Some people… some things

Was talking to someone (who I shall not mention here) and somehow the conversation turned to shemales and gays. And I was shocked at how homophobic he was though I was too polite to say so.

He seems to find the idea of lesbians, gays and shemales disgusting.
And he said something (referring to butches) like,”If you don’t have a dick why act macho and all that? Cause in the end you still don’t have a dick, why act like you have something that you’re not born with?”

Um… speaking from experience (I know some lesbians personally)…
They don’t actually like being butches, you know.
They’d rather be like everyone else.
It’s not like a lifestyle they assume just to seem cool or whatever… they really can’t help being the way they are.
(And if you had to go through the kind of shit they go through… you wouldn’t want to be a lesbian too)

Well, so even though everyone says things like “The Government is just talking bullshit, most Singaporeans can accept gays and lesbians”…  you’d be surprised how strongly some people actually feel against them… it’s just that Singaporeans as a whole tend not to run around beating up people they don’t agree with and stuff like that.
Not saying that homophobes are the majority, but they do exist.

Maia sucks

Maia Lee thinks having bruises are sexy.

Yeah, bruises are sexy. Scars aren’t. Cause bruises can go away when you want to wear a miniskirt but scars don’t. And bruises hurt less. Ahahahahahahahahah.

No nonsense my ass.

Right brain and left brain

Thought this was an interesting thing to share:

THE Right Brain vs Left Brain test … do you see the dancer turning clockwise or anti-clockwise?

Pet Peeves

Ok, people in relationships (no matter how complicated) do have a tendency to allow their blogs to degenerate into mushy pet name-calling and “my boo” and “my darling sweetie” or whatever so this thing should never never happen on my blog. Cause honestly, no one, especially your readers, gives a shit about how much you and your “qing ai de” are in love with each other.

Ok, today something happened that made me very angry today. In fact I was angry for a few hours.
Cause I was talking to a friend, and somehow I got reminded that I’m growing up and am expected to dress up nicely and look agreeable, and anyone who knows me well enough will know that when you bring up a topic like that to me, I will get angry. But not angry at the person cause come on, he doesn’t even know that what he said would provoke me so that’s not his fault. I’m selective about what I get angry at (it’s the situation, not the person).

Okay la, I don’t like dressing up to fit society’s expectation of me. My thinking is that since you’re the one trying to put me in these clothes, you should pay for them since I don’t see why I should use my hard-earned money so that people will approve of my dressing and I can wait long long and society is never going to pay for my clothes bill so yeah, think I’ll be wearing berms and t-shirt for the rest of my life then, but if I’m required to dress for my job, that can be negotiated (they’re paying for my clothes bill anyways).

And ok, I don’t really have a problem with dressing like a girl. The thing I have the problem with is dressing up in a nice girly agreeable manner like what you wear to presentations or large social events. Ok, dressing up like that makes me feel like a fool. It’s like every time I’m supposed to give a presentation and dress up, I’ll wear all black and pair it with my Ah-Beng looking Helloween necklace to make it look more aggro. Then I manage to look like a rocker heh. Well anything better than looking like an inoffensive OL. Would pair it with my knee-high boots too, but that would be too uncomfortable to hang around in the whole day.

So I don’t see why I should spend money on clothes that make me feel stupid and then walk around in them for the whole day just to please other people.

Anyway this kind of subject has the potential to make me 😡 for the whole day la.
Was walking up and down the passageway glowering and wanting to slap all the girly girls I saw along the way.
Damn, if all of you wore berms and t-shirts all the time, I wouldn’t have this kind of problem.

Luckily I’m from a more “Chinese heartlander” kind of family, so I don’t expect to need to attend any large scale events anytime soon. Hahahahahahahahahah.

SATan’s Bad Directional Sense Strikes Again

Mission: Get from Ang Mo Kio to Toa Payoh
Estimated time: 15 minutes
Total time taken: 2 fucking hours
Distance travelled: Around more than 10 km I think.

Ok ’nuff said.
Actually, I can’t really blog much about this because half the time I had no idea where I was going.
Anyway after getting lost twice in various places, I ended up on the CTE and got off at the nearest exit (Upper Serangoon Road) before I got really really lost.
Anyway, not knowing where you are going does make you a more careless driver.
Therefore, I had 3 near accidents today. 2 caused by my own carelessness, 1 caused by some stupid SUV driver who insisted on changing lane even though I was in the way.
Argh.

Think if I ride to Gwen’s sister’s wedding on Wednesday, you won’t see me for 3 days afterwards and I’ll come back all covered with leaves and bits of grass like a lost hiker ahahahahahaha.

For my credit, I managed to make it back home in 15 minutes though *smile*

Biker Number 2

This is the story of how I met my second bike mentor Biker Number 2, also known as KTM (and who is NOT the blogger Kuay Teow Man).

He’s called KTM cause he has an “KTM van”, and he’s the ‘KTM’ that you find me mentioning on this blog.
He’s a professional racer and also a commitee member of a motocross club.

Well ok.

Some time after my ma died, I had quite a bit of free time (compared to the time before my ma died la) and I read about this motocross tryout thing in the Straits Times that was organised by New Paper, so I started ‘jio-ing’ (asking) people to come along with me, some backed out, some were too scared, some had no money, some wanted to go but unfortunately it clashed with their daughter’s birthday, so in the end I gathered my sister and my guy friend to accompany me. And very very nicely, there was only one place left and it was given to my sis, and she couldn’t make it so she gave it to me, and I thought of giving it to my guy friend but decided that it wasn’t nice to give it to my friend since my sis gave it to me, so even though I was getting cold feet, I went anyway.

Anyway it was pretty fun la. And that’s where I met KTM.
He called me up after the event to complete a survey about the event and I responded (like duh), and that’s how I got his handphone number.
(Come to think of it, “duh” is archaic slang, don’t think any of the younger generation are using it anymore, and at times like this I feel my age catching up with me :x)

Well anyway my bike (the RXZ that Biker Number 1) helped me check when I bought it got stolen and during that time a lot of things had just happened and I was in a state of depression. Things being that my ma just passed away, that bike was her last “gift” to me (she used her check to pay for it but never had the chance to take the money back from my account), well and anyway if your 4-month old bike is stolen you will be in a state of depression la. Not to mention I was also very frantic. Frantic enough to sms everyone I knew who rode or drove to help watch out for my bike. Even those I had only met once before. And since KTM had sent me (I think he sent everyone who went to the tryout) an invitation to watch a motocross event, I replied him that I couldn’t go because my bike had been stolen (you have to drive to the location of the event), along with the description of the bike.

Surprisingly he was very helpful and even helped me call the customs to make sure my bike hadn’t been taken out of Singapore, which I totally didn’t expect, cause I really didn’t expect anyone who didn’t know me well to respond with anything more than a cursory “tough luck, ok I’ll keep an eye out for it”.

Then somehow we just started smsing each other, first about the stolen bike and then slowly moving on to our daily lives and other assorted stuff.
Then one day, we met to have dinner together and then we started going out mountain biking and other stuff.

He helped me find my current bike (Knut) and all kinds of bike-related stuff.
And he also expressed an interest in me because we clicked well together.
(Somehow I keep getting involved with guys over bikes…)

And then… the story continues 😉

No time to blog

Ever since I met KTM, I’ve been getting kinda too busy to blog.

He’ll call me up or I’ll call him up and we’ll go mountain biking, or just go out for dinner and talk about bikes and other stuff, or drive around Singapore (his van), or go get my bike fixed in various ways (first the tail light wasn’t working so we had to send it back to the shop, then we’re now going around looking for a box and a raincoat so I can start bringing Knut to school).

I’m so busy right now that even my father is kind of unhappy about me staying out everyday so guess I have to be a ‘guai’ (good) girl and come home for dinner sometimes. And of course I’m getting kinda distracted from my schoolwork too ahahahaha.

Today we went to look for a box for my bike, and then we went hunting around for a bracket for the box. Couldn’t find a proper bracket that fit my bike, but the shop was willing to modify another bracket so it would fit. Going back on Wednesday with Knut to get the bracket fixed. 🙂

Cute Knut

It’s Knut (Blancmange) the Honda XL200!
It’s not wobbly!

Fwah!

First project marathon of this semester completed!

Better get a nap and a good bath before I go out trail riding later…

Touching the heart

Sometimes you hear a song from a band and it just touches you somewhere deep in the depths of your heart in a place you never knew existed. And then you hear their other songs and yes, it’s the same.

I only can recall 2 bands like this right now, Kent and Mercury Rev.
Kent kept me company when I slept by my mother ‘s bedside, both of us taking a short afternoon nap before her dinner came and we had to start doing all the feeding and cleaning and stuff.
Mercury Rev kept me company during my internship when I had a bad quarrel with my co-worker and somehow ended up kind of ostracized.