Tuesday, March 29, 2005
SINGAPORE IDLE

what did i say about this week getting shittier? it's like i've gone psychic or something. rrrrright on the money.

ok shit aside.

yesterday both the hubster and i dreamt about the singapore idol. tulah, tido lagi macam laden and laleh! mimpi pon sebijik. but then eh, in his dream, i was the singapore idol. heheheh. he said even though the judges hated me, i was the crowd's favourite. you know why? cos my performance was over-the-top vegas style, complete with backup dancers of sorts. but whether they were topless, he didn't elaborate. *sengih*

in my dream, i was with the singapore idol. yes, with my beloved taufik batisah. i was a sneaky two-timer though, cos in lala land, i was dating *both* the hubster and the idol. but guess who was playing the hard-to-get bugger? laki aku daaaaa... taufik batisah jugak best. romantic you!!

if i sleep with his cd under my pillow tonight, do you reckon i'll get a deja vu taufik-my-love screening? one rendition of me and mrs joned from my lala land amour would really make my week.

:: rouge @ 2:08 pm :: ::


Monday, March 28, 2005
SHITTY SHITTY BANG BANG

today's a shitty day. pagi-pagi buta dah bingit. why do i get blamed for things which are not even remotely my fault? if it's so fucking hard to please both parties, i might as well not even try. i have my own life, so stop it with your unreasonable demands. there's no need to scream and shout when there's clearly a more civil way of doing things. i'm an adult. so treat me like one.

baru monday dah shitty. i foresee an even shittier week coming up. too many nitty-gritty issues cropping up everywhere.

i need to be away from all this unnecessary nonsense. pegi shopping kasut lagi baik.

:: rouge @ 12:25 pm :: ::


Tuesday, March 22, 2005
KETOT

quite a few conversations that cropped up lately seemed to revolve around sizism - the number one issue in my life! how can it not be, when my miniscule stature is often the cause of debate over my real age and maturity. as much as i try not to let it get in the way of living life, somewhere, SOMEHOW, sizism would never fail to be the thorn in my side. being small gave way to certain unfortunate incidents in the past, which irked me to this day.

i didn't get to date in primary school like all the other (TALLER) girls. even the katek boys preferred the taller girls. nah, don't get me wrong, it's not like i cared to date in my prepubescent years (for my even tinier nose was always buried in books), but i did feel the occasional twinge of envy when i saw the popular (read: TALL) girls constantly being courted by the katek mats. not even my hubby noticed me (same class, remember?). tapi takpe, at that time his jambol dingdong was too kembang for my liking *anyway*.

in secondary school, i fared a little better. i shot up by a full head by sec 2, but was still one of the shortest girls around. but hey, it was ok - cos having boobs seemed to change everything (ok, *antbites*). i dated. yup, i dated! secondary school life was colourful even though i was in an all-girls school. height wasn't really a factor. as long as you're a bonafide anak makcik.

then from jc onwards, just when i was starting to be comfortable in my own skin, sizism claimed me full-strength.

i hated how people would automatically assume that i was still under 16 when in fact i had already reached the age where i could easily be a bini orang. hated the fact that i would be demanded to show my i/c at R(A) shows, and then having my i/c scrutinised with such doubt that i would no sooner be dragged away by the authorities for having a fake id.

i also hated how cab drivers would ask me why i was not wearing my school uniform when in actual fact i was the teacher. and i hated the way i was handed polytechnic pamphlets on the day *my students* were due to get their O level results - DESPITE saying "i teach here" 3 freaking times. i super hated the way my pantat of a principal call me "little girl" in the presence of other colleagues. the worst of it all, was the problem of respect from the kids. just because i'm petite, somehow it gave them the idea that respect was something i didn't deserve. what did they think i deserve? a lot of inappropriate names, gestures and touching. yes, touching. one thing i will never tolerate, especially from those budak-budak hingos kencing malam. i wish i still have all those "you want to be my stead?" notes i got from some of them. hilarious, come to think of it. but that eventually killed my passion for teaching. i was my own impediment. and there was nothing i could do to change the way i was treated by the kencing malam fraternity.

now, what about those times where i was mistaken for a filipino/indo maid? priceless i tell ya. now i NEVER go to the mamak shop without dressing up. t-shirt, berms and no makeup are a recipe for disaster. the banglas will somehow sniff me out from their hiding places and literally circle around me like sharks. even with my perfectly singaporean-accented english (i even tried the queen's english mind you!), they would never budge!! there was this one incident that still plagues me...

me: (waiting for bus)
banglabrengsek: hi, you indo or filipino?
me: i'm singaporean, thank you.
banglabrengsek: you want to follow me?
me: i'm not a maid. leave me alone.
banglabrengsek: come follow me go home. come.
me: eh u crazy or what. leave me alone lah!
banglabrengsek: i very good. come follow me (pulls my hand)
me: ehhhhh what the hell are you doing?? who gives a fark how good you are?! i'm better okay!!! let me go before i slap your face!!

which i did. which didn't freaking help one bit, cos he tried to grab me again. i had to run to the middle of the road where there were absolutely *no* cars/taxis to flag down for help. that blardysekmenek proceeded to hide in the bushes at the side of the road, ready to pounce at me again. farker. nasib baik dapat taxi. i was *this* close to going to a police station.

oklah maybe it was my features (more so than my height) that rendered me maid-worthy. but most maids are similarly built as me, and i believe that my height somehow played a big role in "Molest by the Bushy Bangla Episode 1: The Big Insult".

so now you know why i wear makeup and put on heels. for safety reasons, baby. :p

now that i'm married, i still get the evil eye from the makcik-makcik interchange whenever i hold hands with my husband. wait till i get pregnant. woahhhh.

jeling lagilah makcik, jeling sampai juling!!

:: rouge @ 6:35 pm :: ::


Thursday, March 17, 2005
THEY DID IT THEIRRRRRR WAY


click on the pink cupcakes!

last weekend i went to a pink wedding. one where the bride was positively radiant and the groom lean and handsome. one where i blended in *perfectly* with the decor. the couple celebrated their decade-long courtship (a notion only too familiar to me :D) their way, lacing everything in pink and silver hues. martha stewart would be proud.

for more pretty shots, click here. i'm sure you'd agree with me... the bride would make a pretty awesome wedding planner buddy!

:: rouge @ 10:38 pm :: ::


Wednesday, March 09, 2005
LIFESTOR(E)Y

time whizzes by so quickly nowadays. i'm back to being busy with work, and the hubster is finally home too... we've been catching up on quality time together. besh banget.

a bit of an update on the domestic front:

* renovation plans for the lovenest can finally resume. actual reno to commence in april. whoopideedooday! can finally realise that minimalistic art deco fantasy of mine. doubly happy cos the designer is giving me a 5k discount for being one of the 3 clients for her new business portfolio. 5k saves a lot of terberak terkencing you know. argh, cannot *wait* to move out. it's getting more and more claustrophobic at my parents'.

* (entry removed to protect the interests of certain individual/s... sorry eh! :p)

spent last week co-planning a fellow 77claner's hen party with the other mak ayams. the result: a seriously decadent experience - i think it was definitely more risque than my own hen party! thanks for being such a good sport, is! after that truth and dare trivia bit, phyzal *should* be scared lor...hehe. you better be nice to me from now on hokay. or else not only will i sabo him, i'll sabo you again with more chocolate coated bananas and nangkas!!

:: rouge @ 5:09 pm :: ::