office blues

just now, after lunch, chump, dad and myself went home for awhile to rest and get chump's violin, before sending him to his violin lesson.

i told my dad i needed to take passport sized pictures, then i went upstairs to "prettify" myself. then suddenly my dad said that he was going to his office. i naturally bantah-ed coz i already told him i needed to take passport sized pics and besides i just prettified myself. im not going to let all that effort go to waste! (actually not much effort. i didnt even bother to put foundation. i only curled my lashes, filled in my eyebrows and wore some lipgloss)

so he sent my bro to IMH and brought me to take the pics i needed. then horror of horrors, he brought me to his office! T.T
i hate going to his office or any of his office functions. its always so awkward and i always forget wad to call ppl (coz u know la, chinese honorifics damn kao complicated one. like wad do u call the sister of the wife of your father's brother??) and its a family business, so always got some relatives around.
*sigh* now i regret insisting that we took the pics today -_-"

summore when i saw the pics just now, they were so fugly! haiyah! y when i simply camwhore the pics usually turn out pretty good. but when it really matters, the pics look like crap T.T
(oh ya, its because i cant tilt my head down and turn my face to a more flattering angle. wtf)

plus, my dad took me to some kuno looking photo studio and the photographer was a man in his advanced years (cannot say "old" later he get insulted. wtf), so i bet no photoshopping will be done to my face :(
im not even sure the guy has ever heard of "photoshop" -_-"

i complain so much, but i still havent come to my point yet. (shaun says im"cheong hei". so mean right! *sobs*) the point is that i have nothing to do here, so im hiding in my dads room, using his laptop while he does goodness-knows-what-officey-stuff outside.
aiyah... y are the workers all so hardworking one? saturday go home and rest la! (ok la, i know im being unreasonable. if they dont work, how to earn $$ right?)

hmm... so since i got nothing to do now, i shall blog about the guy i met a couple of months ago and saw on tv recently.

lets call him x (ya la, i know, so creative right?).

a couple of friends and i went to a party/clubbing. x was there with a friend y (another strike of creative brilliance). the hostess introduced me to x and y, so we chatted abit and i introduced them to my friends.

this part gets abit hard to explain and is mostly based on my own feelings, so it might be biased.

my friend (female) and i agreed that x seemed to take no interest in girls and that he was more interested in dancing with his friend y. gays? we sure thought so!
then we asked another fren of mine what he thought. he said no way they were gays! but my female fren and i were unconvinced.

so i asked him myself. not like so rudely asked la, but i insinuated it and he said he was straight. actually i dunno y im harping so much on his sexual preference. i have nothing against gays. they never harmed me or anyone i know and its their own choice so wadever.
anyways, i found out from him that he was malaysian and he was partly sarawakian and partly something-ang moh-which-i-cant-remember. he had lived a long time overseas and was back now to try to break into the scene in kl. like be a model or something.

oh ya, did i mention that he is extremely good looking? like the he's-talking-to-me-and-im-silently-screaming-in-my-head kind of handsome. tall and well built too.

so after chatting awhile after the party/clubbing, all of us went to a mamak nearby. while my friend and i ate, x and y chatted to my male friend. i found the conversation very disturbing because of the way they spoke of women (im extremely feminist at times). objectifying them as sex objects and etc. so my friend and i chose to talk amongst ourselves and pretend to not hear their conversation.

after mamak, we split and went our separate ways. i never saw him again until recently when i switched channels on tv and nearly had a heart attack.

there he was! a host of a tv programme (and quite a famous one too!)! he'd obviously made it and in such a short time too. from "aspiring hopeful" to "fresh new face on tv"!

u know its true when they say that a person may not remember what u did, but they will remember how u made them feel. (or something like that la, i cant remember the exact pepatah)
so how did he make me feel the short time that i knew him? i felt small. insignificant. over-looked. insulted. and i wasnt the only one, my female friend felt it too.

nevertheless, we still tried our best to be friendly and courteous.

i know la, we're not the stick-thin drop-dead-gorgeous models that you are used to talking to in your line of work, but takkan u talk to beautiful ppl only!

in his defense he might not have been behaving like that on purpose, maybe im just sensitive (which i admittedly tend to be at times). and there were parts of the conversation in which i sincerely enjoyed talking with him.

so when i saw him on tv, i felt very mixed.

on one hand i was "WOW! congrats man!"
on the other, i was "look, its the handsome jerk on tv"

and if i had one more hand, it would be going "why are all the hot guys gay?!"