zynfandel

i need meaning in my life

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

and so I have to pursue something that will give me direction, if only for a brief while, and even if it will require hard work and grumbling. Possibly the whole point is to do hard work and grumble.

My options are as follows:

1. Take CFA

This is both what I am most inclined to do and least willing to undertake. It will mean A LOT of work, much of which I suspect will be dry and boring. And there's really no point taking it if I don't plan to do all three levels and then get an analyst or asset management job. I have no idea whether I want to be an analyst or asset manager, given that I know nothing about either, save for some vague appealing notions of frequent travel and lots of numbers. What I'm really worried about is if I sign up for the exam, have no time to study, and then fail. That would be dead embarrassing.

2. Level Flowerface to 70

Yes, I have once again descended into the decadent depths of World of Warcraft. I haven't logged on to Zynfandel for months, but I now have a level 21 blood elf mage by the name of Flowerface. Levelling a mage is SO MUCH easier than a warrior. But squishier, so I die a lot. Fortunately I have a pally pal by the name of Puckface. But it is very sad to have no mount, and small bags, and to make gold from scratch all over again. Which is why I don't know if poor Flowerface will hit 70.

3. I'm out. Any suggestions?

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today i was bitchy

Friday, September 21, 2007

DAMN it felt good.

Sample bitching, in which N. is trying to out-bitch me:

I: wah i just concentrate on the call for 1 min and there's so much bitching!

N: hahahahahaha

N: u snooze u lose

I: orh u see zyn has tuned out already

I: u so bitch

N: when she bitched out she run away lor...loser

Me: are you saying you outbitched me?

Me: i.e. you are a bigger bitch?

N: well u DID run away...

Me: because if so i agree

N: i am a winninger bitch...u are loser bitch...

I: this is hilarious

Me: right.

Me: fortunately i am a grammatical bitch

N: oooooohhhhhhh

N: bitch-onna-high-horsey

I: HAHA

N: double points for that one !!

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heartland adventure, hopefully part one

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Anywhere in Singapore that looks like it's not in Singapore makes me happy.

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'shutthefuckup', or how to enjoy a movie in peace

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Say you are watching a movie in the cinema. A good movie. Not a noisy action flick, but a quiet, funny movie with good dialogue. The couple in the seats next to you are talking. Audibly. Consistently. Throughout the entire fucking movie. Saying inane, state-the-obvious things. Also, they are fat and ugly.

What would you do?

1. Seethe quietly but keep it to yourself
2. Say "shhhh!" softly
3. Say "excuse me, could you keep it down, please?"
4. Say sarcastically: "sorry, can you speak louder? I can't hear everything you're saying"
5. Say "SHUTTHEFUCKUP YOU MORONS IF YOU WANT TO TALK IN A MOVIE RENT THE FUCKING DVD"
6. Accidentally-on-purpose spill coke on them
7. Punch them
8. Call police

I tend to go with (3), in a polite, reprimanding, slightly uptight tone. Of course I am not above descending into (4), (5), and even possibly (6). Except I suspect Singaporeans will not understand sarcasm.

Once you confront them, they will probably mutter behind your back and whisper rude things and snigger. I'm okay with that. As long as they stop talking loudly.

The other day I went for karaoke with XH and TK. There was a group at the reception counter so we stood behind them. Just as the group moved off, these two China girls scooted in to take their place in front of us and started talking to the receptionist. I would probably have left them alone, but XH said "excuse me" in an increasingly loud voice to them and they just ignored (or maybe didn't understand) us, and that irritated me. So I elbowed my way in front of them and told the receptionist loudly that we had a reservation. The China girl seemed completely oblivious that they had jumped our queue, and equally oblivious that I was now talking. She just continued to talk. I was like, wtf??

Ok so maybe queues are not customary in China. But why do Singaporeans have such bad manners? Are they all badly brought up? Selfish? Oblivious? Deaf? I mean, wtf??

Driving home from the movie just now, we were caught in a jam on the CTE. The jam was because of an accident on the road shoulder. But the accident on the road shoulder wasn't actually obstructing any lanes - the holdup was caused by people slowing down in the left lane to gawk. COME ON. WTF???!!!

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happy day

Friday, September 07, 2007

It has been pointed out to me that my blog posts are very sian. Ok, I admit over the last two weeks I have been very sian, because I was down with this irritating throat infection that refused to go away. And I had to endure all these very lowbrow lesbian jokes (don't ask). But today I am almost recovered, and I have had red wine and Lana cake and KFC and Pepsi, so my mood is infinitely improved.

It also helped that I had interesting conversations - with XH, who bought me lunch, with J., who bought me camomile and honey tea, and with R. and I., who felt compelled to stop in the middle of a discussion and say in parentheses: "Ok, I must just point out that this is an intellectual conversation, hor".

Which it was. Today I learned that there are many types of bitching, and some are superior to others. For instance, you should not come out and say things like, "OMG XX is getting married to YY I can't believe it they are both so ugleee!" You can, however, write a blog entry that says, "Why do people get married in such youth and haste? Perhaps they are happy to have finally found a partner with similar characteristics and tastes." This is, I was advised today, known as Stealth Bitching. Stealth Bitching is an elevated form of bitching. It requires sarcasm, wit and tact. It is bitching that is admirable.

Then there is the Bitch Enabler - he who does not himself bitch, but who sits by and giggles at other people's bitchiness. He who encourages the production and proliferation of bitchiness. He who is usually fat (ok not always true).

Today I also found a new Why Are People Religious theory. My long-standing belief was that religiosity and intelligence were correlated, negatively - but this fell to bits once I became acquainted with intelligent religious people. My new theory (shamelessly stolen from XH) is that religiosity is correlated with happiness. People are more likely to become religious because they are unhappy. And then after they become religious, they are even less likely to be satisfied, because everything that pagans do for pleasure is denied them (this is I. building on the theory). So: unhappy people become religious become more unhappy.

*write down new theory on resume to hell*

And now for karaoke!

I'm really pushing this sore throat recovery thing to the limit.

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