Back to work, with Jane Austen...

before anything happens, check out the break up article ive posted on my xanga!!!

ok continuing on...

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wow, it's the first day back at work after nearly 2 weeks of dole-bludging. im feeling quite relieved actually because i didnt realise how much i missed work. apart from the money i get (CA$H!!), it's the incredibly long periods of time i get to myself at work, when i can contemplate different issues in life: mainly just *stuff* that happens in *my* life.

im starting to appreciate work.

i've just rejected an invitation to a monthly meet up thing, which i have been waiting for since the beginning of the month, purely because im grounded, both physically and financially. im kicking myself for the huge amounts i have spent, but i must admit, a big chunk of my money went to 3G.

im a loyal customer.

had my last taste of freedom yesterday when i (shh dont tell mum), jigged a 3 hour-lecture, just to go shopping and hang out with jo in the city and then met up with ross for a movie/dinner. i did try to invite more people to the movie but then i got dogged. not the first time, and it aint the last.

i can resist from spending. i CAN!

i havent enjoyed myself like yesterday for a long long time. possibly because i knew im going to get incarcerated as from today: I am financially grounded and physically grounded… so who wouldnt make the most out of their last day? i did control myself from leaking funds from my wallet, or injecting useless crap into my collection of freebies, whichever way you want to look at it. the shiseido ladies were really pushy but the YSL guy was really nice. i havent smelt the concoction of so many eau de parfum, eau de toilette, creams, lotions, whatever fragrances, for so long. yet, i have not felt so stingy literally like an asian for so long.

it's in my blood to be a tight-ass.

the body shop was fun. REALLY FUN! sting-i-ness has never been so great in my life before. jo and i tried on so many bronzers, eye shadows, lip glosses etc etc that our arms and the back of our hands were covered with different shades of foundation, concealers, whatever make up a girl can buy. the best part was when jo wanted to take these bronzers off her cheeks because they LOOKED CRAP (seriously, the body shop should not have them on the shelves) so what did TIGHT-JESS do??? i got the cleansing cotton pads, squirted tester aloe vera cleansing milk on, and helped jo cleanse her face. i even got her tea-tree refreshening toner as well. HAHAHAHA TRUST ME TO MILK THE JUICES OUT OF TESTERS!!!

must admit: im still cool, even when im tight.

met up with ross after that. watched *when a stranger calls* instead of *proof* because george street cinema was TOO CRAP to show it. i still REALLY WANT TO watch *proof* but i guess i'll have to wait for next time.

JYKW is now a movie critic.

i shall give the movie a 6/10, max, 6.5/10. ross gave it a 4.5/10. HE FAILED IT!! i recon it's because of the chic's brows. GET OVER THEM. hahaha but it was funny that you mentioned them... especially when i was freaking out to the max. comic relief, yes thanks. the movie was literally 1.5 hours of scary cliches, and i must say, i am still TOTALLY susceptible to those kind of cliches. there was a point in the movie when i thought i'd break because i was literally freaked. WHAT A PSYCHO??!?!?! AND I'VE BEEN MISSING NO CALLER ID PHONE CALLS LATELY, TOO!!! *sigh* i have decided to watch scary movies with my family and no one else. im kinda feeling bad now because i was blocking ross' blood circulation...

all guys should wear striped tops.

one of my criteria for guys to look remotely hot is to wear my beloved(?), fetish you may call it, striped tops. be it horizontal or vertical, preferbaly horizontal, all guys will look AMAZINGLY HOT in those tops: even if they are only *mediocre*. =) one of the deepest impression i had of my great companion, ross, was his striped cotton on top. it was the first thing i saw and the main thing i looked at throughout the afternoon/evening/night. i did notice some other things like his eye lashes and ears, but the top was nice. ahh... stripes...

answers will only be given to those who observe.

I don’t know why, but heaps of people have been asking me what kind of guy im looking for. I guess it’s time for me to publicly announce what I appreciate and what gives me the shits in a guy, aye?

Practicality is superior to ideals: even in a relationship.

There was one time when jess L blogged a list of things that she wants in a guy. and my comment was this:

At 12:17 AM, January 16, 2006, JYKW said…
hmm i recon the final 2 are probably the MAIN ones that u'd HAVE TO HAVE right? hahahahmm some practical points to think about...

- does he have money?
- does his personality stinks around other people other than me?
- does his family understand and look after me like a family member or like some *outsider* who got married into the family and they recon they can use me like a maid?
- are our aspirations in life similar?
- i can stand his bad stuff now coz we're in love, but once we live together and get married and have children, will i still be able to *over look* his stupidity?
- is he gonna work me like a maid?
- how does he define *cheating*?

i'v been thinking abt stuff like this too... and then i've realised a lot of guys our age are really massive retards...

better look for someone at least 3-4 years older i recon...

good luck jess!!!

JYKW

right now, I shall list what I want and don’t want in a guy, even though im starting to feel asexual these days. Guys will really have to convince me hard they’re good enough… *sigh*… why can't two people of different gender, be good friends with no *other* intentions?

character is really important. A person who’s nice to me but not others is crap. If he can be a prick to others, he can be a prick to me. what really SHITS me, and i mean TOTALLY, ABSOLUTELY PISSES THE CRAP OUT OF ME, is when a guy deliberately changes or temporarily adapts to things you like in order to get your attention. it really irritates me when i end up discovering that he's a superficial bastard who has NO OPINION of his own and lives in what other GIRLS have in their minds. if you're not into what a chic is, SO BE IT. you dont have to *try it out* and seem like you have heaps in common with her. if you have a great personality, you can get on with EVERYONE. that is one other thing i have zero tolerance for. ZERO TOLERANCE.

Aspirations in life, both material and spiritual, must be really similar. Well, in my case, hopefully identical. It would be hard and stupid to let religion or our careers’ aspirations to get in the way of a relationship. If I want to be a massive CFA and he wanted to fix someone’s water pipes, I don’t think it’ll work. Im not going to have a husband who cant appreciate and empathise with the stress I have at work.

Education and career must be on par. The guy obviously, has to earn more than me, which would be pretty easy. But education wise, and likewise to the above said, if our careers are totally different, it’s only difficult for the other half to understand and make you feel better. On the other hand, say if I was with a doctor or a brain surgeon, then it would be fine because both parties would have had a similar amount of education. I am not going to lower myself for love: I am not going to be with a guy who is half as educated as me. How am I supposed to take him out to social gatherings? If the only thing he can talk about is mahjong and cars, and the people at the social gathering are there to talk about say the latest research results in cancer cures or the absurdities in the Australian tax system, or the relationship an economy has with the legal system, it would only be EMBARRASSING for the guy. Such male-ego decimation will only lead to uncalled for arguments. The relationship would be impractical.

Income MUST be on par or the guy must be earning more than me, during EVERY STAGE in life. I am not going to be the one paying for the phone bill (I’ve had enough with my own already), im not going to pay off the mortgage myself, I am not raising my 6 children (at this rate, hopefully 3-4) alone. The guy is the breadwinner, great! Let’s leave it that way.

Physical appearance DOES matter… A LOT.

I admit im not hot. I admit im not pretty. I admit im not the best looking person. I’d be Jessica alba if I were hot. I’d be kylie minogue if I were sexy. I’d be Angelina jolie if I were hot AND sexy. I’d be zhang ziyi if I were pretty. I wouldn’t be Jessica wong if I were cute.

After all the confessions, the only reason why anyone would want to take the next step after *meeting* a person, would be to check them out. The whole personality crap only kicks in when you start to observe the person as a potential. Why go out with someone who you cant even look at for 2 minutes without a break? Who cares what other people thinks, if you cant look at him straight into his eyes and be comfortable, then forget about him. However, it does occur, quite often as well, when the affinity comes and you feel attracted to someone who you’ve NEVER thought of before. Good for you then. But for those who's time hasn’t come, just check out the eye candies you have around you. When demand is high for a commodity, in BASIC ECONOMIC THEORY, supply would naturally increase to stabilise the imbalance and hence, equilibrium will be met. So if everyone only cared for the eye candies, then naturally all guys would pursue a hotter/better physical appearance. Simple.

Age is very important to me. So far, it has, due to personal experiences, been the point of decision for me, as to whether I should feed the infatuation, or whether I should just let it pass. I know that a few strong friendships I have with people of the opposite gender are only there because I did not allow the otherwise to occur. Going out with those guys, who happened to be younger than me: be it a year or 2 months, would have totally jeopardised the strong friendship bonding I have with those guys. And it would have added to the list of failures I have had. Either way, older men is the way. I am not going to celebrate my 56th birthday BEFORE HIS 56th birthday.

The rest: height, weight etc etc. is purely up to the individual. But to be honest, why would a girl go out with a guy who looks thinner than herself??? Why would a girl be with a guy who is barely taller than herself??? Any intellectuals would understand that.

Oooooooooooh, one of the latest HOT HOT HOT debates I’ve been having with different groups of friends at uni and with a few high school friends, has been revolving around the issue of culture. In layman terms, should a person’s skin colour restrict the number of partner choices they have in life? Im not talking about minor differences like say, a Burmese with a Cambodian, or a hkie with a shangie. Im speaking of TOTAL differences like the parents of the hottest eur-asians around. Oz+chink, French+jap, Italian+indian. Personally, I don’t care about other people. But I have realised how bigoted I have been. White guys, although they cant jump, they can be nice, too. Great companions, great friends to talk to. Maybe it’s just because I can chat with practically anyone? Maybe im just easily entertained? But my bottom line is still the same: unless I really cant help falling in love with a non-asian, then it wouldn’t even cross my mind: the idea of spending my life in 2 different cultures. Our own culture’s dinner shall be served on alternate days and Sundays will be the day when the left overs are eaten: Sunday is the Holy Sabbath Day and also Multicultural Day in the family. i cant commit. not now.

My children will speak cantonese, mandarin, english and hopefully japanese. But for the sake of my children’s appearance, I will let them have a European father, since I already have the hot asian genes. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

If I can be picky, so can others. But my point is: I DON’T CARE IF THEY ARE PICKY.

Anyone can be my friend. I will be nice to everyone. But it does not mean I wont be picky with who im planning to spend the rest of my life with. One of the biggest mistake for a girl is to get married too early or too impetuously. One of the biggest mistake for a married couple is to divorce on the drop of a hat. So divorce is seriously, NOT an option. It’s a mistake.

The number one reason for divorce is marriage.

Got that from Pam. Pretty true. Basically, once you’re married, forget about the option of divorce. You made the decision. You stick to it. If it’s torture, you are the only person to kick: not your husband, because he’s done nothing bad. You failed to notice the unbearable flaws in his character and habits. You cope with it like you did when you guys were going out. Tough luck.

If there is one thing I cant stand in life, then it’s anything with 6 legs or more.

After the whole *spider in my room* ordeal, I am finally back in my own comfort zone. Within the security of these four walls, I can nearly taste freedom in the air.

Nearly.

I will live through this financial-slash-physical grounding.

I can.

JYKW