A random trend report: Green is in!

Only in the environmentally conscious way, though, if the sale racks at Miss Selfridges and Topshop are anything to go by. Mint green is out. Lime is on its way. Bright candy combos are being filtered down to a lone etoilated pink. Stripes have been striked out and polka dots have been kicked off the top spot. I have a constant need to reinvent my wardrobe and there’s more to this than wanting to keep up with trends.

I HAVE DISCOVERED A VOID I CANNOT FILL.

Months of sneakily employed guerilla retail tactics have only resulted in turning my room into a warehouse of shopping bags; filling a different kind of void altogether. Over the weekend, after a spree in Ikea (to buy storage for my shoes), I began a seemingly impossible task of cleaning my room. Again. I discovered, among countless other things I’d long forgotten about, the following:

A lone immigrant shopping bag from Singapore, containing some ‘must have’ lingerie which I promptly ‘must have forgotten’ about.

Another surviving shopping bag containing four (!) tops, quietly sitting under my bed before being found. And then it rustled in protest as I pulled it out from its hiding place.

A large paper shopping bag holding two shoe boxes, one of which was emptied and the other containing a pair of shoes I’d forgotten I’d bought..

.. now this is, of course, the last straw. Those who know me will know my love for shoes. A forgotten pair of brand new shoes is a bit too much, even for a self-confessed shopaholic like myself.

I have thus come to the conclusion that The Void is a result of a prolonged absence of Trust In Men. Just don’t ask me how I made this conclusion.

Someone suggested that I may be trying to replace Men with Shoes. One is disposable and the other one could be.. in which case, I’d trade in all my Vincci shoes for Guccis.

Whatever the case may be, something obviously has to be done about it on my part.

I have yet to figure out what exactly (and I don’t think I am meant to).

Until then, I should continue shopping. Ahahahahhaha!!!

(… only kidding!)

(… on second thoughts…)

Anyway. I ended up throwing out some shoes to make room for new ones.

Sole survivors. Ahahahaha.

I hope this isn’t a metaphor for my love life.

That is all.

Greetings, people.

This is not a funny post. Instead, it’s a serious dilemma. Perhaps the more enlightened folk out there can help me out: I’ve been kept awake for nights on end because of this.

The structure in the argument below is known as modus tollens.

If A, then B.

Not B.

Therefore, not A.

Right. With that out of the way, I present to you, culled from the depths of my depravity- a problem I aptly name…

The AMWTGTKWIOTFT dilemma! (All Men Want To Get To Know Women In Order To Fuck Them)

(Or maybe it’s just me)

Anyway.

P1) If it is not the case that it is possible that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them, then women will not feel unease at their boyfriends’ desire to know other women.

P2) Women will feel unease at their boyfriends’ desire to know other women.

C3) Therefore, it is possible that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them. (1, 2)

P4) If it is possible that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them, then the implications for social relationships between the sexes would be profoundly disturbing.

P5) We do not (normally) conceive of any implications for social relationships between the sexes which are profoundly disturbing.

C6) Therefore, it is not the case that it is possible that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them. (4, 5)

(6) contradicts (3). There has to be a flaw in the argument somewhere, but where does it lie?

We can attack P2:

Women should not feel unease at their boyfriends’ desire to know other women because it is not the case that there is a possibility that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them.

Problem: This involves denying women’s very natural feelings of unease (And men’s as well, because there’s no denying that you can feel uneasy when guys want to get to know your girl).

Or, we can attack P5:

We should accept, and realize, that there are very disturbing implications for social relationships.

Problem: The catch being, should we accept this, all females will never look at their guy friends the same way again.

In saying that NOT all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them, do we have to accept one of the above, problems and all? Or is it a false dilemma?

The problem lies in, among other things, the fact that the existence of the possibility that all men wanting to get to know women in order to fuck them seems necessary, even though it may not be sufficient, for women to feel unease at their boyfriends’ desire to know other women.

A is necessary for B if it is the case that B cannot happen without A. For instance, oxygen is necessary for fire, since there cannot be fire without oxygen. But it is not sufficient, since there have to be other conditions present (besides oxygen) for fire.

In less technical terms, while there can be other reasons why women feel unease at their boyfriends’ desires to know other women, women cannot feel unease at their boyfriends’ desires to know other women (B) without the possibility that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them (A).

(By the way, a lack of trust and inherent insecurities are both reducible to the possession of the belief that there is a possibility that all men want to get to know women in order to fuck them.)

Go figure. I have a couple of ways around the dilemma, but I’m not going to do your thinking for you.

And before I forget, the above applies to heterosexual men only.

You know you’re getting older when your girlfriends suggest you spend the weekend imbibing.. at their place! Are the days of painting the town red, cosmopolitans and club-hopping over, already? Trading in your stilettoes for lounge pants sounds like a sell-out at 23.. but somehow I don’t think it’s all over yet. Judging from the vast amounts of old fashioned fun we girls had last night on our Last Night Out, there’s definately more to come.

Why Last Night Out, you ask?

Reminiscent of our college party days, pre-boyfriends and all, where we used to go out every weekend without fail and had this car-pool routine.. we decided to do it one last time before Lynn moves out into her new pad. It just wouldn’t be the same picking her up from her new place. Maybe we are getting older.

(BTW, I’m still 21, if anyone asks.)

Drowning in Michael Buble’s vocals while choking on my own is not a bad way to go, I’ve decided.

Transported into a phantasmal world of candlelit dinners, old New York, and reminiscent of my main man Ol’ Blue Eyes, there’s something about his rich baritones coupled with a big band in the background that makes me feel like throwing caution to the wind and singing along. Not that Buble will ever come close to taking Sinatra’s place in my heart. They sure broke the mould when they made him.

I feel like listening to some Sinatra now, closing my eyes and let random chimerical thoughts take me on a journey. It’s an escape, for me.

Had such a long day at work. I had two tickets to see the Black Eyed Peas in concert tonight but I had to give them away because I was just too damned busy-slash-sick-slash-tired. At 2pm I decided to post about it here and see if anyone wanted them, but I didn’t have time and eventually forgot. In the end, I got Nik to give them away. What an absolute waste.. I love the Black Eyed Peas. The concert is now over, and the Black Eyed Peas should now be at Bar Savanh partying as I type. Dammit.

Am only awake now to check my emails to see if everything is OK at work.. I left the office about 7pm, came home to crash then Nik came to take me to the doctor’s after he finished work. I feel like shite. Doctor says I have a really bad throat, cold, high fever and flu. Geez. Desperately need sleep, so good night for now.

By the way, before I forget — I have two extra double passes for Starlight Cinema. If anyone wants them, get in contact.

Someone please tell me what I’m doing at work at this hour.

Sometimes I think I spread myself a little too thin — work is hell crazy, and trying to have a healthy social life at the same time feels like I’m trying to scale the side of KL Tower with my bare hands. I’m turning into one of those people I love to hate — I forget to return calls, don’t remember birthdays and I haven’t had a proper chat with mom for a week. On top of that, I’m falling sick. I hope this madness ends real soon.

Over an interesting Sunday in Kuantan, I had the pleasure of spending the day with Nik’s granduncle Tony, who is a well-known foodie from Australia. In between rushing back and forth from airports, I’ve learnt how to make a really good cream-based black pepper steak, french dressing, bread and butter pudding (all ‘elementary’ stuff, mind you) and how to identify sawtooth coriander. Didn’t have time to get a tan though, but I did manage to fit an hours’ worth of shopping somewhere in there.

I’m hungry.

harlow braders and sisters. long taim no hear. tangkewp for all 2 response to my earlier blog. heheh nemind, i knows u all vely busy in your every day schedules. anyway i decided to blog la, but only one in a blue moon la. heheh…dowan to let u all suffers so much. suffer litter bits can. so, u all got miss me or not? got or not? i can’t hear u!!! hehe. anyway, i wan to tell u all ah, last nite i was in bar savanh, and i experience some kind of, how to say, epiphany la. i diden see any apparition but i realises that all my blady life i’ve been too judgemental loh .ya my frens, so very judgemental (i must say “so very” coz my daddy say very bad to says “damn” or “farkin”). i mean ah, those wine-sipping, accented-spoken, silked-clothed basteds are human too. why should i look down on them? but i pity them lo. they don’t have style. they donno the pleasure of sungei wang, big exhausts, airport lights and long key chains. their women never highlight kau kau. some more they talk in bad english. wat the hack, why anybody wan to drink wine when there’s shandy or whisky with green tea. wah liao, chivas with green tea damn, eh i mean, so very shock man. haha better than my shock absorber. hahahaha i gooood today. so my frens, next taim when u see someone who thot they had styles but in actual fact they ott oni, give them a hug. i am reform oreidi. i drink the catharsis. hehe ok i leave u now. love 4eva, j.

harlow braders and sisters. long taim no hear. tangkewp for all 2 response to my earlier blog. heheh nemind, i knows u all vely busy in your every day schedules. anyway i decided to blog la, but only one in a blue moon la. heheh…dowan to let u all suffers so much. suffer litter bits can. so, u all got miss me or not? got or not? i can’t hear u!!! hehe. anyway, i wan to tell u all ah, last nite i was in bar savanh, and i experience some kind of, how to say, epiphany la. i diden see any apparition but i realises that all my blady life i’ve been too judgemental loh .ya my frens, so very judgemental (i must say “so very” coz my daddy say very bad to says “damn” or “farkin”). i mean ah, those wine-sipping, accented-spoken, silked-clothed basteds are human too. why should i look down on them? but i pity them lo. they don’t have style. they donno the pleasure of sungei wang, big exhausts, airport lights and long key chains. their women never highlight kau kau. some more they talk in bad english. wat the hack, why anybody wan to drink wine when there’s shandy or whisky with green tea. wah liao, chivas with green tea damn, eh i mean, so very shock man. haha better than my shock absorber. hahahaha i gooood today. so my frens, next taim when u see someone who thot they had styles but in actual fact they ott oni, give them a hug. i am reform oreidi. i drink the catharsis. hehe ok i leave u now. love 4eva, j.