Whenever I feel my mind compressing from the stress, I stare out this window and feel the pressure dissipate into space, and me floating to a place where I’m not yelled at by angry customers, where things don’t stop working for no reason, where the phones stay silent for more than 10 minutes, and where I see you standing there smiling at me, asking me to come out and play.

I’ve never been good talking on the phone. I once had a girl lose interest in me because I couldn’t converse well enough on the phone, or so I was told by her best friend. Of all the things to get rejected by! According to her, it sounded like I was bored and in a hurry and therefore meant that I didn’t really care what she was saying. Yeah I was bored but I guess I could have faked it better. Hah!

On the contrary I have been told that I’m a good listener. But the big difference? It’s usually when I’m face to face with the person. I work better when I can see the other person’s facial expressions and body language and can hear the tone of voice clearly. I know what to say next, when to nod, when to laugh and when to give a slight touch to show that I am really paying attention.

It may seem like I love stringing words together in wonderful sentences in the written form, but I prefer the stop and start, the back and forth and the unpredictability of a real live conversation. Instant messaging may come close but not quite because again, I can’t see the face and the body and I can’t hear the tone of voice. I don’t know how to make adjustments on the fly because I can’t see your reaction to what I’m saying.

Modern technology has given a shitty phone talker like me more options to get in touch with someone but I still love me some face time. So yeah, I may sound bored and in a hurry when I’m on the phone with you but that’s only because I want to get it over with, so that I can see you for real.

I’ve seen more than a few instances where an Asian guy is carrying his girlfriend’s handbag or purse. Seriously. Stop it.

I can only think of a few exceptions when you should hold on to her handbag or purse:

• She’s trying on clothes.
• She’s going to a public toilet and she doesn’t want to carry it in.
• She’s holding your baby.

Yeah that’s it.

If you are out and about just walking around doing some shopping, by all means carry her shopping. But you draw the line at her handbag. It doesn’t make you look like a gentleman, and it doesn’t make you cool in a metrosexual way. It just makes you look like a wet sop.

If her handbag is too heavy for her to carry, help her remove any junk that she doesn’t need on a daily basis. Anything carried for a “just-in-case” scenario should be kept at home. Here are what I think should be her essentials: lipstick or lip gloss, touch-up make up with small mirror, backup tampon or pad, phone, keys, money and assorted credit cards and membership cards.

If she’s carrying a magazine or a book as well in that oversized bag of hers, you better be giving her a stern look when she makes you carry her bag. You hear me?! Man up!

Unless you are Cristiano Ronaldo, and even then it’s debatable.
(via Socialite Life, image source)

I met Ashley in November 2009. There was a joint-birthday party at my house and she was the friend of a co-host. We have since become quite close friends in a short period of time. We can talk about anything and sometimes she’s so in tune with my emotional and romantic values that it’s freaky. She thinks so much like a guy sometimes that I think she’s one in disguise. Hah!

Like my other close female friends, being with her is easy-going, comforting and relaxing. So welcome to my harem of female friends Ash where the way to keep me happy is to stay the same person as you are now. And say hello to your harem-sisters Kayo, Lydia and Selina.

Right now, I can hear my mother yelling in the background:

You don’t need more female friends! You need a girlfriend! And I want grandchildren!

Heh sorry mom. Am working on that still.

So I’ve caught 2.5 eps of Jersey Shore and I’m ashamed to admit that I luuurve it. Hahah! It’s my new guilty pleasure. Plus Sammi is hot. Apparently they are doing Asian, Russian and Persian versions next. So cringe-worthy but I will probably still watch it. Woohoo!

Anyways, one of the reasons that I’m really getting into the show is because of the things that it teaches you about relationships.

1. Don’t be a drama queen. Nobody likes drama queens. Especially when your drama is too much even for a reality show.
2. Chicks really dig washboard abs.
3. Dating a married guy will probably not end well. If you are ok with it though, don’t expect too much from it either.
4. Hot tubs and champagne always go well together. Especially when you are side by side with people of the opposite sex wearing very little. Which brings us to …
5. If you are already in a relationship, it’s a bad idea to surround yourself with temptation day in and day out. Things are bound to happen, people are bound to lapse and forget that they are not supposed to do that. Which brings us to …
6. If you succumb to temptation, don’t feel compelled to tell your boyfriend or girlfriend about it, especially when it’s something meaningless. In the end, if you still want to be with that person then not telling them is not gonna harm anyone. Ignorance is really bliss.
7. If your boyfriend or girlfriend breaks up with you because you decided to offload your guilt by telling them anyway, you are allowed to be the one who’s angry about it because they don’t know the true value of your relationship that they would just throw it away because of one moment of infidelity. Well, actually no you are not.
8. When you don’t think twice about kissing someone on the mouth with tongue, dirty-dancing and getting physically inappropriate with someone, don’t get all jealous when they start doing it with someone else too. Fair’s fair. If you don’t like the game, then don’t play it.
9. Also, don’t get all jealous when the person that you’ve just hooked up with talks to someone of the opposite sex. If you do get jealous, don’t spite the other person by flirting with someone else or snogging them.
10. The Guido fist-pump is an awesome dance move. Ok that’s not really a relationship tip. I just wanted to end with that.

(Youtube)

I was scheduled to do the weekend shift this week so I had Thursday and Friday off. On my two days off, although I kept thinking to myself that I should be making up for my lost weekend by doing something, I ended up staying indoors and playing video games for both days, the whole day. In between that, I napped and killed time by mindlessly browsing the Internet.

I was feeling that I might have wasted my two days off but at the same time, is it really wasted when I was perfectly contented? In general, this seems to be the way I’m feeling towards my life and career.

Long ago, I’ve recognised that I don’t have the ambition and drive to achieve something just for the sake of achievement. It is expected for people to continually climb the career ladder for more money and responsibility. But I don’t feel the incessant need to do so even though both things are fulfilling to most people. I will only go for something when I feel I’m ready for it. I don’t force a schedule onto myself.

I don’t have a list of things to do before I turn such and such age, and I don’t have places to see and things to eat before I die. I don’t have a bucket list because I don’t measure the worth of my life with milestones.

I do measure it though with the personal relationships that I have in my life. And right now, it’s pretty damn good. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling so contented when common perception is that I can and should be doing more with my life.

p.s. I made up for the lost weekend by going out on Saturday night and having myself an awfully good time but the two tequila shots at the end of it was two tequila shots too many.

Sunday morning at work, rocking the hair
that’s leftover from Saturday night

Girl visits doctor. Girl gets drugged. Girl raps and talks about unicorns. Friend films girl. Girl is Internet famous.

(College Humor)

Yeah, I would like to have some of whatever she’s having. Ok maybe not.

Reminds me of this little kid.