I'm Back!

I'm back after some time. Hasn't been that long, but it sure has been arduous. You know how tough it is to deny yourself of life's pleasure??? But then I figured that I'd just take a little break. Initially, I was thinking like a month without blogging. Then I realised that one month's just too much for me to handle. I may just lose my sanity. So here I am, back again. Bet I'm sorely missed.

As strange as it sounds, I enjoyed watching "Memoirs of a Geisha". At work, I've encountered Caucasian customers who ask me whether the movie was in English. I had to say 'Yes', despite the overwhelming urge to say 'No'. Because the flick, to be more specific, is in Chinglish (Chinese + English). Don't be stupid. Such a term really exists. And you thought all I can manage is crappy self-created lingo. The show had English dialogue together with English subtitles. Because foreigners don't catch the Chinglish accent.

Okay, the Bad English part just my misconception, 'cos they were like saying how atrocious Zhang Ziyi's (or Ziyi Zhang as known in the West) English was and all. But it really wasn't that atrocious. I liked the show because the plot is simple. Flows really smoothly too. There wasn't many characters to confuse me also. Very idiot-proof, bimbo-proof and easy on the mind.

The best thing about the show was that it has a happy ending. Happy, but not typical. Very beautiful ending. And I actually think the geishas are quite hot. Not that kind of skin deep sizzling hot, but it's those kinda hotness that oozes from within. Haha, never mind that. Let's keep stray thoughts in.

Sayuri, Zhang's character, was a non-conformist. Much to my delight lah! She wanted to live her own life, instead of conforming to the traditional way of life of geishas. In the end, she kinda got what she wanted, although her job still tied her down a little.

Cool show I'd say. It's a little old now, 'cos I just don't have the time to watch movies these days. Today just happened to be one of those free and easy days. Plus I had free tix, so why not? It was better than I'd expected. I initially thought that I would fall asleep through the show. But then I didn't. It'll be such a waste of money on my part.

This morning, I decided to be cheeky and laid out a pair of jeans and started painting on it. Not stunning, but you can't really say that it sucks too. Looks quite all right, despite some alignment mistakes. Otherwise, I think it's pretty neat for a rugged piece of art. There's a frog composed of circles and ovals. Well, looks like one, at least.

The past few days have been work work work and more work. Keep that money flowing steadily. It's a really nice assurance. And of course, I feel great and believe that I look great too! Haha!...

Although I just feel a teeny bit bad because I kinda did something illegal today. Not serious illegal, just illegal enough to get into a bit of trouble. It's those things that you'd benefit by flouting some policies set by certain organizations. But of course, if I keep mum, and the perpetrator does too, who's gonna know? Plus it's kinda insignificant.

Just when I thought I had gotten away with it, I found myself staring into the eyes of authority. I took a moment to mourn my death, then resurrected feeling like someone else. Phew! It had been a close shave. But I think I just wasn't confronted. I believe walls have ears. Eyes, perhaps too. So it shall not repeat. I cannot stand having to feel bad. I'm so law-abiding. Yet non-conformist. So weird right?

A couple of nights ago, I ran a tummyache in the middle of a great sleep. Couldn't stand the pain, so I got up onto the potty. It was in darkness. Then I fell asleep. Just for a moment only, though. So for around ten minutes, I believe I was just drifting in and out of sleep while on the potty! And nothing was coming outta me! That was until I snaked my arm out to flick the light switch on. Gave up sleep to shit. At least I felt better and fell back to sleep easily. Hmm, just thought it was pretty cute for a matter so stinky.

*News Flash!!!*
I just got scolded by my mother for "not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and not using my brain to do things and not sparing a thought for others and not thinking of consequences when I do things and..." because I ironed my artwork to heat fix it this morning and now the iron feels cranky on clothes. Oh yes, she also said I should "die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, die, go and die, ..." in Hokkien. After which, she muttered non-stop for a couple of minutes. I confirm she's feeling like shit right now. When she loses her temper on me, I will respond negatively.

I don't play tough. The more she hollers, the more I withdraw. So every single time that she goes blowing her top at me, I just give her the blank look and bounce off to continue what I had been doing. She can feel bad for all she wants. It's not imperative for me to feel bad with her too. I just feel sad for her. Always like that. Nothing changes.

Then I hear all the slamming of things and occasional mad mutterings. Sometimes it gets freaky. But of course, I don't let it get to me.

I was just wondering, does everyone get scolded by their mum because of:
1. spilling liquid food;
2. breaking crockery;
3. applying pimple cream;
4. getting good haricuts;
5. voicing out opinions;
6. having the TV too loud; and
7. difficulty in waking up early in the morning?

This is a strange world with strange people.