Let's just say some guys are really trying a wee bit too hard to "expand" their circle of friends. I really can't help but to blog about this guy who messaged me on Friendster recently. Unfortunately and fortunately, I'm not attractive enough to be his target. Well, let's just cut the chase and have a sneek peek at his messages and my response.
Desparado's 1st msg:
Hi,
Is saturday once more.Time to chill out ya.but
I am sick, therefore staying @ home.
watching ppl swim in the ool side, may go study
room to read lor. so boring, feel like going out to
[party....
Well, i knew that u got some1 liao, therefore, I
crave and wish to noe yr lady frez (the both of
them took wif GREEN colour backgroyund)
.
Meanwhile, I hope to hear from U soon.
My Reply:Sorry but my friend is also attached.
Desparado's 2nd msg:
Well, Good day,
It seem like u got the intention to intro one of yr
lady frez to me ya.
WEll, It was due to work load.. I miss out party
time for the past many yrs liao, meanwhile, If u hav
A lady frez to ..Do giv me her contactv to follow, I
owe U a meal
I igonored that message. So the next one came...
Desparado's 3rd msg:
Hi Candice ,
don keeps saying ; the word "sorry but my lady
friend is also attached'...
I only hope tat you could intro one of yr lady frez
whos still available ya.
Hoping to hear from u soon, if this is a BIG issue
to U, then nvm- I wanna say thks a lot.
My 2nd Reply:
Hi,
I hope you realised that I have my own things to
juggle and I don't have time to play match-maker
to a stranger.
P/S: "Hoping to hear from u soon, if this is a BIG issue
to U, then nvm- I wanna say thks a lot." is not a nice
way to talk. Hope you'll find your happiness soon.
(Well, I didn't have a copy of that msg so I think that's roughly what I wrote.. haha..)
Apparently, he wasn't very pleased with my reply...
Desparado's 4th msg:
well,
OUR account hav ben terminated ya
Thanks..
read tis ; if this is a BIG issue
to U, then nvm- I
Candice, hope u hav go to school(bo-tah-chei ) b4
huh...
, if this is a BIG issue
to U, then nvm- I wanna say s a lot." is not a nice
way to talk. Hope you'll find your happiness soon...
So here's my latest reply
I'm pretty please not to find a friend in you. Seems like
you are not only DESPERATE, you are also ungentlemanly
and petty.. Kind of uncommon for guys of your age.. Now
I see why you need strangers like me to introduce
girls to you...
I don't usually talk this way to people. Hope you'll feel
exceptionally special...
P/S: I'm ald happy.. Thanks for those blessings... Btw, maybe
you should rethink your statement when you say I "bo-tah-chei"... I shall not say more.
End of the insult ping-pong?
Seriously, he has the guts to even tell me that I "bo-tah-chei" (never go to school). Please re-read the content of his messages. Dear jury, please judge accordingly...
So far in all my history as a Friendster member, I've never encountered anyone like that. Strangers with bad english, yes. Strangers who asked for your friends' contacts, yes. Desperados, yes. But never a man of that caliber.
For those who knows me, I'm seldom unkind to people. But once someone like that step on my tail, I'm not to be tampered with... muahahaha...
To Mr Desperado, my advice to you, "Please do not cast stones at other houses, when yours is made of glass." Understand?
14 May 2005
02 May 2005
time?
Waiting. Anticipation. It didn't happen. Time after time. Slowly, it became a norm and I don't expect anything anymore. Numb? Maybe...Or perhaps passion no longer exist. Even the strongest rock crumbles under the constant siege of tidal waves, time destroys. Time gives and takes everything. Time also makes me adapt.
Confusion... I can't suppress neither can I express. Sentiments... Perhaps like an hour glass, every bit eventually slips away. Takes some effort to get things back to the other side, but as soon as that's done, it starts slipping away all over again.
**I guess it's really confusing to read all these... Recent feelings, can't be help. There's no where to let out. I can't exactly mention this over my blog too... :(
Confusion... I can't suppress neither can I express. Sentiments... Perhaps like an hour glass, every bit eventually slips away. Takes some effort to get things back to the other side, but as soon as that's done, it starts slipping away all over again.
**I guess it's really confusing to read all these... Recent feelings, can't be help. There's no where to let out. I can't exactly mention this over my blog too... :(
28 April 2005
mis-spelled
Oh my.. What kind of a coo-coo-nathan am I? I can actually mis-spelled "patriotism" as "patronism"! There's a vast difference between the two, ok? Haha..
Just got the email strap with the "time-bomb".. Know why? Cause when the deadline's here, my classmate will all be brutally "massacred". Haha.. Ok.. Enough of my Unhumourous Humour. Probably what Jordan refer to as "tumor in your humour", pretty much a rip-off from some song.
The stay-over at Cheryl's place was pretty neat last night. We just can't stop talking. Well, it is indeed true when they describe : "2 women = a market"... I felt the closeness and warmth of friendship once again. Awww... What good are we without friends, right???
I'm kinda chilling to some Classical music. Yesh, classicals are pretty neat, at times... Something to take me away from the R&Bs, Rock and Punk. I particularly like Bach's Suite No. 1, Prelude played by Yo Yo Ma. And also some of Tchaikovsky's. Those of Tchai's are very story-telling. Pieces like Swan Lake and the Nutcracker Suite. I'm surprise to even find Peter and the Wolf. I think my all-time favourite is still Air on G-string, a very soothing piece, also by Bach. When I tell people, they always poke at the word "G-string". I don't know what to say to that.. *shrugs*
Not many people know this side of me. But besides Classical music, I'm a big fan of musicals. And secretly, my unrealistic ambition is to be part of the crew *erhmm.. backstage, I mean..*, do some stage designing, many even some prop or costume design, tour the world with the cast, curtsies during curtain calls, roaring applause, crowd shouting "Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore", Stares back at crowd with the oh-so-touched teary eye... Arghh.. This is life! But *slap* back to reality, deadline aka time-bomb is going to explode in my face in less than a month. And I'm like less than 10% done. Without this degree I can forget about going anywhere lah.. haha.. So I'm going to enclose myself in my burrow to churn that project out! Go passion! Go ambition! Go dreams! Yeah right.. Dream on.. haha.. Whatever..
Just got the email strap with the "time-bomb".. Know why? Cause when the deadline's here, my classmate will all be brutally "massacred". Haha.. Ok.. Enough of my Unhumourous Humour. Probably what Jordan refer to as "tumor in your humour", pretty much a rip-off from some song.
The stay-over at Cheryl's place was pretty neat last night. We just can't stop talking. Well, it is indeed true when they describe : "2 women = a market"... I felt the closeness and warmth of friendship once again. Awww... What good are we without friends, right???
I'm kinda chilling to some Classical music. Yesh, classicals are pretty neat, at times... Something to take me away from the R&Bs, Rock and Punk. I particularly like Bach's Suite No. 1, Prelude played by Yo Yo Ma. And also some of Tchaikovsky's. Those of Tchai's are very story-telling. Pieces like Swan Lake and the Nutcracker Suite. I'm surprise to even find Peter and the Wolf. I think my all-time favourite is still Air on G-string, a very soothing piece, also by Bach. When I tell people, they always poke at the word "G-string". I don't know what to say to that.. *shrugs*
Not many people know this side of me. But besides Classical music, I'm a big fan of musicals. And secretly, my unrealistic ambition is to be part of the crew *erhmm.. backstage, I mean..*, do some stage designing, many even some prop or costume design, tour the world with the cast, curtsies during curtain calls, roaring applause, crowd shouting "Bravo! Bravo! Encore! Encore", Stares back at crowd with the oh-so-touched teary eye... Arghh.. This is life! But *slap* back to reality, deadline aka time-bomb is going to explode in my face in less than a month. And I'm like less than 10% done. Without this degree I can forget about going anywhere lah.. haha.. So I'm going to enclose myself in my burrow to churn that project out! Go passion! Go ambition! Go dreams! Yeah right.. Dream on.. haha.. Whatever..
27 April 2005
patriotism
Woa... My tongue is tinkling from the conversation I just had minutes ago... I just got my "conversational-drive' going and I can't stop! Even when my partner on the other side of the phone was already in "screen-saver" mode. I'm going to convert this energy into my blog.. haha..
Sharing knowledge is indeed a beautiful thing. And I viewed it as a powerful form of ballyhooing any kind of information, ever heard of the term "by word of mouth"? Yeah, that's what I meant... There's so much to learn from others. Take it with an open mind and learn. Give some food for your thoughts. Pick on a topic and battle it out with a debate. That's my favourite part.
Since I'm now a full-fledge adult and possess voting power, I should put in my 2-cents worth about our relatively new political figure here. It's none other than PM, Lee HL. When he first assumed the PM position, I thought he'll be just a figure living in his father's shadow. No doubt, his dad had indeed brought Singapore forward into economical limelight, in Asia at least, and also lead us to live the comfortable life we have now. It would be harder for him to cast a futher milestone. However, I can't turn a blind eye to the effort he put in developing national identity amongst us youngsters. To think about it, how many of us are actually proud to be Singaporeans? And to confess, how many of us complain about Singapore so much that at one point of time thought of migrating when the time is right? I have these exact thoughts before when I was a little younger. I used to think Singaporeans are ugly, They are kiasu, kiasi and Sing-lish is an ultimate disgrace. Nevertheless, our home is our home. And our culture and heritage is what we should be proud of, and humbly embrace it. Why look at the ugly side of Singaporeans? If you think that the grass is greeener on the other side of the world, I really think you should start travelling. This is the only ground where you are treated like first-class citizens, you get the right to complain, you get to walk along Orchard road smugly without racism comments (ok.. for me, at least). Personally I've been to places.. And in some places I don't called home, I totally got judged by my colour and labelled as a Communist Pig. And my less fortunate friends got kicked by some total strangers. Why? Just because of our colour...
I used to work in an English joint during the Worldcup season. Actually I was impressed by the patriotism those expats expressed when they came in for the game. At the sound of their national anthem, they sang along, loudly. I don't think us, Singaporean, will croon to the tune of Majulah Singapura anywhere. And to mention, one embarassing incident, during the semi-finals of the Tiger Cup at the National Stadium. The one where Singapore versus Mynnmar. The amount of Singaporean fans to the opposing team was 4:1. The Burmese fans truly sang their hearts out to their national anthem but in comparasion to our local counterpart, you can literally hear a pin drop from where I was sitting. Have all our Lions supporters lost their voices? From my judgement, apparently not! Not from all the "Referee Ka-U!!!"s, "Kelong ah!!!!"s, "Stupid Agu!! Your head gold (blonde), very heavy is it!!!"s...
From all these, highest level of patriotism: Anticipate for the 9th of August every year. Each Singaporean's heart will soar as high as the sparks of the fire works will take them *oh yes! We love Singapore!* and evanesce almost the same time the fireworks stop...
P/S: Since fireworks has such amazing powers, dear political leaders... You know what to do during election season! hehe..
Sharing knowledge is indeed a beautiful thing. And I viewed it as a powerful form of ballyhooing any kind of information, ever heard of the term "by word of mouth"? Yeah, that's what I meant... There's so much to learn from others. Take it with an open mind and learn. Give some food for your thoughts. Pick on a topic and battle it out with a debate. That's my favourite part.
Since I'm now a full-fledge adult and possess voting power, I should put in my 2-cents worth about our relatively new political figure here. It's none other than PM, Lee HL. When he first assumed the PM position, I thought he'll be just a figure living in his father's shadow. No doubt, his dad had indeed brought Singapore forward into economical limelight, in Asia at least, and also lead us to live the comfortable life we have now. It would be harder for him to cast a futher milestone. However, I can't turn a blind eye to the effort he put in developing national identity amongst us youngsters. To think about it, how many of us are actually proud to be Singaporeans? And to confess, how many of us complain about Singapore so much that at one point of time thought of migrating when the time is right? I have these exact thoughts before when I was a little younger. I used to think Singaporeans are ugly, They are kiasu, kiasi and Sing-lish is an ultimate disgrace. Nevertheless, our home is our home. And our culture and heritage is what we should be proud of, and humbly embrace it. Why look at the ugly side of Singaporeans? If you think that the grass is greeener on the other side of the world, I really think you should start travelling. This is the only ground where you are treated like first-class citizens, you get the right to complain, you get to walk along Orchard road smugly without racism comments (ok.. for me, at least). Personally I've been to places.. And in some places I don't called home, I totally got judged by my colour and labelled as a Communist Pig. And my less fortunate friends got kicked by some total strangers. Why? Just because of our colour...
I used to work in an English joint during the Worldcup season. Actually I was impressed by the patriotism those expats expressed when they came in for the game. At the sound of their national anthem, they sang along, loudly. I don't think us, Singaporean, will croon to the tune of Majulah Singapura anywhere. And to mention, one embarassing incident, during the semi-finals of the Tiger Cup at the National Stadium. The one where Singapore versus Mynnmar. The amount of Singaporean fans to the opposing team was 4:1. The Burmese fans truly sang their hearts out to their national anthem but in comparasion to our local counterpart, you can literally hear a pin drop from where I was sitting. Have all our Lions supporters lost their voices? From my judgement, apparently not! Not from all the "Referee Ka-U!!!"s, "Kelong ah!!!!"s, "Stupid Agu!! Your head gold (blonde), very heavy is it!!!"s...
From all these, highest level of patriotism: Anticipate for the 9th of August every year. Each Singaporean's heart will soar as high as the sparks of the fire works will take them *oh yes! We love Singapore!* and evanesce almost the same time the fireworks stop...
P/S: Since fireworks has such amazing powers, dear political leaders... You know what to do during election season! hehe..
22 April 2005
my mom, the bitch
I realised how your perception of life is exactly how it is going to be. If you think it's smooth sailing, it'll be.. Even when you are riding through rough patches, you know you are going to get over it someday. However, if you think that the whole world owes you a living and everyone is against you, then there is never gonna be a happy moment.
I have one such person in my family. She has given me life but not exactly the warmth of what a family should be. She's a total drama queen. I know... It's a terrible sin to bitch about your own mother. But I really can't stand her. She commands, I obliged. And she wanted more. Sheesh... And her most ultimate and powerful weapon... Her tears... Once she cries, everyone starts accusing me, be it whether I'm right or wrong. I don't even have a chance to explain or redeem myself.
She makes a big hoo haa over every single teeny weeny issues. That's her so-called poise of an empress dowager. And she claims that it's us (her family) that made her blood pressure really high and one day she's gonna die. Well, the other most frequently used tactic is to scream like a mad person and afterwhich, wail loudly to lament how awful she is just to be alive, the dialogue as predicted will goes something like that, (theatrically) "Oh heaven! What on earth have I done in my previous life to deserve the suffering I go through now? In my next life, please let me incarnate as a cow! I'm sure to be happier that way. Pleeeaaassee...... Wish me a quick death..." blah blah blah.. Stuff of that nature.. and almost as part of the routine, will attempt acts like opening the window and putting one leg out or taking a knife and threaten to commit sucide. The first few times she attempted, we panicked. Now, I'll just wait and see... After all, to take your own life takes alot of courage. Because from past experiences, she did drive me to the extend of trying to killing myself, but I had cold feet at the last hour.
Plus, she likes to talk bad about people and try to put others in bad light. Yeah.. She is a bad-case of severe self-denying. Working as a secretary, mind you.. normal secretary, not even confidential secretary, ok!... She complains about being under paid.. Please loh. $1800 is not low. And she put herself in high regard. I know, she's from River Valley High, attained A'levels', pretty good for the 1970's standard. But she don't know how to be thankful just to get a job at her age. How can she ever be contented. Seriously, I have never in my whole life met anyone bitcher than that. I felt bad having to say all these about my mom. I'm supposed to love my mom... I wouldn't say I don't love her but it's hard to accept her attitude, not at times, rather it's all the time. PMS everyday, every hour, every min ok!
My maternal aunties are identical to my mom. Together, they can be Zhen Qin II (you know the super bloody long Hong Kong drama series). Actually it's longer-running than that Zhen Qin ok! Very juicy storyline... issues revolving the broken family, youngest sister disowning the family, the re-union, the divorce, the shot-gun marriages, the boot-licking to richer relatives, their brother's sucided link to demon possession... blah blah blah... Well, there are definately many skeletons in my family's closet. Some which I know, some I think I better not know.
This is just a part of my life. And I regard it as a small percentage. I wanna look at it this way because I chose to. Everything is the matter of choice. The end of the world is never here until you summon it.
I have one such person in my family. She has given me life but not exactly the warmth of what a family should be. She's a total drama queen. I know... It's a terrible sin to bitch about your own mother. But I really can't stand her. She commands, I obliged. And she wanted more. Sheesh... And her most ultimate and powerful weapon... Her tears... Once she cries, everyone starts accusing me, be it whether I'm right or wrong. I don't even have a chance to explain or redeem myself.
She makes a big hoo haa over every single teeny weeny issues. That's her so-called poise of an empress dowager. And she claims that it's us (her family) that made her blood pressure really high and one day she's gonna die. Well, the other most frequently used tactic is to scream like a mad person and afterwhich, wail loudly to lament how awful she is just to be alive, the dialogue as predicted will goes something like that, (theatrically) "Oh heaven! What on earth have I done in my previous life to deserve the suffering I go through now? In my next life, please let me incarnate as a cow! I'm sure to be happier that way. Pleeeaaassee...... Wish me a quick death..." blah blah blah.. Stuff of that nature.. and almost as part of the routine, will attempt acts like opening the window and putting one leg out or taking a knife and threaten to commit sucide. The first few times she attempted, we panicked. Now, I'll just wait and see... After all, to take your own life takes alot of courage. Because from past experiences, she did drive me to the extend of trying to killing myself, but I had cold feet at the last hour.
Plus, she likes to talk bad about people and try to put others in bad light. Yeah.. She is a bad-case of severe self-denying. Working as a secretary, mind you.. normal secretary, not even confidential secretary, ok!... She complains about being under paid.. Please loh. $1800 is not low. And she put herself in high regard. I know, she's from River Valley High, attained A'levels', pretty good for the 1970's standard. But she don't know how to be thankful just to get a job at her age. How can she ever be contented. Seriously, I have never in my whole life met anyone bitcher than that. I felt bad having to say all these about my mom. I'm supposed to love my mom... I wouldn't say I don't love her but it's hard to accept her attitude, not at times, rather it's all the time. PMS everyday, every hour, every min ok!
My maternal aunties are identical to my mom. Together, they can be Zhen Qin II (you know the super bloody long Hong Kong drama series). Actually it's longer-running than that Zhen Qin ok! Very juicy storyline... issues revolving the broken family, youngest sister disowning the family, the re-union, the divorce, the shot-gun marriages, the boot-licking to richer relatives, their brother's sucided link to demon possession... blah blah blah... Well, there are definately many skeletons in my family's closet. Some which I know, some I think I better not know.
This is just a part of my life. And I regard it as a small percentage. I wanna look at it this way because I chose to. Everything is the matter of choice. The end of the world is never here until you summon it.
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