10/10/10

It's auspicious,

A great day to get married, they say.

Well, to the single folks (like me),

We don't exactly have an "other half" to do anything with on this day.

In my opinion? The only thing special about this day is the fact that such a number rarely happens.

And a few of my friend's birthdays are on this day.

Oh, and the "TENG TENG TENGGGGG!"

Not like I have a boyfriend to do anything special with today.

But really, is 10/10/10 just for couples?

I think not.

So tomorrow, I will go all out do 10 very exciting things.

Behold!

Eileen Woo's How-I-Keep-Myself-From-Being-Lifeless-When-I-Really-Am-(not) list:

1. Buy water guns, and have a water fight with my brothers.

2. Do a syok sendiri photoshoot. Hair, make up, the works.

3. Do homework (What else is new? Well, I still have responsibilities, you know.)

4. Start Kancil's entry. (yalah I procrastinated)

5. Continue doing uni search. Must not slack liao.

6. Call up all my close friends and yell "TENG TENG TENNGGG!" the minute they say hello.

7. After that remind them how much I love them else they'll never answer my calls.

8. Mop house. (Eh it's a good habit okay)

9. Start compiling portfolio.

10. Buy a GQ magazine. (What? It's good to get in touch with my.. Uh... Masculine side. No I am not secretly aspiring to be a male.)

Looks like a busy Sunday, don't it?

I'm happy to say

That emo Eileen has gone!

Yes! No more annoyingly emo posts because she has packed her bags and moved to Antarctica. :D

In comes completelynonsensicallysenselessfilledwithtakdekerjaness Eileen.

*jumps for joy* Clap lah! Feel happy for me! :D

Unfortunately I am super bored.

Like seriously, I can go watch my plants grow, and that would be more interesting.

I feel so jobless (padahal I do have a job lah, but I called for another day off cos my wisdom tooth is aching)

On that note, why do they call it a wisdom tooth?

It's not like I've gotten any wiser.

And all four of mine have grown out.

Am I supposed to be four times wiser? -.-

I would totally yank out all four of my teeth, but apparently I'd die of blood loss.

Apparently after pulling one out, I have to stay in for 4 days.

Which means, I need to rest a total of 16 days when I do yank all four teeth.

That would be the lesser of two evils, considering that the first time one of my wisdom teeth grew out, I was in so much pain that I had fever.

But then there's another problem,

I'm going for internship in 2 weeks lah.

I suppose my best bet would be to yank at least ONE of them out lah.

Which means I need to go for surgery.

Which means I might not be able to talk for days.

I don't think I have a problem with not talking,

It's just that, it's really really annoying.

Especially when I'm annoyed with someone and I dearly wish to scold them about it but I can't.

I can totally imagine the scene:

Random College Mate (RCM): AUNTIE EILEEN!!!!!

Me And My Muffled Mouth (MAMMM): MMMMMPHHH!!!

My Cynically Annoyed Self (MCAS): Shaaaddaaaaap lah!

RCM: Oh that's right, YOU CAN'T TALK! HAHAHAHA!

MAMMM: MMMPH MMM MPHH!

MCAS: Evil being, spawn of Satan, I CURSE YOU!

RCM: Poor little Eileen, can't speak. HAHAHAH!

MAMMM: MMMPH MMPH MM!!

MCAS: AAAHHH SCREW YOU!

Yes that just about sums it up.

Don't get any ideas, you.

I

Am no fluffy bunnies,

Fairytales,

Happy endings,

Riding off into the sunset with your knight in shining armor person.

People who know me, would know that the last thing I am,

is girly.

Like the all things pink and cutesy and princessy.

Nope. Sorry wrong number.

Hello, I'm one of the largest cynics on Earth. Ask anyone.

I don't believe in happy endings.

I think that every story with a happy ending is complete bullshit.

Despite (and I may sound hypocritical) how satisfying you feel when you read a happy ending.

I think people made that happy ending just to make us all feel better about ourselves.

To think, oh if this happened to so-and-so (insert dreamy hero/heroine name here),

It can happen to me.

Hence, hope (cue shining light with angels singing in background)

Bullshit.

Problems don't go away.

They come and go,

Disturb the calm.

Cause discord among people,

Ties severed,

Hearts broken.

It comes to a point when you have to realize that after slaying one dragon,

A newer, meaner one comes out.

So you can't expect to ride into the sunset peacefully and nothing else is going to disturb your happy lives.

The only thing we can do about it, is to solve the problem.

Work,

Persevere.

I don't believe in sitting, waiting, and dreaming.

Hoping the problem solves itself.

You may as well crossover to lah-lah-land.

I slay my own monsters.

But in solving that problem comes another problem:

It depends if both parties want to solve it.

If one wants to and the other doesn't, what's the point?

So there's another problem,

The party that wants to solve the problem has to think of a way to solve that problem,

But how does the party do it when the other party is unwilling?

And in that problem comes another problem.

And if that problem isn't solved, the problem doesn't go away.

Am I making sense?

Probably not.

Bottom line, happy endings, no such thing.

I never believed in it, and I never will.

Besides, who says every story needs an ending?

If there's an ending to each of our stories,

It'd be death.

Sounds depressing, don't it?

Now there's another problem...

And again I'm not making any sense.

What Words Are

I heard this a long time from a friend.

Expanded the first sentence.

Words are just words when the person who said them didn't mean them.

They don't hold water,

They don't hold anything,

and they never will.

People will say so many things,

Make so many promises to you,

And never mean them,

Never keep them.

Never say anything you don't mean,

Especially not to a girl.

Never make a promise to anyone,

And break it.

Especially not to a girl.

Because her heart will break.

Because she was waiting with baited breath for you to keep that promise.

Because she hoped so much that you would keep that promise.

Because a promise to her is a test of how much you love her.

A fulfilled promise, is a measure of how important she is to you.

A broken promise, shows how much you fail at loving her.

Or maybe not at all.

Your excuses,

Your so-called reasons,

Were they really so important,

So much more important than your girl?

If they were, then she really isn't all that important.

Never make a promise that you can't fulfill.

You'll save the heartache.

If you wanted her to trust you,

You shouldn't have promised.

Keep this in mind.

Before you lose your hold on her.

And she leaves with someone who deserves her.

But if she's not important, you wouldn't care,

Would you?

"Be careful little lips, what you say;

For empty words and promises lead broken hearts astray."

- Slow Fade, Casting Crowns

Cross My Heart

And hope to God,

There will be a better tomorrow.

Cross My Heart,

I tell no lies.

I will always be by your side.

Cross my heart,

Swear to God,

I love you, that I do.

Cross My Heart,

I say to you,

I'll never break my promise to you.

Won't you cross your heart and fulfill all those promises too?

Let me try....

To write a story.

There was a lady,

We'll call her Shirley.

She was old and alone.

A spinster, living with her cat Pussems.

In an old house at Jalan Ampang.

Every morning, Shirley would wake up,

give Pussems his milk,

wash up,

make breakfast,

and read the papers.

At night she was Shirley the Superwoman.

Pussems was her trusty sidekick, Pussy.

She could fly in the air,

Shoot laser beams from her eyes,

Lift a piano with one finger,

Knit a hundred sweaters in a minute.

Yes, that's Shirley.

A nice little old woman by day,

Bad-ass superwoman by night.

Didn't see that one coming did ya?

What? You mean old people can't be superheroes too?

Shame on you! Don't discriminate.

I think they'd make pretty cool superheroes.

Imagine grandmas and grandpas flying around in leotards and capes.

Underwear inside out.

Lifting heavy objects..... Without breaking their backs.

Nice world to live in, don't you think?

Things To Do Before I Go For Internship

1. Pick up my driving.

Considering that I'm going to work, I don't think I want to mafan people into sending me to work.

Plus it's all the way in Bangsar, the not-so-holy place where all traffic jams occur. I doubt I want to depend on public transport either, in case I have to reach home late, that's not safe at all.

And I'm a big girl now lah. High time I start depending on my own transport.

2. Figure out faster not-so-jammed way from Bandar Sri Damansara to Bangsar.

Based on statement above, I do not want to be caught in traffic jams all the time.

3. Buy more OL clothes.

It's internship. Nuff said.

4. Learn to wear heels.

Woo Eileen and heels do not agree. That is, till she needs to start working.

5. Buy a new bag.

My current one is dying. As much as I love it, I'll have to let it go.

6. Re-dye my hair, and do something about my fringe.

My hair color is fading, and I really miss my red hair. My fringe ah..... Well, it's becoming a bother, really. Blocking my face at times, it covers my face and looks very untidy.

7. Buy more jeans.

Anyone who's gone to college with me know I normally wear shorts, occasionally jeans, once in a while skirts, and when I wear a dress, they can go buy lottery already. Don't think my employer will be too happy with me dressing like that though.

8. Read up or reread the briefs I've had to do back in Account Management.

Oh, yes, I'm working as an Account Executive. So I'll need to recall how to write these things.

9. Finish Semester 5

Internship in Sem 6, haven't finished Sem 5 how to go Sem 6? Ish.

Going Back

If you had the power of time travel,

Or the choice to travel through time,

Would you take it?

If you asked me,

I wouldn't.

I mean, it'd be nice to correct our past mistakes,

To make it all right.

But when I really think about it,

It's those mistakes,

Those flaws that I hate,

Those things I did and that I regret,

That make me who I am.

You see, people make mistakes.

It's part of human nature.

Doesn't matter who you are, you're bound to make these mistakes.

But the best part of it all is that you learn from them,

And try not to make them again.

No matter how huge the mistake it is,

I personally feel that as long as you learned something, it's all that matters.

Which is also why I believe in second chances.

And also why I believe in constant forgiveness.

Because we're all human.

There's no point bitching about each other, really.

For all you know you might make a bigger mistake than others.

And honestly, if we could all travel through time and correct every mistake,

We'd have a perfect world.

And to me, that's pretty boring.

It's these little quirks in our world that makes it so interesting, don't you agree?

I'll end this with one of my favorite quotes:

"God doesn't give you the people you want,

He gives you the people you need.

To hurt you,

To love you,

To teach you,

To break you,

To turn you into the person you're supposed to be."

- Unknown

A Good Thing

It's something most of us are never really grateful for.

Till it's too late.

Humans are such funny creatures.

It's weird how we never truly appreciate the people who matter, till they're gone.

And it's weird how most of us never really realize that.

Till it happens to us.

I guess we all need a reality check, once in a while.

We all think "Nah, it's never gonna happen to me."

The truth is, it can happen to anybody.

You may be lucky enough for it to "never happen to you".

In one split second, you could lose the one thing that matters most to you.

And by that time, it may be too late to get it back.

Appreciation.

That's what we all lack, I think.

If the world just appreciated more, cared more, we'd have less fights.

I have a friend whose dad just passed away.

As I listened to his story, it hit me.

His dad was around my dad's age.

And his dad died of a heart attack.

It is the saddest thing anyone could face.

In just one moment, his entire life is changing.

And there isn't much that he can do about it.

All I'm saying is, we need to appreciate more.

Love more.

The little things a person does for you do matter.

Even though you'd feel that it's not much,

You'd notice them even more when the person is gone.

It'd be too late to appreciate them by then.

I don't know about you, but I don't want to end up regretting the fact that I never appreciated the people that matter in my life.

So take note.

Love more.

At the very least, whenever there are changes, you will have no regrets.

Because you can tell yourself, you did what you could.

While it lasted.

Once Upon a Time

I have nothing to write. When I have nothing to write, I abandon the blog. And so I stopped writing for days. The days turned into weeks and before I knew it it was a month.

Let's see how long this continues. I don't know. I am technically writing something now. But seriously this has no particular topic.

I'd sing a song but the screen is blocking and no I will not post a video of myself singing on YouTube. I refuse to humiliate myself, really. Not that people would want to listen to me anyway.

My singing is exclusively reserved for the walls of my bathroom. Oh yes it's that bad.

Have I ever mentioned that I like Glee? Yes this caveperson has finally gotten out of the confines of her cave to watch one of the most popular series around and I must say it is good! I like how they made the songs relevant to every episode.

I must admit I was skeptical of how a musical could be made into a series, and be successful. I humbly admit I was wrong.

So I have no idea why I'm posting this, I have some research to catch up on but I guess I'm just really bored. Yes this post is to waste my time because I have nothing better to do. This is really out of the blue I'm just throwing words in now.

I think I better stop before someone throws a shoe or food or something or whatever they throw at people who are bad at entertaining oh wow I haven't put a full stop or a comma in this sentence it must be exhausting reading this I bet you're really annoyed now aren't you? :)

Oh god shut up and do your assignments, Eileen.

Why I Don't Believe In Internet Dating (part 2)

I was just going off to bed, when I had this sudden urge to check my Ymail account.

I hadn't looked into it for weeks cos I don't normally use it anymore.

First message I saw, was this:

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Wah.

She made it sound like I proposed a relationship with her.....

"I am sorry for your concern with my Proposal for a relationship with you"

Uh... No need to be sorry, I am not concerned, neither did I propose anything to you.

"but I know that it will grant my request in good faith and understanding,"

So you're just gonna take up any proposal lah? Even if it's non existent? You might want to check out this dude. He'll propose to you in the next message.

"But bear in mind that Love has no colors barrier, no educational back ground barrier, no socio-economic Barrier, religious, linguistic, the nationality or distance barrier, the only important thing is love."

Uh... Okay. For one thing woman, I am straight....

For another thing, I didn't realise that you could fall in love with a person's email address, causing you to magically fall in love with the person as well. I know my email address very sexy la but tone it down, will ya?

I don't know which is freakier, this chick, or this dude .

I don't even know where she came from.

Or how she got a hold of my email, cos I never give it out to anyone unless I know the person.

Or it could be a spam mail. Yeah, let's go with that.

It's an obsession

Guilty as charged, I am a chocoholic.

I love chocolate.

If I had no fear of obesity, it'd be my staple diet.

If I were to go on a diet, the number one temptation would be chocolate.

If I were really sad/hyperventilating, it calms me down.

I doubt anyone would hate chocolate. I mean, HOW CAN YOU?

Such goodness, such sweetness, mm.

Especially those imported Belgium ones.

I tasted them before and it was like heaven in my mouth.

The chocolate literally melted at first bite.

Mmm.

Oh Lord, what wouldn't I give to taste it again?

Yes lah this is a very meaningless post.

I'm bored.

The "Anything Lah" Persona

I love people with opinions, don't you?

I mean life would be so boring without them.

You can argue and debate them.

Which is why I like opinionated people.

They have minds of their own.

They think differently.

Mereka mempunyai PENDAPAT.

I have this thing, when I start talking to an unopinionated person, and when the fella starts agreeing with everything I say, I'd get irritated.

I mean, if you really do agree with me on everything then fine la.

I'm talking about people who don't give an opinion every time, even when they're asked for it.

Like in a discussion with teammates, you turn to everyone after making a long winded speech about Why Pig Can Fly, and ask: "Am I right???"

All of them say, "YES YOU ARE SO RIGHT I AGREE COMPLETELY!"

Okay maybe this isn't such a good example.

But what if after that you continuing by saying how you think the pigs can fly, and the ways you think they can do it.

And you turn to them and ask: "what do you think?"

And they say: "Oh I dunno. Whatever you say."

And they say the same thing to every topic you have.

I don't know about you, but I found it very annoying.

And boring.

I mean, don't you people have any suggestions?

Any "actually, I think...."?

No?

It's like talking to robots.

No thoughts.

No feelings.

Got la, but they follow everything the first person says.

Like a flock of sheep, really.

There's got to be something more up in that noggin' RIGHT??

Isn't that what the human brain is for (I am not saying that they are stupid, please don't take this personally.)?

If we were all under the oppression of some ruthless leader then I can understand.

But we're not.

We happen to be (almost) free individuals with the ability to think and speak (well, with limits) freely.

So isn't there anything that you people can have an opinion on?

It's okay to be neutral.

I'm not saying being "flexible" isn't okay.

All I'm saying is that we each need to have some sort of opinion on things.

Not to say you MUST have an opinion on EVERYTHING lah.

But I'm sure that when someone starts a debate, you'd have an opinion on SOMETHING right?

So, speak your mind.

No one's gonna kill you for it.

Well, unless you do it at the wrong time or to the wrong person.

That's a whole different thing.

Even speaking your mind needs a modicum of tact.

Project Mad Hatter

Ladies and gents, I bring you the sculpture model for my Visual Communication I final class assignment.

Look familiar?

No shit, the Mad Hatter CAN look madder.

Or evil. :)

Thanks to a bit of photoshopping, this guy got a fright job.

He is gonna take up 70% of my time, and will probably be the cause of me losing 10kgs at the end of the project.

I know it's gonna be hard, but you have no idea how psyched I am to complete this.

It's gonna look so cool! Wish me luck! :D

Why I Don't Believe In Internet Dating

Because you meet guys like these.

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I honestly have no idea who the fella is.

But I figured, since the guy managed to muster up the courage to ask, I should at least reply.

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Apparently he didn't get the message that I'm dating someone.

And he is serious about it.

And is he really so socially handicapped that he doesn't even know how to get to know a person?

So I checked out the guy's profile.

I found that he has only 2 friends on his profile.

And he is desperately searching for a girlfriend.

He even posted up his phone number just so the girl (whoever is desperate enough) could call.

Last I saw his status message, he was complaining about how God made girls ugly and boring.

Bitter much?

This post isn't meant to bash him la....

Although it's probably headed in that direction.

But I seriously could not believe how desperate the fella was.

I reread the message like 10 times.

Then print screened it.

What if I did accept him though?

I bet he'd turn into those ultra psycho possessive boyfriends.

The kind that is so insecure,

He must know everything about you, EVERYTHING.

From where you are in public to which room you are in in the house.

He'd be texting me 24/7.

Like non-stop.

Must tell him everything I am doing up to minute detail.

"Dear ah, I'm at One Utama."

"Dear ah, I'm walking to Cold Storage."

"Dear ah, I'm walking one step forward."

"Aiyo dear, got someone cut me in front, must walk one step backward."

"Dear, I am showering."

"Dear, I'm brushing teeth."

"Dear I'm digging my nose."

"Dear I just farted."

If I don't tell, he will go,

"YOU DON'T WANT ME ADY IZZIT?? THERE'S ANOTHER GUY, ISN'T THERE???"

Pssshhhh.....

I cannot imagine living my life like this.

It's like having a CCTV follow you every second.

Or like having a GPS tracker pinned to my back.

And on those nights when I am rushing my assignments,

How the hell am I supposed to do them with Mr. CCTV watching my every move?

I don't understand internet dating though.

I don't trust it.

No human contact whatsoever aside from that flat screen and keyboard.

How do people bond like that?

I don't deny that there are cases where internet dating does work out,

But it's just not meant for me.

I really can't seem to trust it.

No offense whatsoever meant, just my two cents. :)

I shall end this post with an extract from one of my favourite songs:

Over there stands my angry angel

And he's shaking his head, in disgrace with me

Yeah over there stands my angry angel

And he's frowning like hell, but i'm not feeling guilty

-Angry Angel, Imogen Heap

Analytics

I was checking out my Nuffnang account, when I came by this.

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A bit disturbing.....

Kinda makes me wonder what that person was REALLY searching for.... -.-

Or maybe I don't want to know.

The Art of Procrastination

We've all done it before.

Perception

There's this particular time on Chinese New Year,

Celebrated by the Hokkien-s.

They call it "Pai Ti Kong".

Meaning, "praying to the sky god" (direct translation)

It's a time dreaded and anticipated.

For a very good reason.

For one thing,

At this time the fireworks (and firecrackers) come out at full force.

For hours on end.

Leaving people (such as myself), who want sleep,

Very much sleep deprived.

And when you have an OCD dog,

That's even worse.

The dog will get scared,

Bark the life out of you,

And nothing, I mean NOTHING can calm it down.

However if you're one to watch pretty fireworks,

You might love this particular day.

Because you'll see them all over.

Especially if you live right in front (or behind, or anywhere near) a field.

You'd have a spectacular display.

And if you happen to be a photographer,

That's even better.

You'd have your pick of fireworks to choose.

You'd whip out your SLR and start snapping gleefully.

I suppose it all boils down to perception.

How you see things.

One person sees a particular thing differently from the rest.

Like a pencil.

Some see it as nothing more than a pencil,

But to an artist, it is a tool.

A tool used to make a masterpiece.

So it got me thinking,

What if people could see things from another's perception?

We'd have less wars.

We'd understand each other better.

If we'd just take the time,

Imagine what we could achieve.

What Works For You

Back when I was in primary school,

I was about.... 9 to 11 years old.

I remember I was asked many times by the people around me,

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

I said, a teacher.

That was because my mum was a teacher.

Also because at the time, the people I looked up to were teachers.

Coming from a Chinese school,

we were taught to respect our teachers at all times.

We were made to bow to them in respect.

If you didn't bow, you'd get a whacking.

At least, that was how it was in my school.

Then I went to secondary school.

My perception changed.

We got the shittiest teachers on earth.

Teachers that pissed me off.

So that killed my interest then and there.

I decided to become a zoologist.

Because I love animals.

Then I discovered I had no interest in science (the biological science).

So I thought of becoming a psychologist.

Then my relatives discouraged me in a fear that I would go mad within a year.

It was years before I discovered how stupid I was to believe them.

Then I thought, why not be a professional violinist?

I mean, my entire family was filled with musicians,

Starting from my great grandpa (he was an opera singer as well as a lion dancer).

Besides, I loved playing my violin.

But then dad discouraged me.

Because he'd seen how long the professionals practiced, and I wasn't even up to par.

7 freaking hours. I could only manage 5.

I wasn't even that good.

I knew where my limits were.

If I wanted to be good, I had to go to Vienna.

So I thought, why not go into design?

I could draw well.

I had... Ideas.

Being naive back then, I had no idea how hard it was to come up with a good design.

So mum suggested I take an advertising course.

At least I had a hand in everything.

So I could decide on which aspect to go into, as I pleased.

I've never regretted that decision. Not even once.

Because as I learned I discovered so much more.

It takes more than drawing and ideas to make a good design.

It's much more challenging.

Advertising, though it may seem glamorous to some,

Isn't as glamorous as it seems.

You do get the glamor.

But you get a whole lot of hard work to go along with it.

And dammit, you work hard.

unless you want to be stuck as a junior for the rest of your career.

I can't say I've had very much experience in the advertising world,

But I can say I've seen enough to know how it is.

So I have found my passion.

I will work to get that scholarship to Australia, or England (I still can't decide).

I will work to get myself an advertising job in New York.

And that's where I'll be.

So for those of you who still haven't decided on what you want to do,

Find your passion.

Everyone has one.

You just need to know more,

to research.

Find out what works for you.

V-day

So it's Chinese New Year,

And Valentine's day.

A lethal combination.

Well, not really.

People say that Valentine's day is a day to celebrate love.

That's what it's supposed to be.

The day loved ones exchange candy, flowers, chocolate and gifts.

In the name of a guy named St. Valentine.

So who is this guy anyway?

According to legend,

Valentine is a priest

He served during the 3rd Century in Rome.

At the time,

the Emperor who ruled (named Claudius II) had this brilliant idea that single men made better soldiers than married men.

I guess I could see the sense of it.

I mean, if you're single, you wouldn't worry too much about the people at home,

waiting for you to come back from war in one piece.

Hence, you're probably more willing to sacrifice yourself.

So Claudius banned young men from marriage.

Guess it must've sucked for those who were in courtship.

Enter St. Valentine.

He thought that Claudius' decree was unfair.

So he continued performing marriages for young couples in secret.

Unfortunately he was discovered.

So Claudius had him killed.

There are many other stories that suggest the origins of Valentine's day.

But that'd make this entry too long.

Despite the supposedly romantic connections to this celebration,

Valentine's day is getting increasingly commercialized.

I have no qualms with the day, actually.

It's just that it's losing its actual meaning every year.

And it takes out the whole joy of it.

In my opinion lah.

So here's hoping your Valentine's has meaning.

Doesn't matter if you're single or attached.

It's the celebration of love.

And there are many kinds of love in this world.

You don't need a boyfriend/girlfriend to enjoy this day.

Just the people you love.

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.