Day 2

Still remember the song "Where have all the Flowers Gone"?

There's this stanza that goes "Where have all the good men gone? Long time passing...."

Well, the good men went to the Vietnam War during that period. Hence the song. In times of peace like now, chivalry and honour are tossed into the winds and the good men DE-EVOLVE and DEGENERATE into Neanderthals, sleeping around and changing partners whenever they fancy. It's horrid. And sometimes I wish war would happen so that these complacent males will treasure the people and the world around them more. Then again, I don't want anyone to die. Why can't MANkind cherish what is right in front of them more?

Day 2 of surviving the turbulent twenties was like WAYYY COOOLLL! First I went for a great KTV session with my Primary 6 classmates. Singing's great catharsis and we all belted out angst-ridden MayDay songs and really really old fogey stuff like "Tie a Yellow Ribbon Round the Old Oak Tree" and "Put Your Head on My Shoulder" and Beatles "I Wanna Hold Your Hand". Then, the inevitable happened. Someone started singing Jay Chou and David Tao songs and I'm freaking reminded of days with Daryl and his betrayal of me to watch the Jay Chou concert with ah Jo. Another person sang "lang hua yi duo duo" which MTV was shot in Redang and I was reminded of our Redang days. Then someone sang "Xin Bu Liao Qing" and it described my feelings exactly. I got close to tears more than once but kept controlling it.

4 hours of singing at the top of our voices and gross 'fry rice' later, our voices were half-gone.

Saw the queue outside KBox Cineleisure for an autograph session with Taufik and Sylvester. Surprise! Surprise! No GUYS were there!!! Lotsa teenybopper gals though. So now we know why Olinda din get through. uh-huh.

Next came an experiment. I went for dinner with this guy from my salsa class. It's like the FIRST ever date with a guy since breaking up with Daryl. God! It failed horribly! I WAS SO NOT ENTERTAINED! The guy's so bland you could chew him up, chew him down and upside down again and you wouldn't be able to taste anything. The whole dinner was him finding out about my interests and nothing about himself at all! And kept asking cheesy 1st date questions like, so where do you hang out? what do you do?

I answered everything politely and sweetly, while having lotsa mental conversation with myself, like Shalynn.

"Girl, you cannot say this! Keep it to yourself! KEEP IT!"

So I kept my composure when all the while I was thinking "WHY THE HELL AM I DOING THIS? ARGH!!!! IT'S ALL DARYL'S FAULT THAT I'VE TO GO THROUGH THIS!"

He doesn't know music, doesn't sing KTV, doesn't dance, doesn't club, doesn't have much of a social life, doesn't do sports, doesn't watch TV or movies.... In short, he doesn't have a life. And I, dear me, have to babble on and on to keep the conversation going. What has this bloke been doing his whole life?

Then came my mom's concert in which I was the emcee. I invited that bloke along and in retrospect, it's a bad decision cos now he thinks I'm interested in him ENOUGH to bring him to meet my parents. In the first place I didn't even WANTED him to meet my parents. He just asked to go backstage with me. WTF!

On with the story.

He met my mom and she actually thought he's better than DARYL! EEEWWW! Daryl may not be the dishiest hunk on earth, but he's tonnes better-looking than this pathetic stick-thin bloke with NERD and NO LIFE plastered all across his dorky face.

Anyway, both my Mom and I performed well at the concert and everyone commented on how professional I sounded. Teehee.... think I can make a living out of emceeing? Oh well.... Mom sang brilliantly and I was so proud of her and moved by her songs that my eyes got moistened too.

Post-concert: the bloke kept hanging around while I was busy snapping photos for my mom and her friends. I explicitly said I'm going home with my family and he still asked me out for a drink. Gee, my patience was sorely tested then.

BUT, I smiled and oh so daintily declined.

It was darn irritating the way he hung around being so thick-skinned. Before he left, he kept persisting for a 2nd date.... asking stuff like when I'm free or when I'll be online. And I oh so daintily gave vague answers. ahhaha....

When he REALLY left, sent me 2 messages. Rough idea is that he didn't really get to know me within such a short time and thanking me for e concert and asking me out to chill.

YA RIGHT! I'm NEVER going out with him EVER again! and I think I've known ENOUGH of him to decide that even if he didn't get to know me enough. When is enough anyway? What's the definition? And all the while I was the one doing most of the talking.

Gosh! And he looked so awkward during dinner, like he was uncomfortable and that's NOT suave at all.

Experiment hypothesis: I can have a great date with any guy besides Daryl. I'm cool.
Conclusion: results deviate significantly from hypothesis. Differences are not due to chance.
Further testing: Test if Singaporean males are all this boring.

Ok, so my experiment failed but who cares? I had a great day! And it's always nice to know that somewhere out there there's a guy liking me even if I don't like them back. Ego-booster yannow?

Before I went to bed, I sent an email to Daryl complaining about the experiment. Weird, but I seem to want to tell him everything about my life, even now. I named the email "Ramblings of an Unsound Mind".

It's supposed to sound similar to "Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind".

I loved that movie and that concept because if I could have my memories of Daryl erased right now, I WOULD go through with it.

Just the words "eternal sunshine" bring a smile to my face. Beautiful words, they are!

SO, Day 2 has ended.

"We could never learn to be brave and patient if there were only joy in the world"

What an optimistic statement!