I like this girl but she doesn’t like me. What do I do?
Nothing.
But I really like her!!!
Do you have a lot of money, time and dignity? If you don’t, have a big cry about it and find another girl to like.
I like this girl but she has a boyfriend. What do I do?
Nothing.
But she likes me too.
Then she’s a player. It’ll end in tears.
But I really like her!!!
One, can you win in a fight with the boyfriend? Two, do you care what people think about you? Three, any girl who would even make you ask these questions of yourself ain’t worth it.
This girl likes me, but I don’t like her. What do I do?
Nothing.
But she keeps calling me and bumping into me by “accident”!
Be a bastard - ignore her. She’ll thank you for it.
It’s been a while since I’ve you-know, and I’m kinda horny. Should I take advantage of her?
No, that would be taking “being a bastard” a little too far.
It’s hard. She keeps throwing herself at me.
Ah well, if you won’t be embarrassed if people find out about you two, then go for it you bastard.
Ah damn, now she won’t leave me alone!!!
Hmm, why do I suddenly feel like watching Michael Douglas movies. You know - “Fatal Attraction”, “Basic Instinct”, “Disclosure”?
I’ve been spending time and money on this girl, and doing errands for her but I’m not getting anywhere with her.
Abort, abort.
What?
I’d rather spend money on a prostitute. At least I know what I’m getting and I don’t have to beg for it.
That’s not a relationship.
Neither is yours.
Girls like to be wooed, she’ll turn around.
Hah! How long has it been? A month?! If she liked you, she’d let you have her by now!
Not all girls are like that.
Don’t kid yourself. All girls like it just as much as we do. If she’s itching for you, you don’t even have to do anything!
What do you know? You’ve been single for 4 years.
True, but at least I know enough to not ask for relationship advice from a guy who’s been single for 4 years.
On Friday night, whilst partying with my friends a male stranger came up to me, put his arm around my shoulders and said,
You are very handsome.
Erm, thanks? Now why can’t a girl come up to me and say that?! Heh.
He didn’t say it in a sexual way and he didn’t feel me up so it wasn’t creepy. But then he kept coming over to talk to me about some girl that he was frustrated with. Think the guy’s contemplating switching teams because of it???
Who knows. Just to avoid him, I went and stood amongst my female friends. “Ah, that’s much better,” I thought. “This is where I belong. And this is how I roll.”
For some reason, people who join social networking sites seem to think it’s ok to blab about everything and anything, no matter how personal. Like that banking intern in the US who got caught lying about not being able to work because he was stupid enough to broadcast on Facebook, the party that was his real reason for not showing up to work.
This is no different to people who bare it all on their blogs I guess. Though on a social networking site, this information is broadcast to more people whom you know or allegedly know anyway, making the knowledge more relevant and potentially more harmful.
It’s like telling your group of friends and acquaintances things that they don’t necessarily want to know. The phrase “too much information” in this context is more apt than ever. The ironic thing is that some of these people who are brutally open and bold online are not necessarily like that in real life. Why do they think that the impact of what they share online is less?
Ultimately, unless I’m intimate with a person, I’m more comfortable with not knowing every single personal detail of even my closest friends. I don’t need to know, and they certainly do not need to tell. Like how everyone likes a bit of personal space, not telling someone everything is like not standing too close to them. Because you know, that’s just really uncomfortable.
On my list of Facebook “friends” are several women whom I had liked at one point or another. I don’t want to sound like I’m bragging but I never sought them out. The friend requests came from them. And in hindsight, I would have preferred that they weren’t on my list because I don’t really care what they’ve been up to.
As callous as that sounds, that’s just being honest. I mean, we weren’t friends to begin with. I liked them but they never liked me back, so that was that. I never hung around in real life pretending to be a friend after I had been rejected.
The problem with seeing their updates and photos, especially when they are to do with their love lives is information that does me no good. Sometimes it even generates a pang of jealousy in me when I had already been over them for so long.
Facebook causes unnecessary stress that way. It really does. Just like how Steph’s friend Kylie reacted to knowing about her ex’s marriage and son. It’s no wonder she calls it “Fuckedbook”.
This is one big reason that I don’t log on as often as I used to. I only go on when I know friends had posted photos of recent events, and to feed my Fluff pet (shut up). And speaking of the Fluff pet, I think I might let it starve to death soon.
My parents and brother come back from their 2-week trip to Shanghai this weekend. During my mother’s absence, I’ve been taking turns with my cousin making what I’d like to call “bachelor food”: all kinds of pasta, curries and rice porridges with pork or fish.
One of the easiest dishes that I like to make is Japanese-style beef curry. The main ingredients for 4 serves:
700g of chuck or casserole beef
1 large onion
A couple of carrots
S&B brand “Golden Curry” paste - available in the Asian aisle of your supermarket or an Asian grocery store
Steps:
Cut up the meat into cubes. Marinate with salt, sugar and pepper for about half an hour. I also like to add a few tablespoons of sesame-seed oil to my marinates - it has a very nice aroma.
Chop up the onion and carrots.
Brown the onions on high heat. Then add the beef and brown these slightly.
Add water - you know you are doing it right when the water turns into a lovely brown broth.
Add the carrots and cover the wok to bring the water to a boil. Then turn the heat down to the lowest and let it stew for about an hour.
Add in the curry paste.
Stew for another half an hour or one hour, depending on how tender you like the beef to be.
Serve with rice.
For the impatient, here’s the easy pictorial guide.
One grandma’s throwing up into a bucket whilst showing the world she doesn’t care about “upskirt”, another grandma nonchalantly making herself a drink, all while a suave lounge lizard type with a mullet does the blue steel.
Have you seen a more surreal, bizarre and hilarious picture than this lately? I think not.
I was asked to do the Saturday shift by my company on Wednesday. I was told that I’d get Friday off, and because I was also working the next Saturday I’d also get Monday off. Sweet, I thought! But then I was immediately conflicted.
The Saturday shift hours are from 7am to 3pm. Friday night I already had plans to go out. So would I be sensible and forgo my Friday night plans? Err well, not quite. So here’s how I tackled it. On Thursday night, I slept for 11 hours. Then during the day I had two naps: a 2.5 hour one after lunch, and another 1 hour one just before I went out at 12am.
I felt refresh and I didn’t even need caffeine. So there I was partying and socialising, and generally having a blast with my friends. Then came 4:30am and it was time for me to head back home to feed Snoop as I wasn’t gonna be home for his breakfast. I did that, washed my face, changed out of my sweat-soaked T-shirt, grabbed a can of V energy drink (just in case) and went straight back into the city for my work.
Alertness update: at this stage, I wasn’t sleepy yet and still quite alert. So I got to work and did the usual tasks - checked the helpdesk email queue, and listen to the phone messages. All up that took me 1 hour before I was suddenly idle. Then the silence hit me. I was all alone!
Doing the weekend shift was great because the hours are shorter, the workload was low and the phone calls came sporadically. But I don’t get to banter with my colleagues and hear jokes being bounced around. It was a very solitary experience.
Before long, my eyes started feeling heavy at around 10:30am. Shit! Four and a half more hours to go! I was very tempted to down the can of V then. But I thought I wanted to be able to sleep when I get home later. So I resisted the urge. Instead, I started wandering around the quiet office. At one stage, I even took off my shoes and walked in my socks. It was very refreshing.
The inevitable did happen: I tilted my chair, put my feet up on my PC underneath the desk and ended up snoozing. I’d answer some calls, do a cursory check of the email queue, then go back to napping again. At around 11am I ran out into the rain to grab a Subway from across the street. Getting wet reinvigorated me again.
And then what happens after lunch? I felt sleepy again. Hahah! Ok but we are nearing the end run: 2 and a bit more hours to go. Knowing that perked me up. And wouldn’t you know it, the calls started coming in more frequently. The rest of the country seems to have woken up too.
Getting home after was sweet relief. I showered, played with Snoop and slept for 4 hours. I didn’t end up going out that night. But it wasn’t because I was tired, it was because I didn’t feel like going to the club that Simon wanted to go.
This feels like where my story should end, yeah? Wrong! At 4am Sunday morning, I headed out to do some work for my old company - the data centre that they use was swapping out their energy infrastructure and I had to go and restart their servers and make sure that they come back on properly.
So here I am on a Sunday afternoon, manically penning down my thoughts from a manic weekend. It went by in such a blur. It’s a good thing that I’ve got the whole of today and tomorrow to recover. And next Friday night and Saturday morning, I am gonna be doing it again.
