I wake up alone.

What do you do when the person you like tells you he likes someone else?

You mope around a little, engage in some retail therapy, listen to some emo music and life returns to it's normalcy.

Just a few days ago, a colleague asked me what type of guy i liked. The question caught me off guard as I was completely stumped.

Without thinking, I said, my yardstick.

She frowned and said, how am I going to find a guy like that? What is it about the yardstick that you like?

I like nice boys, I replied.

And what defines a nice boy?

The type that will hold the door open for you.

Oh you mean the gentleman?

I suppose (half sure)

Oh that type are extinct. Good luck!

I went home and thought about it. It wasn't the fact that I thought he was hot since the very first day that attracted me. It was the attraction itself. When I'm with him I feel like I get the air knocked out of my lungs, I like how we're on the same page about alot of things, I liked how we could have good conversation, I liked how he laughed and smiled was infectious, I liked how he lived his life carpe diem.

And then it dawned on me; the fallacy of my hypothesis of having a yardstick. He had a name and face.

When nothing inspires

I pimp out my pussays .... *yawns*

Office Laughs

VW: What brand of cigarettes do you smoke?
Me: Brand XX but only on the occasion.
VW: *Makes a face* I like the smell of Malboro Reds before you smoke them. They kinda smell like raisins.

Hearts are meant to be broken

Sometimes it's almost obscene that we look so hard to find what we're looking for that it manifests itself into something purely imaginary.

Emo shite. I've always been good at it. Kapoot.

I movie marathon-ed today. I caught Three Kingdoms: Resurrection of the Dragon, I didn't get the flow of it. For a while I was wondering what was so special about it, eye candy factor was barely there. Weapons-play was alright but it was not as if there were many detailed fight scenes. The story line was rather disappointing, I reckon I could summarize the whole show in 160 char sms. I totally didn't get the bro-mance between Sammo Hung and Andy Lau's character and Maggie Q casting was absolutely weird. She's pretty but too Euro-Asian for a period drama. 

I've also taken a liking for modern Korean shows. I can see the appeal. It's a little late to be jumping on the bandwagon. If you appreciate lewd toilet humour, K-comedy might just be the thing for you. 

Crazy first love was exactly that. The movie opens with an open declaration of love by a boy who strips in front of a crowd to prove his manhood. The humour can be quite slapstick and the lead had a stupid looking 'fro. At the end of the day, its quite an endearing love story. 

I loved the storytelling and detail in He was Cool. Out of the few shows I caught today I thought that there was a little more of a thought process when it came to piecing the movie together. The lead character was so layered with so many sub-plots happening, I thought that it could even fit into a series or mini series. 

Following Lee Ki-woo's filmography, I came across Sad Movie which was anything but happy. It's a combo tragedy that makes you cannot help but feel good after because the characters all befall some form of terrible misfortune - A young son loses his mother to cancer, loss of a fiance to his job, unrequited love and finally learning to let go of a loved one who's moved on. 

Oooh general observation on K-media, their movie stars are better looking as compared to the drama actors where as for the Japanese their celebs do everything from singing to movies, dramas, TVC and endorsements. I guess Sg would be similar in that aspect, the essential difference is that our "celebs" are on the talentless side who's super-stardom is much perceived and limited to housewives. 

I remember

You wore a red shirt and Levis on my first day of school. I noticed you in the LT amongst the other rowdy boys checking out the freshmen girls. I thought you were a stud. (for the lack of a better word)

I'm not sure what it was that attracted me in the first place but for a moment you had looked straight at me as I was watching you. Our eyes met briefly and I was deeply embarrassed that you caught me looking.

When I first told you this, I remember you laughing at my expense.

You said that to your credit, you remember me for the very same day because I was cute and I had a flat ass that made my jeans fit funny. I was mortified. Then again my butt had never been a real ass-et. I blame my dad's Chinese genes.

After what seems like 8 years after, you still insist that I had singled you out, kiss me and tell me how you can't deny good taste. I remember ... and I'm retardedly happy.

Coffee Prince

Oh regarding my disappearance, I completed an entire K-drama (Coffee Prince) over the Easter weekend. The line up of music was quite good - a handful in English, my only gripe was that they started to repeat some songs later in the show which i suspect is a cost saving measure on licensing. One of my favourites being the one below which has a nice sad tune to it.



I also thought that the way they begun the drama was very Japanese with the CG and whimsical flashbacks incorporated without leaving out the typical Korean elements of a young adult drama (not in order of appearance)

1. Poor girl (check)

2. Rich guy (check)

3. Family opposes relationship (check)

4. Male lead stripping (check)

5. Male/female lead crying so hard until snot runs (check, check check)

6. Plastic looking antagonist (half-check)

Since there was no particular antagonist, but the 2nd lead seemed antagonizingly plastic/ cliche enough.

The homosexual undertones were an interesting twist. At one point of the story, one of the characters Sun Ki who plays a Japanese remarks that, (homosexuality) in Japan was a normal thing and was more acceptable. 

 

There's been a surge of Koreans remaking Japanese material for their own. Two examples would be Hana Yori Dango (Boys over flowers) and Antique Bakery. I've yet to catch the Korean version for both.

*I'm still dancing** 

In conversation - the return of the yardstick (It had to be you)

Original text msg:

I'm back on the (Date)! Be at XXX mrt at 11pm. I'm staying the night.

I was hoping it was him. I was so sure. I just needed his affirmation. It's been a year. Wouldn't kill him to just come clean right? Then I remembered how the romantics and mystery had always been part of his appeal. I miss ...

Sophie

facebook msg i asked u if u were the one who sent the potentially suggestive text to me

6:26pmYardstick

might have been

6:27pmSophie

you half irk me (for not signing off)

i was wondering why my dad would want to meet up at 11pm (at the mrt)

6:27pmYardstick

how so?

lol

u jus have to wait at 11 to see who turns up then

6:28pmSophie

if i asked him and got it wrong, i'd probably have to sit thru a half hour lecture abt the birds and the bees

*grin* I'll see you then

Talkback: Hello my name is ...

This post is inspired by Den, about the difficulty of getting goodfriends the older we get. 

As far as self introductions go which I have been doing quite alot lately trying to break out of an old mold, meeting new people is more like an opportunity that I allow myself.

Speaking of which, just yesterday, in jest, I was poking fun of my colleague,

LS: Actually I'm very shy one.
Me: *sniggering* LS, there is a difference between shy and anti-social.

To which our E, a fellow resident of our cubi-hood (cubicle neighbourhood) known as the vortex of the insanity burst out laughing and slapped me a nice high five.

So back to this issue of making friends, between shy and anti-social, I wouldn't be surprised if i gravitated to the latter. While it may be easy for me to go up to introduce myself, it's another thing altogether that one sees me at ease. One of the motivating factors could be dependent on the company I host or hosting me. 

I draw an example from personal experience, the secondary school that I went to was one of those mandarin speaking ones. Since my preferred and almost (only) language I can effectively converse in is English, I found it hard to build friendships but those that stick though, were well worth it, as I would discover as long as 12 years later. (ZOMFG, it's been 12 years since I first knew my secondary school friends lah -.- )

*ditsy moment* But I digress ...

When I had moved on to poly I realised it was easier to communicate with my peers, there were other people who were crap at their second languages, perhaps not so coincidental that they usually come from the MGSs, IJs and the St. somethings and I didn't feel so alone or intellectually challenged anymore.

Then came Uni where in a communications course the inability to articulate would cause much embarrassment. It gets easier for me to let my guard down to exchange initial pleasantaries but again out of so many superficial relationships built, some through the capacity of work or social activities I guess what matters more is the act of building and sustaining long term relationships.

Just for fun I did a short search on the web and I found some interesting articles, one of interest being, What's the ideal number of friends? that builds upon Dunbar's number that most people have 5 very close friends, 10 in the second tier of closer friends some of which might be made up of family, 35 in the next tier and about 100 in the last category where one would consider to be less than acquaintance.

Makes me kinda ponder about where I stand in my friends' lives. :)

Subliminal neurotics

I dreamt last night that I had visited Den and his beautiful wife in their spanking new apartment. It's rather weird coz despite being in contact for yonks thanks to the technological advances and the internet, we've never really carried a conversation other than virtually. I've even never heard his voice before. As far as we've been socially connected, I used to be in the school band where his older brother was once a drum major for and we all share the same alma mater, SGS and eventually TP despite going to different disciplines.

Ok back to the weird dream, his wife asked to stay for lunch and being the guest, I offered to help in the kitchen while wife is in the living room entertaining one more person. Strangely, it's something that I would naturally offer to do. I can offer to cook for you but don't ever ask me to clean up, I will shoot you a look as if you were turning green and little horns were sprouting out from the top of your head. 

So we were in the kitchen, a nicely stocked up one I might add and he was preparing fried rice, I helped chopping and stuff and somehow he ended up frying 4 eggs. You got it, frying in oil. Half way through cooking, he started to stir the whites of the eggs around, as if to make a scramble. 

Me being highly intolerable to stupidity kind goes, "What the fuck do you think you're doing." (In its entirely, profanity-driven honest to goodness query) 

 

And Den says that he's making poached eggs because his wife loves them. Which can either sound really sweet or really daft depending on the amount of romantic crap you're into. 

Honestly, if you don't know how to poach an egg, I have a link here. Despite being compared to seagull poop, the vortex method has worked for me. But the bottom line is, you never poach an egg in oil. 

On a random note one of my sexiest conversations, (with the yardstick no less) went down talking about the secret to poaching eggs. Ok I'm being biased here but any cute guy who can talk to me about the correct preparation of food is sexy in my books. 

So, Den and I, we get into an argument, I remember saying something like whatever lah and I wake up feeling like I needed to hit someone in frustration.

It is, in a self diagnosis that I am compelled to believe that I am a neurotic, a control freak (which explains why people tend to believe me when I tell them I'm Hitler's incarnate) and have a disability to clean which spans even up till my subconscious.  

Tonight, I was feeling awfully down until XS provided me with a gem of a solution - delete facebook, explore the world and have a life. I couldn't have said it better myself. 

"I wish I knew how to quit you (facebook)."

When my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard ...

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