I didn't want to rant, but

Why is my mother so irritating? Before going to school this morning I merely told her that she hadn't given me my allowance so we talked about money and she gave me some. I thought everything was settled but when I came back from school in the afternoon, she starts nagging, claiming that she was hurt because I was comparing my friends get and the amount of money I receive from her. Like, what? What I meant was that compared to other people, I don't spend as much, so I'm not even asking for much. And anyway, since she always thinks that she's very fair to her children, she should give me the same amount of money she gave to my sister when my sister was in year 1. But noo, she says that at that time she was working for her rich patient and since she isn't working now, she has no money. Fine, whatever. I accept that life is unfair. She started nagging and saying the same old stuff about how my father doesn't give her money and she's paying for everything and how all his bills are so high, blah blah blah, and so I just quoted her and said that she was "suay lor", since she likes to complain that she had married the wrong man. Then she gets all annoyed and says that I shouldn't say that she's "suay". What the hell. Seriously? I haven't said anything wrong! Then she continues with her stupid monologue. If there was a play written about my family, it'd probably be very boring. I mean, imagine the setting to be in a cluttered living room. Most of the verbal space would be given to my mother, who would have her own monologue and the monologue would contain a lot of repetition. And she'd be walking around the stage all the time doing the housework while she carries on with her monologue, while the other characters slowly enter one by one and just spend their time watching tv, reading or using the laptop/ computer, ignoring the monologue unless they are being spoken to. All the characters would occasionally have a few lines and conversations with each other but other than that my mother would be doing the most talking. And there would be stupid pointless arguments revolving around similar topics between the mother and father. Omg. It's starting to sound like some existential play by Pinter. I think I'm PMSing.

University Life (so far)

NUS has been good to me. I was preallocated two exposure modules of my choice (Economics and History), managed to get all my modules at one bid point each and all of my first five tutorial choices for the 5 modules.

Lectures started last Thursday. It was quite a smooth first day. Attended the Japanese Studies lecture with Lynn and Elena, collected my tertiary ezlink card and visited Elena's hostel.

I had no lectures on Friday so my second day was on Monday and it was such a crappy day. I woke up later than I had planned to and rushed to school. It started pouring and I had to use my flimsy umbrella and walk through the rain quickly. There were others rushing for the econs lecture too, and we were like splashing water as we crossed the road. My pretty black shoes got super wet! So did my socks and jeans. I found Elena in the LT and after the lecture we had lunch together. It was a super cold day and I forgot to charge my phone so it died on me. Oh, and I was sick (I still am) so I kept coughing. Elena crashed my class which was about world religions, and we went to the Central Library's Co-op to buy our textbooks. I had to buy 5 books and before that I collected my Japanese Studies course pack, so after paying for the books my bag was so heavy that it made me feel like a turtle. By the end of the day, I felt like dying. Sucks to be sick. I cancelled tuition and went straight home to dump all my books there and rest.

My third day wasn't so bad. I was a little late for lit lecture but I didn't miss anything important and I've already gotten all my books. Happened to meet Pamela outside the LT for history lecture so we went in together. It was quite an uneventful school day but I'd prefer days like this.

I have to get used to uni life and the amount of readings that I have to plough through.



In other news...

I went for the NDP Preview on the 30th of last month thanks to 2 free tickets from Shiya. Her brother is in Scouts so he's in the parade and she was already going for the NE show so she didn't want those tickets. Anyway, the NDP Preview was pretty awesome. The show was really nice and so were the fireworks!

Went window shopping with Yingwei and Xueying at Orchard and after that we agreed to meet up on another day and go to the gym because we have been unhealthy people who do not exercise. So we did that two days later on a Friday but we still didn't exercise much.

Visited my Ah Gong at Kwong Wai Shui with my mum and sis. 2 of my uncles were there and so were my cousins. I haven't seen them in the longest time it was kinda weird to me.

Spent National Day with KK, Paul, ZJ, Shaun, Nigou and JS. Happened to run into Steven when we went to the arcade at Plaza Sing. Watched "Cowboys and Aliens" at The Cathay. It was predictable and it got a little boring. I don't understand why people sitting behind us sounded scared, as if the aliens would somehow come out of the screen and kill them. We walked around and tried to find a good spot to watch the fireworks from, but somehow failed. Managed to watch part of the fireworks -- the other part was blocked by the trees.

Watched "Zookeeper" with Yingwei and Justin at Cineleisure. It was hilarious! Went window shopping as well and had lunch at this place called Medzs. It's at Orchard Central and it's like Marché and Shokudo, but they serve Mediterranean food instead.

Oh, and I finally got to meet Melina! Now I know how to restring and tune my sister's guitar all thanks to her. Yay awesome! Also, I went to Borders to search for my lit books but I could only find one! I got it anyway since I had the Borders voucher which was given to me by PJC.



Oh yeah, many people (who are females) have been telling me that they like my "Girly" post! Haha yay thanks! It feels nice to know that people actually read and like the rubbish that I type. It would be nicer if people actually commented.

As I was typing this post, my computer screen went fuzzy. And my dad just made some weird noises in his sleep. Omg so werid. Maybe I should go to sleep now.

Girly?

Warning: This post might contain generalised definitions of certain words which may not be 100% accurate. Reader discretion is advised.

Some people say that I'm girly, yet some people say that I'm not. I guess it depends on what your definition of girly is. Based on what some people think, being girly means what you're vain and you act like a princess. And your favourite colour is probably pink. (Stupid, stereotypical image of girls)

But the world is changing and sometimes guys are girly too. They can be vainer and bitchier than girls. The lines are blurred so I don't think that definition applies anymore.

Just for fun, I'm gonna make a list of why people think that I'm girly and why not. (And also because I'm quite free since both my tuition lessons got cancelled tomorrow.)

Girly? Not really.

1. I don't put on make-up.
   
   People associate girls with make-up. (Obviously.) But since I don't put on make-up, people think that I'm not girly or vain. There are two reasons as to why I don't. The first reason is because I'm lazy. Putting on make-up is probably a tedious process. You have buy cosmetics, which probably cost a lot. Then you'd have to practice applying it onto your face and stare at yourself in the mirror. You'd have to wake up earlier to put on make-up before going out as well.
   
   I can't. I'm too lazy. I can't be bothered to do any of this.
   
   The second reason as to why I don't put on make-up is that I don't know how to. And I can't really be bothered to learn. (Refer to the first reason as stated above.) But I guess I'll still have to learn, someday. So that I can put on make-up for formal occasions and stuff.
   
   (I know I mentioned in a previous blog post that maybe I should learn how to put on make-up or something, but obviously I still haven't gotten around to doing so. Hahaha yes, I'm that lazy.)
   
   
   
2. I find that shopping is a chore.
   
   Even some guys enjoy shopping a lot more than I do. But shopping really is a chore. I mean, when I was in primary school or something, my parents used to bring the family out every Saturday and we'd go shopping at Orchard. Or at People's Park. (So that my mother can shop at OG and my father can shop at Sim Lim Square. They'd quarrel almost every Saturday, too.) Anyway, it was torture. It was boring. It was tiring. We'd walk around until my feet hurt. I'd ask if we could go home, and I'd sit down whenever I could.
   
   Shopping with friends is still okay. It's more enjoyable because we'd talk about all kinds of things while we shop. So I treat it more like an outing to spend time with my (girly) friends and a form of exercise (because of all that walking). And obviously if I see something I want and if I have enough money, I'd buy it. But other than that, shopping really is a chore. It's about walking around aimlessly (unless you know exactly what you want and where to get it) until you see something nice, which is time consuming and tiring.
   
   No offence to people who love shopping!!
   
   
   
3. I eat whatever I want, especially fried food.
   
   I love to eat unhealthy food. There's a line from Savage Garden's song, "Affirmation", which goes "I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you." And it is so true. I love junk food. I love potato chips and fries (and basically all kinds of cooked potatoes actually) and soft drinks. I love salty stuff. I like the seasoning in mamee noodle snacks and MSG. I love putting a lot of salt on my friends in McDonald's and in Carl's Junior, where they provide salt and like you put as much as you want. I like the skin of fried chicken.
   
   So what? Big deal. I'm not going to be all girly and eat vegetables all the time. Or just have a salad for lunch. No way. I'm gonna eat what I like (until I get sick again or something) because life's too short to torture yourself with disgusting kinds of food. Like broccoli.
   
   Lately, I've been eating vegetables though. And consuming less salt. Because people care for me and they say that they don't want me to die young or something.
   
   Also, I have never tried counting calories. I don't know why girly people count calories and say that they need to lose weight. Especially girls who are already skinny. (No offence to those who have done this before!)
   
   
   
4. I don't exercise to slim down/ lose weight.
   
   Sporty girls exercise because they like a certain sport, like swimming or cycling. They think that it's fun, so they exercise. They swim. They go for a game of tennis. Whatever.
   
   But obviously, I'm not a sporty girl. I suck at sports. I hated having to run during PE lessons. It's not because I'm a girly girl and I hate perspiring. It's more like because I'm lazy and exercising is tiring. (Omg I'm such a sloth. I just realised that I keep repeating the fact that I'm lazy - the main reason why I don't do all this girly stuff - which means that being girly is hard work!)
   
   People, who are actually girly, exercise. Because they are concerned with how they look and they want to be slimmer, more toned and lose weight. (This is linked to the previous point, about how girly people go on diets and count calories) I don't. I hardly exercise. During the past 8 months of my life (ever since the end of the 'A' levels) I haven't really exercised.
   
   Okay, maybe once, because at the E6 chalet I cycled. Or twice, because we went to Pulau Ubin to cycle. Does going to the swimming complex/ wild wild wet count as exercise? Not really I guess, since I didn't swim laps and stuff.
   
   
   
5. I don't get "Girl Speak" at times.
   
   "Girl Speak" as in, the language most girls use to communicate with other girls. I think some guys are better than this than I am. Sometimes when I'm with some of my friends and they start talking about fashion, make-up, or even hot celebrities, I get lost. I tune out. I'm not really interested. Sorry. (And no, it's not because I'm a lesbian and I'm not interested in hot guys. I just don't "fan-girl" over stuff.)
   
   
   
6. Burps. Eats messily.
   
   In secondary school, I had a reputation for burping. In St. John, Amalina and I (and sometimes Atiqah, too) used to burp after drinking water from our 1.5 litre ice mountain water bottles. Hahaha. It was fun.  Why do we have to be girly and pretend to be prim and proper anyway? We should behave however we want in front of our friends. Pretending sucks the life out of you.
   
   But of course, I don't burp as much as before since people think that it's rude. I remember that during sec 4, we had this dining etiquette course thing and they brought us to Swensen's. Hahaha it was such a joke.
   
   And I eat messily like my mum. We're Chinese. We eat Chinese food. Chinese food consists of rice. Rice comes in a bowl. The bowl is small. Rice spills from the bowl sometimes.
   
   When you're hungry, you won't think so much and you'd just stuff food into your mouth. But girly girls would take small bites no matter what. Maybe that's the reason why I finish my food more quickly as compared to other girls. But compared to guys I'm really slow.
   
   
   
7. I don't need company wherever I go.
   
   Girls in school always go to the toilet in pairs. But it isn't necessary. I'm not the kind of person who'd ask all her friends to accompany me somewhere. I'd just ask one person and if that person didn't want to, I'd just go alone. It doesn't matter. I can go to the toilet by myself. I can go shopping alone. Whatever.
   
   I decided to go for OBBD when I was in sec 3 even though I wasn't close with anyone else who was going. Because I knew that it'd be fun and I liked camping. (Girly people wouldn't like camping, anyway.)
   
   
   
8. I don't understand how it is considered "brave" to be the one who turns off all the lights.
   
   Because I'm not being "brave". I'm just not afraid of the dark. (I don't like bumping into furniture, though. So after switching off all the lights I use the light from my phone to guide my way if it's really dark.)
   
   I've noticed that lots of girly people are afraid of the dark or something. I mean, obviously everyone has their own fears. It's not like I'm fearless or something. Some people are afraid of heights, some are afraid of thunder, and some are afraid of ghost or horror movies. (For me, I hate cockroaches because they are disgusting. Especially flying ones.)
   
   I don't really know where I'm going with this, but it's just that people think that I'm brave, fearless, and not girly just because I dare to listen to ghost stories, switch off all the lights and ride some roller-coasters. I don't really get it.

Still girly!

1.  Likes princessy stuff.
   
   I mean, duh! Most girls grew up with fairy-tales, and obviously so did I. I used to read "The Princess Diaries", too.
   
   
   
2. Wants to be treated like a girl.
   
   Face it, I'm still a girl. I still want guys to volunteer to carry heavy items for me. Besides, it's nice for guys to be gentlemanly and do stuff like opening doors for people. It's nice for girls to feel that they are being cared for and protected by a guy.
   
   
   
3. Would be concerned if I was called "fat" or "ugly".
   
   No one likes to be called fat or ugly, or any other word which has a negative connotation. But girls are especially sensitive to being called "fat" or "ugly", since we want to be "slim" and "pretty". I was definitely unhappy when my mother first said that I was "big sized". And someone said that I was ugly so I thought that I should try to put on make-up. (But obviously, laziness overruled that notion.)
   
   
   
4. Still wants pretty clothes to wear and to look pretty in.
   
   This is why even though I don't really like shopping, I still have to shop. If not I wouldn't have anything to wear!
   
   There was this article in last week's "Urban" (the section about fashion which is part of The Straits Times. I don't really bother reading the newspaper so I only read it when my mother shows me some interesting article.) which was about fashion trends that women like and men don't. And there was one thing in the article that was really true: that women dressed to impress other women. I mean, other than trying to impress the guy they like, it was mentioned that women liked receiving compliments from other women and they dressed to differentiate themselves from other women.
   
   Which is all so true. This is probably why we wouldn't like it if some other girl was wearing the same thing as us. And this is also why I somehow subconsciously keep track of what my friends had seen me wear before and I try not to wear the same outfit in front of the same people.

My sister just came back from Europe after a month! She bought me a necklace and some lip gloss. I think she is trying to influence me to be more girly.