funky dory week

first i saw a high school play.

then i kissed a great guy and part of my sanity goodbye.

then i got promoted to the education desk of my newspaper.

then i sms’d a friend in the jungle.

then my current boss called me a bitch.

then i drank with a former colleague at the wanch, where i ran into another loathesome ex-colleague who kept trying to touch my face and whining for me “to loosen up and have fun”

i shoved him. he apologised.

then i stumbled to another friend’s apartment where i drank more.

then i drunk msn’d my fellow americans at 3am HKT.

i didn’t drink enough water before bed.

then the next morning i had to face causeway bay. it wasn’t fair, i was a wounded soldier:

(this photo wasn’t taken by me btw. thank you google images)

thanks to C..

i finally took the Meyer-briggs test and, eh, surprising results!

“ENFJs are the benevolent ‘pedagogues’ of humanity. They have tremendous charisma by which many are drawn into their nurturant tutelage and/or grand schemes. Many ENFJs have tremendous power to manipulate others with their phenomenal interpersonal skills and unique salesmanship. But it’s usually not meant as manipulation — ENFJs generally believe in their dreams, and see themselves as helpers and enablers, which they usually are.”

tell me what you are. http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp

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Shopaholic, on the other hand, was totally inspiring. Like a jab of romance elixer to (temporarily) ease my semi-jaded-old-maid thoughts this week. Poetic, i know. Also helped that the main character was a journalist. But no editors actually look/sound like Hugh Dancy.

suicidal

i just watched ip man. that guy royally pisses me off…i couldn’t stand he’d rush to go save someone’s life. every time. when he had a family waiting for him at home.

i’m glad he won and all, but halfway through i stopped rooting for him. you can’t save them all ipman (this whole entry is nullified by the fact that he does save them all, and himself, in the end) but he always tried. what use is dignity when your death would cripple your loved ones?

what I learned from you: KO

1. the ridges on Extra Professional mints are for tongue cleansing

what i learned from you: booger

1. put the lid down when you flush

2. ignorance is bliss

what i learned from you (series): W

to make milk tea: add the milk first, then hot water. prevents the necessity of a spoon.

heartbeats

last night i met jose gonzales at a friend’s birthday party. i was talking to a few friends on this cramped balcony (conscious that he was behind us talking to someone) when he suddenly appeared in our circle. he’d just ambled over, like that awkward guy trying to join a circle at a party.

then i found myself talking to him alone. had to pinch myself throughout…this stuff doesn’t happen to me; i look like neither a model nor someone important. but he was very polite, inquisitive and almost shy. and almost boring…he’s so low-key and reticent that it’s easy to mistake him for being boring and fobby. but when he talked, he wasn’t.

how do you break a cycle.

mom moved out when she was a teen to escape her own mom (my popo). and now, after decades of unaddressed strain between them, popo has moved back to look after my mom because i moved out, largely to escape her.

mom told me it breaks her heart when popo looks at her, because she knows how helpless and heartbroken popo feels seeing mom look so weak, so betrayed, so childlike. mom cries. she’s thin, but in her cheap sleeveless top she looks anorexic. i almost cry; this scene breaks my heart. actually, i do cry.

another message from my dad

random sms: i know you know this but i feel i must say it again. practice safe sex.