After Halloween weekend, everyone exclaimed how fast this year passed by. “Wow it’s November already? Where did 2011 go?” Indeed, time is slipping through our fingers. We start thinking philosophical thoughts. We think about the fact that life is finite so what are we going to do with our own? We don’t know how long we’d last. For the pragmatic, they say “start planning”. For the realists, we say “carpe diem”.

(2.5hours later)

I’ve seen people do the thing that all our forefathers did – procreate. Have families and all. Yay yippity yoo. Talk about babies at every family meeting and etc. But I also think, if Darwin was right, he probably also might think that in a world today, when we have 7 billion people breathing and taking up space and all, there should be people like me who is against having kids. I’ve talked to some people and everyone seems to think my idea makes sense:

1) Not every couple needs to procreate. (relate to point 3 & 4)
2) Having kids can also mean adopting.
3) Some people shouldn’t have kids (mostly because they are too selfish and want to spend resources on themselves).
4) Some people don’t deserve to have kids (mostly referring to people who don’t teach their kids well or have unplanned kids or pass on unfavourable genes to their kids)

WRT point 3 and 4, I feel sorry for kids who came into existence by accident or into families with undeserving parents. Honestly, parents, if you want to have kids, think about the orphans who need a home first. I mean, look at our MRT trains in the morning. OVERPOPULATION cannot be ignored, yes? And overpopulation with retards makes things a little awkward and 100x worse. And if that’s even possible – worse – we have kids who don’t get good parenting and grow up to become pathetic little scums who drown themselves in self-pity (oh my f*ked up childhood is to blame for all my ill behaviour and that makes everything disgusting I do excusable and melancholic and artistic)… Seriously?

Anyway. We fight never ending wars because the world is full of idiots. We fight anyway. That’s why people like Christopher Hitchens and Julian Assange give me a ray of hope that perhaps common sense and moral ethics might chance a comeback.

I don’t know how Saturday night became so heavy. But I have to say, mortality is precious. Make sure if you have living consciousness to live it, you ensure you live the hell out of it.

I’m a believer of positivity and living in the moment. I hope you are too.

Starting my 1st week into my new job in corporate office was pretty interesting. Lunch meetings, introductions, blurry visioned from reading too many things to “bring (myself) up to speed” (as is my boss’s favourite thing to say so far) and already working on some pending submissions and beginning of event planning AND experiencing high fever halfway through the week. Yep, a whopping 39.1 degree Celsius. The company doctor gave me a whole range of medication to make sure I recover fast. True enough I was back almost in top form the following day (minus the sore throat).

Went to shop for some wardrobe supplements at Uniqlo and Zara yesterday. I really hate spending money on clothes. Then I stumbled on a sponsored link in Facebook – SG Dress - free local delivery and most of their stuff is under SGD30. Promising so far, shall venture further when Pay Day descends.

The coming week should be interesting as I foresee a potential rise in stress level because Friday is my deadline for several things. Then the weekend should be good because it’s President Elections and Hari Raya all lumped together. I shall be retreating to my parent’s place in Johor Bahru. Can’t stand 4 days of thronging about in overcrowded Singapore.

So there. It’s time for me to get back to working on a report that I’m doing for the first time. Hope lunch will be good today (takeaway roasted duck rice).

Cheerios and out.

At the mo, feeling really inspired. I have an upcoming trip to Melbourne planned – albeit during the winter – I LOVE cold weather! And I’ll be staying with my larger-than-life old friend, Keith (who also shares my love for travelling and good grub) while doing touristy stuff with some other friends who will be there as well.

So I am setting up a little project for myself to practise my travel-writer skills so am gonna do like a Melbourne travel review (or whatever you’d like to call it) from that trip. Am excited to share my experience when the time comes!

In the meantime, I am also feeling very blessed to know friends that love to cook – Nell and Dan for example. It seems like I’m going to miss the baking session this coming Friday, bleah, but supper is in the works. Talking about food always makes us excited. Haha.

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The heat is making me drowsy and lazy, but I’m going to fight it with cold showers, air conditioning and staying indoors as much as possible. Hahaha.

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I always think about writing on random topics, but I’d hafta find a way to pen in my ideas so they stick around till I get to the keyboard, because I always have ideas running around in my head while I’m out and about but when I finally settle down to write, they all fly out of my head. Ack.

Chin up and moving onwards.

Let’s face it. Bimbos are one of the happiest people in the world.

Ranked (not exactly proven scientifically and based entirely on my own judgment) slightly above the intellectually disabled, their naiveté, oblivion to problems of the real world and a level of EQ that quivers precariously on the thin line between socially bearable and downright embarrassing, enable them to live in their own bubble of existence that often has no impact from their surroundings.

Let’s see what are the things that make a bimbo’s world go round, based on the convention knowledge of the characteristics of their clichéd profile##: money, idiot-proof everything, for some lucky ones-guardian (or more commonly known as Sugar Daddy) and/or plastic surgery, beauty products, and a big wardrobe.

Allow me to, at this point, clarify a very important point before I go further – by saying bimbos, I don’t mean blondes. Although bimbos are often associated with the “dumb blonde” stereotype, we have as a society matured enough to understand that stereotyping based on hair colour is not only outdated, but also biased and unfair to the intelligent blonde women out there who would skin you alive for labeling them a bimbo because of their hair (and also really bimbotic women who happen to have other hair colours).

Bimbos exist in every society; they are not uniquely found in any specified geographical location, generation or demography. They also go hand in hand with many laws of nature and observations of social and evolutionary phenomena – including natural selection, and why intelligent people tend to be depressed and/or die younger (by enabling a comparative sample to be compared made against them).

The most important thing about bimbos is, they are very easily identifiable. They usually are sexually attractive, they don’t have much of an opinion when you ask them about, say, politics or which decade has the best music, their to-do list always include one or more of the following – nail salon visit, hair salon visit, waxing appointment, brow-trimming appointment, shopping for cosmetics/perfumes/clothes etc, they almost always have their partner/s, AND they are (90% of the time) ALWAYS HAPPY!

There are only a few things that spoil their days and those usually include a chipped nail, a fully booked hair salon (because they can’t get a slot) or something most of us will not consider a life-and-death inconvenience.

So to stay happy, all a bimbo has to do is to look good and have her stuff with her. At one point in my life, if I turned bimbo, I’d be the happiest girl on earth. But I don’t have enough bimbo quality in me, therefore I’m doomed to a life of discontented and worry, since I, like most other people in the world, realize that there is always something more to life, there is always something better to strive for, “it’s what’s inside that counts”, and stuff is just stuff. Maybe the last part is just me.

But actually I should now also redeem myself by saying not only bimbos look good and have fun, of course. The average person can look equally good but because of worries from responsibilities and realization of the world being not perfect, we can never reach the same level of euphoria and contentment as bimbos possess while in their element of having enough and looking good enough.

It’s time to find my inner bimbo (when I need to let loose)!!

##Mostly include materialistic, vain, superficial, insensitive (towards others), sensitive (about themselves in terms of image and impression given to others), flamboyant, narcissistic, unambitious (professionally) and having slightly lower intelligence.

Review and pictures courtesy of
Keith
Travel writer wannabe
Self-appointed W brand ambassador extraordinaire

I saw this awesome shark ring at Thomas Sabo today before drinks at Balaclava at Ion Orchard, and it was SGD198. I couldn’t buy it. And yet I don’t give a moment’s hesitation to foot the bill for dinners that cost close to the same amount when I meet people. I’ve already overspent this month. But I really do love the ring…

I thought this will be appropriate for me since I’ve been advocating against consumption of sharks’ fin since a long time ago.

That’s my lust item for now. Hehehe.

Above all, I am feeling ridiculous now because, honestly, WHO THE BLOODY HELL CARES???

There. I feel so much better after my silent rant.

Truth is, in the hotel industry, you can always find the following 2 personalities – the one that talks and swoons his/her career to the top (with a bit of luck and manipulation and eventual having to do a bit of the dirty work) vs the one that does the actual dirty work and produces results and eventually also getting to the top (with recognition that may or may not happen). Bosses usually fall into either of those categories. With a bit of luck, they are the perfect hotelier – both personalities plus high intelligence and EQ found in the same person. Those are kinda hard to come by.

Well, bosses aside, you kinda need both types of people, because, to quote an ex-GM I  worked with briefly, “it’s all about the sex appeal”. It wasn’t meant to, but I think I can extrapolate this to mean that everything should be silky smooth, in all aspects, from the seamless check-in to the pressed bed linen to the “invigorating shower” (quoting Issy Sharp) to the seminar that runs like clockwork to the fantastic meal at the restaurant to the limo ride back to the airport that makes you feel like a rock star.

We all in the know, know, of course, that sometimes to make the “sex” happen for a hotel guest the kinda work that goes into making sure everything is as they should be takes many people to action. So, you know, fortunately or unfortunately depending on which camp you belong to, we all need the person who manages perceptions very well, i.e. the one whose poker face is a “warm, genuine smile” and turns an angry guest into a grateful one, and the one who is the no-nonsense efficient executor who makes sure the grateful guest stays grateful.

The 2 need to work together and learn to be each other, because, from the way I see it, you kinda need to be both person at once. That, I’m trying to master.

Don’t ask why I didn’t apply to be a flight attendant, because I did. But I’m glad I wasn’t picked for it because flying in the air is nothing like being on the road. Not that I’m on the road that much anyway (Yes I like using “on the road” quite literally).

This story is already getting boring. Anyways.

I don’t suffer from car sickness or motion sickness (actually scratch that, I threw up after a choppy seaplane ride once upon a time).
I  love watching the world whizz by. Especially on a Malaysian highway. Makes me miss my childhood with my dad’s Beatles cassette tape playing on loop and me looking forward to the hotel stay (I had fun giving my feedback at the end of each stay).

Before I had my driver’s license, I basically spent time wondering when and what the next meal was, while reading or sleeping (I can fall asleep under most circumstances). Then when I could drive, I loved the feeling of being behind the steering wheel and the exhilaration from  acceleration (floored my ex-bf’s rented Volvo once, very addictive).

I think I’d love to go on a road trip. Australia or NZ sounds good. At this moment, allow me  to lament on my paycheck. It’s going to be a long time before I can afford to take off without worrying about money. Maybe  I’ll do a working holiday stint before I get overaged. Maybe.

It’s been really really long since I’ve had the luxury of time to record my thoughts. I mean, lately due to a huge project at work (Mooncake Festival Monster of a Project!!) I suspect I’m going a little crazy.

It’s my virgin attempt at something that involves so much coordination and planning and.. tada! Not much of  guidance except to have many knocks to expect. I don’t know why but everyone seems to have this idea that I will definitely be able to handle it. So I better perform. I hope this will allow me to be more prepared and efficient to anticipate things that may go wrong/need to be done the next time I do it. The amount of detail that needs to be looked into is crazy!!!!!

And then Murphy’s Law ALWAYS never fails to disappoint; I’ve lost my phone along with over 400 contacts that I can’t download to my new HTC Wildfire because it does not support Singtel’s (admittedly wonderful) software called Phonesafe that allows you to back up your contacts online.. I dunno what got into me to get a touch screen phone. It takes a while to get used to! I’m still not used to it. Example, how do you forward a sms on an android phone?? Technology has this way to make you feel stupid.

Now even though I have an exported list of contact on my laptop, I can’t synch them into my phone… But I did realise that FB contacts can be loaded directly into my contact list so whoever is on my friend’s list on FB that has contact numbers listed on their profile page will be directly recorded in my phone. Wonderful! But of course work contacts are not usually on my FB friends’ list.

The dread of manually recording my contacts looms darkly ahead. Can I hire an assistant to do that for me??? Cheese…. and whiskers…..!