Spoils of the day. 

Retail therapy. How theurapatic is that? People go on a senseless snob splurge, pick random objects of desire and blame the damage on their adolescent mood swings. How apt. But, alright i admit lah, it feels kinda shiok. It works. To a tee.

Speaking of tees, Abercrombie and Fitch's totally rocks. Got a steal at 2 tees for less than 50 moolah. Beat that. Had a hard time scouting around this flimsy island just to get myself one lousy crew top. But hey, now I have in my hands two. TWO leh. And I shouldn't be even flaunting it.

Today, a lesson was taught to me and a bud of mine. And could you have imagined? Of all places, in a CAB. At first, here's two lazy lame buggers hovering around a shopping mall, in a futile attempt to have to wait in a ridiculous taxi queue filled with over-sized-pooh-bear-in-sequined-plastic-wrap-carrying delinquents and loud, uncouth aunties / uncles with over-sized-pooh-bear-decked-baby prams. Fifteen minutes into it, we decided to hit the road and try our luck elsewhere. A careful thought gave us the notion that maybe if we just walked down the street, we'd might just hail one along the way. A few cigs and minutes later, there it was - this shiny piece of metal we'd call our chariot towards solace. Albeit we had to beat a group of ang moh kids a few feet before us whom we reckoned must have had a hell of a wait. Heck.

Turns out the cabbie's stopped a few feet before them for US to board DELIBERATELY. Hmm. Why? we pondered. He went on frivolously to explain that he detested expats. Admittedly, a few. It appears he has had a couple of run-ins with the bad eggs of the kwai lou community a few days back when they tried to swindle their way out of a fare. His story made sense. He seemed like a nice guy. I personally don't have a habit of chatting cabbies up but this uncle was...sincere in his anecdotes. And so we listened. He went on to relate a few incidents when he didn't accept any fare from the elderly, the financially strickened (true or not dunno lah), the rude and impervious, the disabled and this taiwanese guy who has been to Singapula for over 30 times, has never been to the Zoo and actually believes our local primates eats Big Macs for breakfast and drinks Tiger for tea. We chuckled our acknowlegement.

Thing is, he's shown a side (again, dunno true or not ah) that many of us have failed in. That's subjective you might pout. The lesson is in his stories, not the authenticity of them. Look at ourselves - the fillial peity, courtesy and respect our highly educated population, especially the young, thoroughly lack. When was the last time you stopped and bought tissues from the old lady scurrying around in your local hawker centres? When was the last time besides when the campaigns are held that u dialled 1900-XXX-XXXX for some $5/10/25 donation? Or even just as simple as saying hi to your neighbour?

So, the next time you embark on some theurapatical international brand killing spree , take a fraction of your time and think.

Oooh...doesn't that make me oh-so-so magnanimous? 2 ciggies, a fruit punch and 500 odd words later, I've decided to lay out my meditating tatami and reflect on my shopping sins. Ouch.

::Moods and muses::
New Order - Regret

"Somebody has to do something, and its just incredibly pathetic it has to be us." - Jerry Garcia (Grateful Dead)

Today, I :

• Took an early exit from office, knowing it'd incur the wrath of my boss to...
• ...take a cab home so as to beat my bro to the car for the purpose of...
• ...an outing with a gal that I've never ever met whom...
• ...is attached, though not entirely satisfied with the way things are going with her and her beau (don't slap the "catalyst" label just yet), with whom i had...
• ...a split-second Yoshinoya dinner which she branja-ed me due my movie treat which turned out to be...
  
• ...a couple-flick we were going to watch in half an hour of which...
• ...throughout a third of the movie I was practically more interested in the comments and limmericks given by two lame jackasses seated beside us who desperately tried to conjure up a comulsive storyline to the brief and abrupt ending that left the entire theatre baffled following which...
• ...I drove her home quite prematurely at 9:45 pm because she had to adhere to her bedtime of 11:00pm after which...
• ...I bade her goodbye, goodnite (no muacks) and promised to keep in touch and...
• ended up at home at 10:30 pm with a sordid afterthought - "What the fuck was that all about?"

Sigh.

We all do weird things once in a while don't we. We challenge the notion of going out and doing something we'd always wanted to do, but always get put off by the thought of setbacks. I've never tried dating someone in this manner before. Never. I always thought that the probable intention of getting someone to meet is the epitome of desire. Well, at least, there's the basis of it. And now, I've gone and done something I'd never have expected myself of doing. Definitely something i haven't done in a long while. It's mundane. It's exciting. There's a tinge of euphoria.

And you know wat...It wasn't so bad lah.

::Moods and muses::
Corrine May - You're Everything I Need

"A lot of people mistake a short memory for a clear conscience" - Doug Larson

The dating game. Aren't we all victims of it? Something provoked me to do something silly and a not-so-very-suave gesture tonight. I got this number from a friend (from a guy) and proceeded to make my move. I messaged the poor unfortunate lady, introducing myself as some nonchalant chaperon from some past outing where we last seen each other. And subsequently asked if SHE WAS FREE. That - I reckoned at the moment - was basically asking for a fat lip. The reply that came wasn't any lesser than wat I'd have expected.
"Sorry not free tonight."

That was that. The end. Au revoir. I probably won't ever see her again. Nor will anyone see me around the next time they have some outing together. Maybe I'd apologize later. Maybe not. Maybe if I did, things might change. Maybe not. Wat I do know is, I've just made a complete disposition of a desperate numbskull out of myself.

That's the thing. The whole bollocks of the situation. You try to let others perceive yourself as some chivalrous metrosexual but some how the entire jizz of it burns out and fades as soon as you get down to seriously doing it. Blame it on technology. Blame it on society. Blame it on lousy lame pickup lines. But that's the last I'd ever be messaging some stranger "Hi free wanna chat? a/s/l?" Don't get me wrong, it's not like I have a habit of going to chatrooms and do random serve-me-ups to underaged testosterone-packed teens. Then again, I didn't need to prove that to anyone though I don't mean chatting with new people online is a bad thing. There's the excitement and adrenalin rush you get when the other party actually replies and actively partakes in the conversation. And of course the eventual meet-ups if everything clicks.

But...I've gone too far up metrosexuality's ass to plonk my head somewhere else even if I try. I'd just stick to the traditional way for now. As for everything else, there's "Please Lah". (pun intended)

::Moods and muses::
John Farnham - You're the Voice

"We’ve had some tough times, but we’ve hung in there." - Paul Allen

I figured since my last blog was a such a pile of bollocks, there isn't any harm in me trying my hand at tormenting the english-speaking population with beleaguered random rants. Again.

So.

Let me get a few things straight. Rest assured there are a certain few traits you'd probably WON'T find here :

1. for one, there will be nonewatsoever literacy taboos ala aLtErNaTe CaPs, "U"s instead of "you", "LOL"s or undefined net jargon/abbreviations for the record. In a sense, I'd pen in a sane comprehensive manner. I'd try anyway. Defines my mood.
   
2. I'd probably guess not a lot of people would wanna (whoops does "wanna" count as net bullshit?" Heck. Why am I TrYiNg So hArD?) find out wat I'd have done for the day. Do you bother? Do you care? Does it make you laugh that hard?
3. I am not a saint. Do not expect to find any of my comments or opinions confucious-ical. I do not support the JI. Nor do I hate Mr Bush. Any relevance to any living thing or incident is purely confidential. Or so you deem out of any of your abrupt brush with the boogie man.

Phew. Now that wasn't so hard? Albeit I'm greatly inspired by fantastic blogs that just make me whirl with cracks at my sides and jerk a few H2O from my rusty optical ducts, I am in no effort trying to outdo any of them. Just to set the record straight, I'm just an average joe. My life is a naught in this whimsical ride and nobody's interested. Tonight, I get to have the chance to bore you. Yesh you. Not considering the fact that I'd probably be reading this over a dozen more times thereafter. Alright, have it your way.

::Moods and muses::
Lisa Ono - O Que E Arnar

The great thing about television is that if something important happens anywhere in the world, day or night, you can always change the channel. - From "Taxi"