Saturday, March 29, 2008

doo and i got 2 free guest-list tickets for a stand-up comedy performmance from my bro's friend who's in marketing.. the stage that night featured kumar and ali wong..

and i must say ali wong is just sooooooooo freaking cute!~!~ plus daring. but i guess that's how growing up in the states might be like.. it's up to you to be free and bold. the performance is rated M18 (and i only found out like after i went there, haha!) and well i guess i shouldn't be surprised at why it was such. she pulled up her jeans in a demonstration to the crowd on how to hide that tummy (which i think everyone should have already known how to do that) and also showed the downside of it: you get a camel toe showing haha (i mean if u're wearing those thin, stretchy, cheapo jeans i think). i'm so shortsighted so i couldn't see anything but well, she wanted someone to touch it. so there was this table of okamoto people (peeps who work in that condom company who was a sponsor for the event) and well this guy went up to touch it (though i'm pretty sure i saw his fingers touching only her tummy but with his palm close enough to fake the audience that he had touched the 'toes'). thank God for that~

well kumar was up after ali wong.. and he was his flashy, prissy, drag self on stage. his jokes were so damn funny and were obviously, not for the slow folks (the term 'slow pokes' would sound really mean). i was slow when it came to certain jokes but for all the rest that i managed to catch, it was racistly and politically funny.

despite all the laughter, i'm actually not sure if i would've paid $45 per head to watch the show though. :X though i made doo take a cab down from work at the far end of Singapore to make it on time with me.. this, after all, was a last min thing.

anyway, we headed to carls junior after that as doo wanted to grab a burger. guess w00t. there was this loud table-falling-down sound which made everyone turn heads to look at a poor girl whose bf had pushed the table down and left. which got me thinking - why are men so damn rough and violent (or agressive) in terms of their mannerisms and they don't realise it? i'm just speaking about the majority of men (so not all men are like that but if you're a guy who's reading this, i know u'd probably see yourself as the minority because u might just be part of the majority of them who fail to realise that they are one of those). yes i seem somewhat prejudiced against men again i know X_X but i can't help it. life's unfair sometimes and we just ought to face it. well the good side about this whole thing is that no matter how prejudiced i am against men or whatever stereotyped, narrow-minded thoughts i have about them, i am still straight and i'm SO straight i cannot imagine kissing a girl. like isn't that amazing?

back to the topic: are they rough because they were brought up by those "fatherly" role-models who parent their children like they're commandos commanding the commandees? and because of that the boys who grow up to be the exact same type of men as their fathers unconsciously think that it is right to be rough and that they never ever get to see themselves in their uncouth state (by uncouth i am actually including coarse language actually - aka vulgarities which are sometimes freely used for the sake of sounding cool -?!?!?!-)? i suppose to some extent, mannerisms are sort of "built-in" us, since i like to think that it has something to do with upbringing, and so it is difficult to change, and difficult to realise what sort of mannerisms we have because it is already "built-in"' and not made-to-order instead.

ah well. that is rather irritating but nobody's perfect, so it's all about how we accept one another's flaws isn't it?

digressing.. i looked at my wardrobe today and i'm not sure if i should say this about myself, but i feel like a nut having realised that i have loads similar outfits. an odd habit which is similar to that of another: me buying the same things in different colours or buying 2 pieces of the same thing so that i can bear to wear just one of it (having the ease of mind of knowing that if one 'spoils' i'll always have another - a habit i've mentioned like a thousand times already). and needless to say, it has yet to change.

i strongly believe that outfits say a lot about a person, and my art teacher once told me that even one's dressing could be considered art. so yeah. i didn't understand her now but i'm beginning to i guess. apart from the art of fashion itself, i believe one's dressing is more than just a sketch or whatsoever. basically, it tells people something about you and conveys a message (for example, i love babydoll dresses OR i'm acting like a punk rock star today).

and so, i discovered something about myself which i have never known of before: it seems my unconscious mind has a thing for stripes in shades of red and green coupled with white. i've got:
* 2 collared tie-sleeve shirts, one with red&white stripes and another with green&white stripes.
* a babydoll dress with the exact same shade of red and white stripes and with a ribbon in front.
* a pinafore with the exact same shade of green and white stripes as the collared one and with a sash.
* an F21 pinafore that has what i call less-contrast stripes (in coral and a lighter pink) in the background at white hearts in the foreground.

and admist all the stripes, to my horror, i noticed they all have some sort of ribbon on them, and 3/4 of those outfits have thin stripes. this is thus excluding another 2 dresses which have thicker stripes (and no prizes for guessing that they are exactly the same if not for their colour: black/blue and black/white). i call the black/white combi the jailbird dress. HAHA.

next, my obsession with bows and ribbons (as my colleagues have also cleverly noticed), is carried onto black dresses. i've got 2. one as a tube, another as a pinafore, and the both of them have big bows at the back. tons of other work clothes have ribbons as well.. and babydoll dresses with ribbons have become a staple in my wardrobe.

i also have another 3 babydoll dresses with very similar cuttings (DUH actually, since they're all babydolls with thin straps and pockets). one's in black taffeta, another in white raw cotton and a third in an undescribable but lovely shade of bloo. i'm aiming for a fourth colour: hot pink. heheheheh.. but at the same time i'm wondering if i ought to get another piece in white since my white one seems to be getting old and it's the one that looks the best for spring and summer (it is summer here all year round anyway!) X_X!

these are just some of the things i'm mad about now.. and there's a truckload of countless dresses waiting to be talked about (with them being similar in cutting OR entirely identical in cutting but different in terms of their colour). maybe i should take pics so i can admire everything in one picture. but i'm way too lazy to do so~ haha.

ugh. it's crazy. it's alr sat night and tomorrow's my dreaded sunday because that's the day that i will never get to enjoy to the max as i keep reminding myself that monday is just a couple of hours NEAR (notice it's NEAR, not away).

the good thing about the weekend is that i get to sleep without worries though. i've slept like 4 hours per weekday night and my eyebags are 5x darker than before. boohoo :( no amount of retail therapy can cure this i bet.
bee at 7:22 PM