sweet days
during the hols.. i encountered a boy with down syndrome on the bus.
as we all know, public buses have their seats in pairs. and as i had expected, nobody sat beside him even though the bus was so crowded (mind u, doodoo & i waited 25mins for it, and there was a possibility that others did so too).
then came a lady, who climbed up the stairs and to my surprise, chose to sit beside him. i was shocked, not because i wouldn't do the same, but because i thought she would be like the other people on the bus - afraid of God knows what.
and then came the 2nd surprise. his first reaction was to adjust the wheelies of the air con to ensure that she would be getting her fair share of cool air. how sweet, i thought ;)
i also read in the newpaper one day (i can't rem'ber which), in the section Net Buzz, which serves to provide interesting snippets of life.
it seems the day's theme on Net Buzz was about "What is Love to Kids?".
there was this kid who explained a sight at home (i suppose), where his/her grandma has arthritis and finds it difficult to paint her toenails. i suppose it could get really painful at the joints if she tried to do so, but the kid's grandma LOVED to have her toenails beautified. so the kid's grandpa did it for the grandma instead. and the touching part came when i read that the grandpa himself suffers from painful arthritis on his hands and finger joints too. aww.
o well. there were many other sweetiepie and touching examples in that particular segment for that day. but the one above seemed to have touched me the most.
bee at 3:42 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
but what i want to say is. bitches are not called bitches for nothing. one is called a bitch because she really is one. based on facts from experience, first hand accounts. never gossip.
well of course, what comes to my mind are the reasons for why one would ever be termed as a bitch. extreme selfishness is no exception.
anyway, friends always take on the defensive role for their own friends, even if their friends are the most cruel bitches in the world wide web. nothing surprising because true friends are expected to side with their own friends, so all the more i see the truth and meaning in being unaffected by normality.
however, i always thought that its not about siding one another no matter what that makes two people true friends. its also about honestly enlightening the other person on his/her cruelty so that he/she could learn to be a better person.
why would one want to have a friend who simply agrees on everything whether or not one is right or wrong? how moral-less this world is, eh? and i'd rather have a robot for a friend then. yeap, that's how boring, and mundane it is.
i choose to live by this:
those who are hated by some, are loved by others. =)
perhaps one should be glad to be hated, if one ever really is :) because the opposite of love is indifference. the fact that someone still cares enough to hate a person shows that he/she still showers some feelings on the "hated one". sweet!
anyway, everyone has a pas. but what matters is how they live each and every 'today' to the fullest. what a cliché. for those who are trying with all their might to bring others down to where their inner sorrows lie (or maybe just try to put people down) only shows that they are one-sided sadists who, unfortunately, live with the ability to see things from another's point of view. perhaps they never learnt the phrase of "put yourself in the shoes of others".
sometimes, i tend to look back and relocate my own faults, as well as others'. it has done me no good, as that only serves to ruin the way i feel now. but then again, it helps me to think and realise how happy i actually am now.
its amazing how things have changed. and its also amazing how some things and people never do.
emotional pain reminds me of a doggie walking along a newly-cemented path. paw-prints are left for years and years down the road, never leaving, never fading. the paw of the dog is the thing that inflicts the "pain", thus leaving a scar on the path that never goes away, ever.
----------------------------------------------------
i'm not sure if i'm the only one who has an idea like this.
but i find it so hard to find a pretty girl who has a good & pure heart.
it seems that, once a girl knows and thinks that she's pretty, its the end of her character.
she starts to flaunt EVERYTHING as if she's the only one with boobs.
she starts to act as if the entire world is at her knees.
and she becomes arrogant. and ooh-so-flirty. (its flirty. NOT flirtylicious, NOT *slurp*.)
but of course, men, who are volunteer-victims, never fail to fall into the vixen's trap. they are just attracted to what they don't have, and are thus completely blinded to the intentions and poor character of such a woman.
how pitiful.
---------------------------------------------
i've been occasionally reading this blog for some time now.
missizzy.org
imo, its kewl that she airs her opinions (obviously openly and fearlessly -.-), with things making sense as they should be.
just like how men are simple creatures, who only want Food and Sex. in one of her entries, it is clearly and sufficiently proved with her experience. just a funny entry that tickled my funny bone. LOL. amusing.
sorry to say, but i love it when someone speaks of men in such a manner ;)
word of caution though, before starting to read anyone's blog at all, if u're not open to what others think, then please keep to yourself and not read what they have to say.
to some extent, i think i sound like i'm full of criticisms for men.
----------------------------------------------------
nightey sweeties.
kiss.
bee at 2:27 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
i was lookin' at a diaper bag (the really big one that has baby couture or sth embroidered on the side pocket, and comes with the juicy changing pad, juicy burp pad, and bib with juicy angel in cursive). in my opinion it was the PERFECT bag for mummies or mothers to be. (we can always buy it and keep it for years down the road and carry it off as a piece of vintage!).
i always had this idea that i don't want to be the kinda mummy (if i ever become one one day! :)) who carries a pram, loads of barang barang in plastic bags, which makes her look really clumsy even if she's not. point is, i am clumsy without having to even look like i am. so, i've decided i just need a big bag for baby's necessities and my supportive, comfortable (because by then it'll be FATTY!) arm and off we go! SHOPPING! haha. which is also why i always felt we should have trolleys and travellators in every major shopping mall for a start. (i don't like to have to wait for what seems like a day for just a lift and then find out that i have to squeeze with a dozen other people -.-). but i guess small shops can't accomodate the size of the trolley. :P woops!
well anyway, back to the bag. at $79.90, well $75 actually, (because there was no need to haggle with her to get the price down, as she'll tell you she'll cut it down for you way before you even zip it open to take a decent look), i highly doubt its authentic, even though the material and all is pretty nice and worthy. but the woman, keeps saying that hers is authentically made in korea/japan and that the factory has a license to produce this products. oh puhlease, i think she meant that the factory has a license to run, because juicy stuff is only made in Bulgaria/Italy/the Glamourous USA, and other western countries perhaps as long as its stated on individual product descriptions on their website.
so there was absolutely no need for her to repeatedly brag about the so-called authenticity of her bags the whole time. disgusting. she was treating me like a nut thinking that i had absolutely zero knowledge about juicy stuff (not that i know a lot, because i really don't, but she basically thought i had never ever heard of the brand and even said that 3 months ago when she brought the juicy bags in, NOBODY knew what juicy was!), but in actual fact, had given herself and the true status of the authenticity of her products away without even knowing it (the part about country of manufacture). if the stuff's sooo good, why not open a boutique for specialised stuff at Paragon? ;)
one thing i knew for sure, was that customer service was never present in bugis street shops.
anyway, the worst part came when i was sooo curious about whether her bag came with all the baby stuff in it, which had doubted in the first place. considering the price, that is. $75's not cheap, but it definitely is a 75% discount off the retail price for the truly authentic ones. she agreed to let me open it when asked politely, but exclaimed really loudly "It costs 70 over dollars you know!".
wasn't that a direct hint to say that she thinks i can't afford it?
well now i learned that such people actually exist. I opened my eyes to see and believe that civilisation is not about establishing civilised civilians.
i was shocked. and dumbfounded by that statement. and so i remained reactionless. no rolling eyes, no nothing. there was no point in doing such meaningless things. but in my state of disbelief, i discovered a glue stain on one of the straps. :)
i'm not sure if its because many people came to her shop before to look at stuff and they just walked off without buying and therefore that made her pissed. but of course, she claims that her bags are selling perfectly well, and they get swiped off the shelves before one could even blink.
or maybe, she felt great about herself for being able to come up with a capital to start up a shop selling the velour bags at bugis, and felt that she's the richest woman in the world.
perhaps she was just having a bad day. but that was in no way an excuse.
i don't know what the reason is. but these are my guesses! :P!~
and if its about the dressing, no, i wasn't wearing shabby, granny clothes like what people would wear only at home or even ah lian clothes (NO WAY!!! NOT EVER!!!) but still, the daring, uncooth AUNTIE still said what she said, in Mandarin.
wait till she meets a humble yet rich girlie (in a super duper rare case but there is such an admirable person out there) who puts the whole hoo-haa about the glam factor to shame as she would show the world that looks are not equivalent to how much $ one has. (especially when there are people who want to and try to look glam so that people will think that they r glam & rich n so they therefore try to cook up this glam image to meet the common perception of people who think that looking glam comes with a big price tag. but they forgot that sometimes, money can't buy class, taste and style. for example, look at how Charlize Theron was slammed by Celebrity Stylists and etc. for that Christian Dior dress that she wore on the red carpet on the Oscar night).
i don't only have one encounter @ bugis to prove that the service sucks there. sorry, but i guess that's the simplest word to use.
many weeks ago, ailay entered this apparel shop @ bugis to try on a pair of black cropped pants with runching at the sides. we both thought it looked great on her.
then came along this sales-woman who was unPleasantly Plump, more Plumpy than ailay of course, who said to her "are u surprised that you can fit into an M?".
oh trust me, that was so freaking suggestive.
and IT went on.. "when i look at you, the first thing i noticed was that your hips/thigh area is big but surprisingly your waist is small". (i think she meant that the biggest part of ailay's body was her hips/thighs area and therefore relatively unproportionate to the rest of her body)
and. she POINTED at ailay's thighs too.
how insensitive can she get! it has reached a point where the possibility of humiliation strides in and insult could possibly get in the victim's way, and innocent honesty takes a trip to the backyard and stays there!
ailay may not have put it to heart, but the both of us felt that the sales-woman was so utterly rude. and of course, i'm glad we remained calm, unaffected by a nobody's comments and we used the experience as something to chat about for a moment or two. wasn't that the best way to go?
what are all these negative comments supposed to mean?
are the bugis sales-women looking to being mean, foulmouthing and offending people in a way that they think sounds like an honest viewpoint so hopefully their potential customers would believe what they said and feel insecure about themselves and therefore purchase their products to make themselves and their imperfections look better?
the above scenarios may look like personal attack cases, but imo, they're just good examples of the lack of customer service, which includes the level of product knowledge and the way in which customers should be treated with "care", and not belittlement, and over-flooded with bragging and arrogance.
i do understand that no human is perfect. it doesn't hurt to be nicer to others (i don't mean that sales peeps should tell white lies, but basic courtesy's all i'm asking for - yes, no extras) rather than to use or create an imperfection in oneself to sell one's stuff at the expense of another and his/her imperfections.
bee at 8:47 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
but i remember some time ago, i've been hearing "abstinence makes the heart grow fonder" from quite a few peeps. should be people of my age or around my age, could be younger or slightly older, but its within the +/- 4 range. in what context, i can't rem'ber. can't even rem'ber who. but the essence is in the sentence.
FYI, abstinence refers to abstaining from sex, alcohol, food. blah. or at least i'd prefer to think so. or maybe abstaining oneself from shopping. haha.
so in a way, that makes the meaning of the whole sentence more notorious and puts good ol' plain innocent absence aside.
how sad isn't it. seeing that the term 'absence' in that sentence is absent in that sentence, it shows what teenagers are thinking of nowadays.
or at least, teenagers on the whole. i'm excluded.
bee at 11:45 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
dokie, i just want to say that..
1. i ate jap food (RICE! Shiromi Tamago Don Set & he had the Mini Katsu Curry Set)
2. the unaskable(s) happened. :)? or >.3. i finally found out that the big letter "J" style of curls that i always wanted can never be achieved by a perm! that big letter "J" at the end ends of your hair effect can only be created by a blow-dry!! HOHO! i've been enlightened with knowledge. yes, i felt so dumb as i was always clouded by the illusion of me sitting down on a big black salon-type chair with big fat rollers only at the ends of my hair - which apparently is an impossible feat! urgh.
i obviously never knew of anything like that until yesterday, because i've never dared to try getting my hair blow-curled. It was always blow-dried STRAIGHT. and nothing else. i always wanted puffy, but straight hair by the way. straight hair with volume i guess. XD because i just think its c.u.t.e. but rebonding killed the puffy part of it, and my natural hair is NOT as straight as i want it to me. SEE? a living proof that women will never be contented with what they have.
anyway, dumb feelings (like the one about how to achieve THOSE curls - i still can't believe i thought it was done via a perm all along?!?!) always makes me feel like i'm a developing Chinese Blonde. (i am currently at the laggy & blur (but able to understand things with time) stage!).
if you don't know what a Chinese Blonde means, let the silly one explain.
a blonde is a woman who is always portrayed as dumb, and even stupid, in silly jokes because she doesn't understand certain things AT ALL. a Chinese blonde, is a such a blonde at heart, only that she has Black hair, instead of blonde.
:D
bee at 7:33 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
so... i bought it for him and hid it in my bag.
he enjoys the joke section the most. and HOHOHO. they gave a copy of a joke book with their March Issue.. that i thoroughly enjoyed too! jokes about (or actually, mocking) marriage, blondes and oldies (some couples grow old gracefully, but not all of them do!). anyway, in case u were wondering, yes, i am convinced that the SGD$6 that was spent on that mag was totally worth it - at least for a couple of laughs.
i bet we all know that maxim is supposedly a men's magazine. but apparently, there's a reasonable number of females reading the mag too (like me! of all people!)
but the funniest, and most amusing part, i find, is that, as much as the maxim editorial team cracks jokes about the marriage, blondes and oldies stuff to create some laughter of everyday life happenings, that i bet makes some men out there (i don't know who though - but there's all kinds out there) feel that they shouldn't get married, or that they shouldn't marry blondes (because in those jokes, blondes = stupidity), and at the same time possibly suggesting that growing old with the woman who spent the last 30 to 50 years with them may not be too good an idea after all, men still get married, even to blondes, and they still grow old with women, despite these funny, sickening and i-don't-know-how-to-describe-it jokes that suggest that they should've done otherwise, or should never consider doing!
talk about jokes with the meaning of life involved!
oh yes - this deserves a mention imo. it is a lovely day today, like every other lovely day. the singtel tare panda hello world tour collection is finally completed.
bee at 12:09 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
as we all know, public buses have their seats in pairs. and as i had expected, nobody sat beside him even though the bus was so crowded (mind u, doodoo & i waited 25mins for it, and there was a possibility that others did so too).
then came a lady, who climbed up the stairs and to my surprise, chose to sit beside him. i was shocked, not because i wouldn't do the same, but because i thought she would be like the other people on the bus - afraid of God knows what.
and then came the 2nd surprise. his first reaction was to adjust the wheelies of the air con to ensure that she would be getting her fair share of cool air. how sweet, i thought ;)
i also read in the newpaper one day (i can't rem'ber which), in the section Net Buzz, which serves to provide interesting snippets of life.
it seems the day's theme on Net Buzz was about "What is Love to Kids?".
there was this kid who explained a sight at home (i suppose), where his/her grandma has arthritis and finds it difficult to paint her toenails. i suppose it could get really painful at the joints if she tried to do so, but the kid's grandma LOVED to have her toenails beautified. so the kid's grandpa did it for the grandma instead. and the touching part came when i read that the grandpa himself suffers from painful arthritis on his hands and finger joints too. aww.
o well. there were many other sweetiepie and touching examples in that particular segment for that day. but the one above seemed to have touched me the most.
bee at 3:42 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
love is temporal,passion is forgettable, but pain stays with u. i believe i've spoken about two faced people before. if not on this blog, then at least, in my mind. so there's no need for a repeat telecast of that although i have been thinking about such people, inevitably present in everyday life.
but what i want to say is. bitches are not called bitches for nothing. one is called a bitch because she really is one. based on facts from experience, first hand accounts. never gossip.
well of course, what comes to my mind are the reasons for why one would ever be termed as a bitch. extreme selfishness is no exception.
anyway, friends always take on the defensive role for their own friends, even if their friends are the most cruel bitches in the world wide web. nothing surprising because true friends are expected to side with their own friends, so all the more i see the truth and meaning in being unaffected by normality.
however, i always thought that its not about siding one another no matter what that makes two people true friends. its also about honestly enlightening the other person on his/her cruelty so that he/she could learn to be a better person.
why would one want to have a friend who simply agrees on everything whether or not one is right or wrong? how moral-less this world is, eh? and i'd rather have a robot for a friend then. yeap, that's how boring, and mundane it is.
i choose to live by this:
those who are hated by some, are loved by others. =)
perhaps one should be glad to be hated, if one ever really is :) because the opposite of love is indifference. the fact that someone still cares enough to hate a person shows that he/she still showers some feelings on the "hated one". sweet!
anyway, everyone has a pas. but what matters is how they live each and every 'today' to the fullest. what a cliché. for those who are trying with all their might to bring others down to where their inner sorrows lie (or maybe just try to put people down) only shows that they are one-sided sadists who, unfortunately, live with the ability to see things from another's point of view. perhaps they never learnt the phrase of "put yourself in the shoes of others".
sometimes, i tend to look back and relocate my own faults, as well as others'. it has done me no good, as that only serves to ruin the way i feel now. but then again, it helps me to think and realise how happy i actually am now.
its amazing how things have changed. and its also amazing how some things and people never do.
emotional pain reminds me of a doggie walking along a newly-cemented path. paw-prints are left for years and years down the road, never leaving, never fading. the paw of the dog is the thing that inflicts the "pain", thus leaving a scar on the path that never goes away, ever.
----------------------------------------------------
i'm not sure if i'm the only one who has an idea like this.
but i find it so hard to find a pretty girl who has a good & pure heart.
it seems that, once a girl knows and thinks that she's pretty, its the end of her character.
she starts to flaunt EVERYTHING as if she's the only one with boobs.
she starts to act as if the entire world is at her knees.
and she becomes arrogant. and ooh-so-flirty. (its flirty. NOT flirtylicious, NOT *slurp*.)
but of course, men, who are volunteer-victims, never fail to fall into the vixen's trap. they are just attracted to what they don't have, and are thus completely blinded to the intentions and poor character of such a woman.
how pitiful.
---------------------------------------------
i've been occasionally reading this blog for some time now.
missizzy.org
imo, its kewl that she airs her opinions (obviously openly and fearlessly -.-), with things making sense as they should be.
just like how men are simple creatures, who only want Food and Sex. in one of her entries, it is clearly and sufficiently proved with her experience. just a funny entry that tickled my funny bone. LOL. amusing.
sorry to say, but i love it when someone speaks of men in such a manner ;)
word of caution though, before starting to read anyone's blog at all, if u're not open to what others think, then please keep to yourself and not read what they have to say.
to some extent, i think i sound like i'm full of criticisms for men.
----------------------------------------------------
nightey sweeties.
kiss.
bee at 2:27 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
i was lookin' at a diaper bag (the really big one that has baby couture or sth embroidered on the side pocket, and comes with the juicy changing pad, juicy burp pad, and bib with juicy angel in cursive). in my opinion it was the PERFECT bag for mummies or mothers to be. (we can always buy it and keep it for years down the road and carry it off as a piece of vintage!).
i always had this idea that i don't want to be the kinda mummy (if i ever become one one day! :)) who carries a pram, loads of barang barang in plastic bags, which makes her look really clumsy even if she's not. point is, i am clumsy without having to even look like i am. so, i've decided i just need a big bag for baby's necessities and my supportive, comfortable (because by then it'll be FATTY!) arm and off we go! SHOPPING! haha. which is also why i always felt we should have trolleys and travellators in every major shopping mall for a start. (i don't like to have to wait for what seems like a day for just a lift and then find out that i have to squeeze with a dozen other people -.-). but i guess small shops can't accomodate the size of the trolley. :P woops!
well anyway, back to the bag. at $79.90, well $75 actually, (because there was no need to haggle with her to get the price down, as she'll tell you she'll cut it down for you way before you even zip it open to take a decent look), i highly doubt its authentic, even though the material and all is pretty nice and worthy. but the woman, keeps saying that hers is authentically made in korea/japan and that the factory has a license to produce this products. oh puhlease, i think she meant that the factory has a license to run, because juicy stuff is only made in Bulgaria/Italy/the Glamourous USA, and other western countries perhaps as long as its stated on individual product descriptions on their website.
so there was absolutely no need for her to repeatedly brag about the so-called authenticity of her bags the whole time. disgusting. she was treating me like a nut thinking that i had absolutely zero knowledge about juicy stuff (not that i know a lot, because i really don't, but she basically thought i had never ever heard of the brand and even said that 3 months ago when she brought the juicy bags in, NOBODY knew what juicy was!), but in actual fact, had given herself and the true status of the authenticity of her products away without even knowing it (the part about country of manufacture). if the stuff's sooo good, why not open a boutique for specialised stuff at Paragon? ;)
one thing i knew for sure, was that customer service was never present in bugis street shops.
anyway, the worst part came when i was sooo curious about whether her bag came with all the baby stuff in it, which had doubted in the first place. considering the price, that is. $75's not cheap, but it definitely is a 75% discount off the retail price for the truly authentic ones. she agreed to let me open it when asked politely, but exclaimed really loudly "It costs 70 over dollars you know!".
wasn't that a direct hint to say that she thinks i can't afford it?
well now i learned that such people actually exist. I opened my eyes to see and believe that civilisation is not about establishing civilised civilians.
i was shocked. and dumbfounded by that statement. and so i remained reactionless. no rolling eyes, no nothing. there was no point in doing such meaningless things. but in my state of disbelief, i discovered a glue stain on one of the straps. :)
i'm not sure if its because many people came to her shop before to look at stuff and they just walked off without buying and therefore that made her pissed. but of course, she claims that her bags are selling perfectly well, and they get swiped off the shelves before one could even blink.
or maybe, she felt great about herself for being able to come up with a capital to start up a shop selling the velour bags at bugis, and felt that she's the richest woman in the world.
perhaps she was just having a bad day. but that was in no way an excuse.
i don't know what the reason is. but these are my guesses! :P!~
and if its about the dressing, no, i wasn't wearing shabby, granny clothes like what people would wear only at home or even ah lian clothes (NO WAY!!! NOT EVER!!!) but still, the daring, uncooth AUNTIE still said what she said, in Mandarin.
wait till she meets a humble yet rich girlie (in a super duper rare case but there is such an admirable person out there) who puts the whole hoo-haa about the glam factor to shame as she would show the world that looks are not equivalent to how much $ one has. (especially when there are people who want to and try to look glam so that people will think that they r glam & rich n so they therefore try to cook up this glam image to meet the common perception of people who think that looking glam comes with a big price tag. but they forgot that sometimes, money can't buy class, taste and style. for example, look at how Charlize Theron was slammed by Celebrity Stylists and etc. for that Christian Dior dress that she wore on the red carpet on the Oscar night).
i don't only have one encounter @ bugis to prove that the service sucks there. sorry, but i guess that's the simplest word to use.
many weeks ago, ailay entered this apparel shop @ bugis to try on a pair of black cropped pants with runching at the sides. we both thought it looked great on her.
then came along this sales-woman who was unPleasantly Plump, more Plumpy than ailay of course, who said to her "are u surprised that you can fit into an M?".
oh trust me, that was so freaking suggestive.
and IT went on.. "when i look at you, the first thing i noticed was that your hips/thigh area is big but surprisingly your waist is small". (i think she meant that the biggest part of ailay's body was her hips/thighs area and therefore relatively unproportionate to the rest of her body)
and. she POINTED at ailay's thighs too.
how insensitive can she get! it has reached a point where the possibility of humiliation strides in and insult could possibly get in the victim's way, and innocent honesty takes a trip to the backyard and stays there!
ailay may not have put it to heart, but the both of us felt that the sales-woman was so utterly rude. and of course, i'm glad we remained calm, unaffected by a nobody's comments and we used the experience as something to chat about for a moment or two. wasn't that the best way to go?
what are all these negative comments supposed to mean?
are the bugis sales-women looking to being mean, foulmouthing and offending people in a way that they think sounds like an honest viewpoint so hopefully their potential customers would believe what they said and feel insecure about themselves and therefore purchase their products to make themselves and their imperfections look better?
the above scenarios may look like personal attack cases, but imo, they're just good examples of the lack of customer service, which includes the level of product knowledge and the way in which customers should be treated with "care", and not belittlement, and over-flooded with bragging and arrogance.
i do understand that no human is perfect. it doesn't hurt to be nicer to others (i don't mean that sales peeps should tell white lies, but basic courtesy's all i'm asking for - yes, no extras) rather than to use or create an imperfection in oneself to sell one's stuff at the expense of another and his/her imperfections.
bee at 8:47 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
all along, it has always been "absence makes the heart grow fonder". *absence of a loved one*.
but i remember some time ago, i've been hearing "abstinence makes the heart grow fonder" from quite a few peeps. should be people of my age or around my age, could be younger or slightly older, but its within the +/- 4 range. in what context, i can't rem'ber. can't even rem'ber who. but the essence is in the sentence.
FYI, abstinence refers to abstaining from sex, alcohol, food. blah. or at least i'd prefer to think so. or maybe abstaining oneself from shopping. haha.
so in a way, that makes the meaning of the whole sentence more notorious and puts good ol' plain innocent absence aside.
how sad isn't it. seeing that the term 'absence' in that sentence is absent in that sentence, it shows what teenagers are thinking of nowadays.
or at least, teenagers on the whole. i'm excluded.
bee at 11:45 AM
(0) hushy lil babies!
dokie, i just want to say that..
1. i ate jap food (RICE! Shiromi Tamago Don Set & he had the Mini Katsu Curry Set)
2. the unaskable(s) happened. :)? or >.3. i finally found out that the big letter "J" style of curls that i always wanted can never be achieved by a perm! that big letter "J" at the end ends of your hair effect can only be created by a blow-dry!! HOHO! i've been enlightened with knowledge. yes, i felt so dumb as i was always clouded by the illusion of me sitting down on a big black salon-type chair with big fat rollers only at the ends of my hair - which apparently is an impossible feat! urgh.
i obviously never knew of anything like that until yesterday, because i've never dared to try getting my hair blow-curled. It was always blow-dried STRAIGHT. and nothing else. i always wanted puffy, but straight hair by the way. straight hair with volume i guess. XD because i just think its c.u.t.e. but rebonding killed the puffy part of it, and my natural hair is NOT as straight as i want it to me. SEE? a living proof that women will never be contented with what they have.
anyway, dumb feelings (like the one about how to achieve THOSE curls - i still can't believe i thought it was done via a perm all along?!?!) always makes me feel like i'm a developing Chinese Blonde. (i am currently at the laggy & blur (but able to understand things with time) stage!).
if you don't know what a Chinese Blonde means, let the silly one explain.
a blonde is a woman who is always portrayed as dumb, and even stupid, in silly jokes because she doesn't understand certain things AT ALL. a Chinese blonde, is a such a blonde at heart, only that she has Black hair, instead of blonde.
:D
bee at 7:33 AM
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had dinner wif doodoo last nite.. and.. being a collector of the maxim mag, i was surprised to discover that he forgot to purchase the March issue. hahaha :)
so... i bought it for him and hid it in my bag.
he enjoys the joke section the most. and HOHOHO. they gave a copy of a joke book with their March Issue.. that i thoroughly enjoyed too! jokes about (or actually, mocking) marriage, blondes and oldies (some couples grow old gracefully, but not all of them do!). anyway, in case u were wondering, yes, i am convinced that the SGD$6 that was spent on that mag was totally worth it - at least for a couple of laughs.
i bet we all know that maxim is supposedly a men's magazine. but apparently, there's a reasonable number of females reading the mag too (like me! of all people!)
but the funniest, and most amusing part, i find, is that, as much as the maxim editorial team cracks jokes about the marriage, blondes and oldies stuff to create some laughter of everyday life happenings, that i bet makes some men out there (i don't know who though - but there's all kinds out there) feel that they shouldn't get married, or that they shouldn't marry blondes (because in those jokes, blondes = stupidity), and at the same time possibly suggesting that growing old with the woman who spent the last 30 to 50 years with them may not be too good an idea after all, men still get married, even to blondes, and they still grow old with women, despite these funny, sickening and i-don't-know-how-to-describe-it jokes that suggest that they should've done otherwise, or should never consider doing!
talk about jokes with the meaning of life involved!
oh yes - this deserves a mention imo. it is a lovely day today, like every other lovely day. the singtel tare panda hello world tour collection is finally completed.
bee at 12:09 AM
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