irrational .

it’s almost a cliche; the fight between two people where one person says something rash that they didn’t mean. it happens to everyone, in real life and in hollywood world. and in both worlds the solution to the problem is when that person apologizes and they kiss and make up.

contrary to both the real and the imaginary people in these situations, i find that i never regret the things i say when i am angry. to be honest, even in retrospect, all the things i have accidentally screamed out when i was borderline murderous were completely true and never something i would take back just because i wanted us to be one happy family all over again.

which leads me to believe that the whole perception of the situation is false.

politics .

i am the girl who will tell you if you look fat in your favourite five hundred dollar dress. it’s effortless to me; i won’t try to scoot around it and hint it to you, i’ll just say it. you. look. fat. and everyone that sees you in that dress will know, so take it off and sell it on ebay for half price.

and don’t take photos of yourself modelling it for the photos.

i call myself honest but you probably have another word for it.

the only problem is that when you’re as honest as someone like me, people begin thinking that you’re just saying things to be mean. and fair enough, maybe sometimes i do.

the million dollar question .

i think i’ve been watching way too many american films that embody the american dream and the perfection of american families. in these stories the mommy and daddy are extremely in love, or at least were extremely in love, and so were their grandparents and probably also great grandparents. is this really true? if you know the answer, please tell me because i’d love to know.

the reason i ask this is that i see the people around me, and they’re not even close to being this way.

maybe it’s because we’re not american, and maybe it’s because love was never the issue for us, because i can safely say that ninety percent of the adults in my family didn’t marry for love.

proposals .

around 21000 asians gathered in sydney last night to witness the very spectacular event of jay chou’s first ever concert in australia. it was completely full, and there were people everywhere, swarming into lidcombe and olympic park stations and onto the extra trains arranged for the night.

needless to say, all the others were dumbfounded.

i liked the concert a lot, but i’m not planning to blog about that. the thing is, i discovered something at that concert; something that is slightly unsettling, although i believe i have known the truth for a while.

let me start from the beginning.

opinions .

i think if most people were able to conduct a survey on what the people around them think about them, they would. i imagine a lot of questions, and a scale of “strongly disagree” all the way to “strongly agree” along with a “further comments” section at the bottom. i imagine the questions would sound something like this-

this person has good taste and style: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

this person is too outspoken: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

this person is a slut: strongly agree, agree, disagree, strongly disagree

fortunately . unfortunately .

i don’t like those people that fall in “love” easily. they annoy me in the way a stupid child that refuses to eat but then complains that they’re hungry annoys me. fortunately for me, i don’t know many of these people. unfortunately, i do know a few.

i know that it’s best to keep my mouth shut when i’m talking to them about their latest infatuation. but i won’t. i will usually end up telling them that they’re dumb rather impolitely and tell them to move on. they do, of course, but at the time that i give them this advice they beg me to see that it is impossible. i just want to say “your face is impossible.”

the ascertained .

yesterday i heard a piece of truth that, although obvious, i had never realised before. it was the kind of surprising-but-true-kind-of-funny joke. it went like this;

“in this life, you pay things off. you can pay off your car, you can pay off your education fees, you can pay off your house. but the one thing you can never pay off is your phone bill.”

i laughed. a oh-shit-i-never-realised-that kind of laugh.

if only i had known that for my vodafone interview. the human resources guy would have hired me on the spot.

promotion .

i have been promoted.

and it’s horrible.

i now telemarket for a commercial company, attempting to book people into free financial assistance seminars. it’s extremely ironic that when i was calling for charity people told me “sorry, we’re not very financially adequate at the moment,” yet when i call in attempt to give them free financial advice they say “we’re okay thanks.”

fucking liars.