wun stop. I can but rant here, and hide it everywhere else.
I think its working too, got cut twice and didn't feel nothing till i saw the blood. Fingertips raw from putting up posters and I didn't realize till the skin dotted red.
See, I can do it.
I told myself in sleepless twilight yest, life gives u but 1 chance. 1 mistake and that's it. I blew it.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

Devoid

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I know that if I were to give in
.... .
even that littlest bit,

I'd hurt so bad
...........my heart would whisper "
sectumsempra",
..............................and the rest of me would have welcomed it.
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Not a whimper.

Not a tear.

Not yet.
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We know we can do this. We're good at holding it back, numbing and functioning prctically.

Logically.

Hollowed.

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Soon,
..........
no doubt,
............................
you'd hear the it hushed in the winds.

That faint breath of a word you question
...............................................
voice or russling leaves.
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A deflated sigh of a scream.
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................................................................................"help"