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Queiin has moved for the new year!

2006-01-03T23:48:00.000+08:00

Moved again, for the new year.

http://queiin.blogspot.com

Miss my old blog

2005-10-29T14:53:00.000+08:00

I decided that I miss my old blog so I'll be considering moving back there. -_-;;

http://kailin.complique.net

It's so stupid but it's still me. Poor Meng is still paying for it though. I feel so bad but I got him a nice crumpler so we're even. Sort of. ^__^

My uncompleted take on love

2005-10-28T01:44:00.000+08:00

I have tons of projects to do and I am pooped exhausted wasted from an entire day of procrastination but inspiration hits and I'm back to jot it all down in case it turns out to be one of the rare intelligent moments in my life.

TRUE LOVE?

Cliche and over-discussed but a favorite question prevalent on the minds of all young love seeking teens. How true is true, and how deep must the attraction or emotional attachment be before it is considered LOVE, as opposed to just like?

Ideally, of course, love should be an intense affection and deep emotional attachment for a person you care most about on this earth. However, it would be ridiculous to have your scope of assessment include every single person on this earth, so let's just confine it to people already within your social circle, whom you know by name and whom you already have sufficient verbal (or physical if you like) discourse with to know at a more than superficial level.

Even so, how many of us actually enter and remain in a relationship based on the concept of true love? I used to entertain such an idealistic take on relationships back in my early teens when I was deliriously envious of couples who parade down orchard road arm in arm and stopping ever so often to whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears. Now, after too much time in Uni and seeing a multitude of couples form and break, I'm beginning to have second thoughts about the 'love' that's excessively being professed.

It's not so much placing a label like 'fickle' or 'amoral' on people who enter and exit relationships hastily but wondering whether love in its purest form still has a place in today's hectic society. Often, relationships happen as a result of pride, convenience or desperation. Pride because you want to feel wanted and just want to have a pretty lady on your ego. (I am assuming I am talking to men here because men are evil.) Convenience because the woman happened to be tripping all over you trying to catch your attention, and if she happens to be decent looking enough, why not? And desperation because, well, there's a limit to how long each one of us can tahan singlehood before wanting to settle down for a stable predictable family life to enjoy our old age.

Let's examine a ficticious case study to prove my point. Assume that you had a girlfriend with whom you had sworn to love and protect and marry but were eventually dumped against your wishes. However, you still believe that you love her and you won't ever find another girl you can love more than her. You would -

1) Wallow in self pity and wail and cry but decide to wait indefinitely for her anyway. After all, she is the only person you will ever love this deeply. Perhaps one day she might break up with her new boyfriend and you might stand a chance to get back together. You will only give up when she gets married.

2) Feel sad for a while but brace yourself together again. You decide to fall for the next girl that comes along who displays sufficient interest in you and seems like a decent enough catch. After all, statistics show that couples who break up have almost zilch chance of getting back together so why waste your time on improbability?

Experience tells me that most people go for the second option, which is convenience and practicality. If you ponder on it closely enough, it does seem a little wrong, doesn't it? How can you just forget so easily a girl that you previously swore to love and protect? Does breaking up take away the love that you had for her? Is it that easy to unlove a person that was once your most important motivation in life? Yet, it seems like the most obvious and natural choice.

If you go for option 1, congratulations, you are majorly deeply crazily in love. You are also stupid retarded and very likely to get heartbroken at the end of this long painful ordeal.

Actually I have plenty more points to make but my thoughts are running much faster than I can type. I'm also typing much faster than my fingers can move. That's why I have to end my essay unedited here. *Yawn* Nitez all.

2005-10-26T23:56:00.000+08:00

I thought one of the postmen ripped my parcel because it's been 3 freaking weeks and Meng had not yet received the lovely things I sent him...

but..... before I could delve in a long bitchy post about irresponsible Ammie postmen...

WHOOPEE my parcel arrived today!!!!!!!

Woohoo!!! Now Meng has a cool new bag to flaunt, a funky new t shirt from Paris to don and plenty of new stationery to use! And I am the happiest of all!! Because now Meng will be so touched and perhaps he will buy me a brand new laptop for my birthday!

The anti climax to Meng's ecstatic and pleased email, though -

"By the way, does the bag come with any instructions?"

T__T

Men just want sex

2005-10-22T21:51:00.000+08:00

I've recently been exposed to a lot of theories about men's contant obsession with sex and the likes. The most documented one would the Ladder Theory that Hana told me about, which basically states that all men just want to have sex with every woman in their life, but in varying degrees.

For convenience's sake, I shall just summarize the crux of the theory here.

The ladder represents the female subset of the man's social circle, and each member has a specific rank on the ladder, according to how badly the man wants to screw her, and can be broadly classified into the following categories.

1. The women he really wants to lay, but are highly inaccesible.
2. The women he likes.
3. The women he would fuck when he's drunk and would admit to doing it later.
4. The women he would fuck when he's drunk but completely deny it afterwards.

That was a particularly traumatizing realization because after reading about it, I started regarding all the guys I knew with suspicion and for a few days afterwards I couldn't look any of my male friends straight in the eye. Of course, after a while, I realized it was just plain silly and instead of worrying myself sick, I should just carry out my own wild fantasies of this sort when around them too, just to even things out. You know, an eye for an eye but with an extra contact lens - cast me a lead role in your craziest fantasy and watch me do much worse.

Another astounding discovery I made is that ALL men masturbate. Like, on a regular basis. One guy told me this piece of information and I've had it confirmed with a couple of close friends, and they swear it's true. The men among my scant readers, tell me now - is this true?! Or are the men I hang out with just plain horny?

Having said all that, I've been classified by some BBC test as largely male, which makes one wonder, what was I really thinking those times I was sitting in the canteen beside that cute (or not so cute) guy and randomly bursting into little fits of giggles?

Beauty isn't skin deep

2005-10-19T21:27:00.000+08:00

I'm re-posting this because I want to remind myself that ugly people don't have a right to be pretty. It sucks but that's the way the globe spins and no amount of lamenting or complaining is gonna change anything.

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The sweetest thing anyone ever said to me happened when I was shopping for a prom dress and lamenting over the phone to a friend how utterly broke I was and how it was senseless to spend so much on one short night of glamour anyway so I was just going to wear a borrowed dress and let other people bask in the limelight.

Moments later, he texted me and said, "In any case, I think you'll look gorgeous on prom day. You're beautiful inside."

Coming from a person I deeply respected and admired, and few people can impress me that way, I was immensely touched. He's not even vaguely romantically connected to me, but has been a very sweet and dependable big brother figure in my life, especially through my upper secondary school days.

Now looking back, I wonder what that really meant. Not that I doubted his sincerity (I can be really nice when I'm not bad), he is not one who speaks to please, but I wonder about the place of inner beauty vs surface beauty in a world increasingly being governed by images and aestheticism.

I'm not going to defend the importance of inner beauty because we all know that's bullcrap and if you still believe that inner beauty can conquer the lack of external beauty you're either highly deluded bordering on retardedness or you are one of those beautiful hypocrites.

The importance of being beautiful isn't just a superficial desire, it is a fact. Statistics show that men who are taller and better looking get better pays and the same can be said for women who are generally perceived as better looking. It is human nature to yearn for aesthetic perfection and it is no coincidence that the pop stars who earn megabucks all have looks and figures that induce envy and that more than half the advertisements that grace our TV screens are that of gorgeous models inciting you to spend the bulk of your meagre salary on various beauty enhancement programs and products. You and I probably already know from personal experience that that social outcast shunned by everyone in seconday school and JC is not exactly poster girl material, and probably won't be, even after multiple plastic surgeries. It's harsh, but not untrue, and rather than begrudge this natural tendency of humans to be kinder to the beautiful, it's more practical to accept that this is how the world is going to be run and make the best of whatever physical assets you have been blessed with.

And accept this harsh reality is what these brave women have done.

This show is probably the first local production that shrugs off all the pretence of profound moral values based on virtue, integrity and other outmoded Confuscian morals. It shows a group of women who check into a concentration camp like abode, euphemistically dubbed "Villa Wellness", and undergo laborous physical exercise to shed off excess pounds in their pursuit of beauty in all its slimness. If this isn't proof that we are past pretending that our love of beauty is a shallow obsession that only the most unrefined of us indulge in, I don't know what is.

Of course, there are these drama serials with Cinderella plots that have touching storylines about how even the commonest of girls can find true love in a rich and charming man. I recall this particular series that was wildly popular a couple of years back, where a girl, exceptionally common and poor, and supposedly very plain looking, managed to capture the attention of the only son of some obnoxiously opulent tycoon who managed to see past all her surface imperfections and undignified social standing and fell in love with her cheerful pleasant personality.

Very inspiring, but guess who they got to play the female lead.

This woman is supposed to be poor, uncouth and unpretty?

I think my ego has just taken a nose dive into the Straits of Malacca.

I'm not saying that superficial beauty has no place in today's society. But very often a man will only attempt to know a girl better and get acquainted with her inner beauty only after he is satisfied with her outward appearance. More often than not, slight character flaws can often be overlooked and ignored if a person has sufficient superficial charms.

I am 100% GIRL

2005-10-19T00:52:00.000+08:00

I realize that the BBC survey I took a couple of days back must be screwed because I examined myself thoroughly today and I'm convinced that I'm as girl as can be. For one thing, I don't have an obtrusive piece of flesh protruding from below my belly button and I have boobs. The kind that pop out from your chest area and produce obvious vibrations when you care to push them a little.

So anway, I've devised what I believe is a more accurate test for dissatisfied surveyees.

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Professorette Kai Lin's Test of Feminity

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1. Pitch of voice (10 points)

The Test:

1) Yell as loud as you can into a tuning fork. If you don't have one, any random kitchen fork will work as well.
2) Note the frequency of vibrations of the tuning fork.*

* To know how to measure frequency of vibrations, refer to your lower secondary physics textbooks. Refer to the sections about measuring time taken for 20 oscillations and dividing that time by 20 yada yada.

If you

a) do not notice any visible vibrations, score 10 points. You speak at a reasonably high frequency to qualify as a feminine female.

b) observe anything else, score 0.

c) have no idea how to measure oscillations, score 10 for dumbassness.

The Reasoning:

The frequency of voice definitely accounts for feminity. That's why men's voices break when they attain a certain age of puberty - the deep gruffy voice they suddenly acquire is a statement of their manhood and masculinity.

Some men tell me they have been yelling their hearts out at a variety of tuning forks but still observe no vibration. Well, in that case, I only have three words for you - YOU FREAKIN' SISSY.

2) Boobies (20 points)

The Test

For this section, you only need to know your bra cup size. If you don't already know, or have been deluding yourself with mountains of tissue stuffed under your boobs or ultra maximizers, here's how you can find out.

The sizes should fall within the following range in increasing order - AA, A, B, C, D, E, F. Anything larger, I HATE YOU, go jump off a tree.

You start off with 20 points and minus marks according to the following.

a) Cup B - Congratulations, you are the perfect size and you don't have to subtract any points. Score 20 for this section and move on.

b) Cup A - Subtract 5 points.

c) Cup AA - I seriously hope, if you are a girl doing this test, that you haven't yet hit puberty. Subtract 10 points.

d) Cup C and above - For every cup size above B, subtract 5 additional points in increasing rank of size. Go into the negative if necessary.

The Reasoning

Part of the contributing factors of feminity is a woman's allure to men. Since men like boobs, it makes sense that boobies should be a criterion in determining a woman's feminity.

From experience and some extensive research, Cup B boobies are the most comfortable for men, at least in Singapore. They are the perfect size for oogling and fondling and whatever men love to do with boobs and they are not too large to obstruct grace of movement or get in the way when you want to get down and dirty.

3) Height (10 points)

The Test

You need a ruler, obviously. A very long one.

Again, you start with the full 10 points and subtract points according to the following scale.

a) If you stand at 160 cm - you get the full marks.

b) For every cm deviating from the ideal 160 cm, subtract 1 point.

The Reasoning

Height is a very important attraction factor for women. Women who are too tall intimidate, because men in general like to feel superior to their female counterparts and a physical advantage makes them feel better about themselves and consequently about you from whom they derive this sense of supremacy. On the other hand, women who are too short usually lack the slim sensual figure that drives men wild.

The perfect height to be, is of course 160 cm at which a woman can achieve the ideal balance between elegance of shape and giving men a good feeling about you.

4) Length of hair (10 points)

The Test

Stand upright facing a mirror and let your hair hang loosely and naturally with no artificial support in the form of hairpins, hairbands etc. Look straight ahead (which, if you care to calculate using some simple laws of physics, should be directly at the reflection of your eye, assuming your mirror is huge and rests perpendicular to the ground) and observe where the average strand of hair, discounting the fringe, falls.

Start with 10 points and subtract points according to the following scale.

a) Hair is touching the shoulders and is starting to curl a little along the shoulders - Retain your full marks.

b) For every 1 cm deviating from this ideal lenth, deduct 1 point.

The Reasoning

The hair of a woman is usually considered a secondary sex organ because studies have shown that the way a woman wears her hair can increase or decrease her sex appeal. Men love playing with a girls' hair and keeping it at the right length and the right style can greatly increase your feminine appeal.

Men enjoy running their fingers through a girl's long flowy hair and short hair creates an abrupt stop to this pleasing sensation and that is like libido murder. On the other hand, hair that is too long can be rather obstructive when you engage in certain bedroom activities. Bikini wax exists for a reason, and a very good one would be that men do not want hair at that level.

Now, total up your score and multiply it by 2 to get your percentage feminity. A score of 0 means you are man through and through while a score of 100 would make you a complete woman. Hope you enjoyed the test! ^__^

A little sisterly outing

2005-10-17T02:14:00.000+08:00

Three of us made an excursion down to Tampines Mall to catch Tim Burton's "Corpse Bride" today and being the trigger-happy person, I happily snapped down a few happy moments to commemorate this rare sisterly affair.

I couldn't capture the 3 of us together partly because there's only so far I can stretch my arms for self-shots and a little because NumberFour was throwing a bit of a tantrum on the bus home.

In case you're wondering, that's me with the glasses. The geek look is in, and I'm not one to fall behind in fashion trends. Geeks rule.

If you're wondering about the little pink logo at the corner of my pictures, yes I like to do that in case I get famous some day, you know, maybe as the Hippest Geekess in Singapore or something, and people want autographed pictures of me and I don't have time to sign all those pictures one by one.

Pink because pink is my real life colour. Now you know a little more about the real me. Cheers.

Man I am not, Girl I am

2005-10-16T02:32:00.001+08:00

I knew there had to be a reason why I was always with the boys, bio-ing chiobus in the canteen and participating in their chauvinistic pasttime of grading every single girl that exists in the faculty, and ranking them according to various physical factors such as their looks, physique and seh etc.

According to this supposedly very reliable test (only because it's hosted on BBC.co.uk), I'm actually really very much a man.

Hahahaha. I wonder if this means I should start reorienting my sexual preferences now. Hmm.

Head of Concrete

2005-10-15T17:53:00.001+08:00

Sometimes I really wonder if Darwin made a mistake with his theory of evolution. I mean, I've spent more than 3 years of my life in what is supposedly our country's most prestigious educational institution but I can't exactly say I've seen the most brilliant of minds here. At least I hope for the sake of my beloved nation these aren't the best our country's got.

During Japanese role play class today, our tutor, let's call her Dr Xia, wanted to put up pictures containing help words for our role play on both the front and the back of the class so that we can conduct the activites more easily. She came prepared with an armful of small round magnets, the kind you probably last saw in your lower primary vocabulary classes, and attached multiple pieces of paper with juvenile stick figure drawings onto the white board at the front of the class by means of her magnets. Then, realizing that the back of the class was barricaded by a line of students and she couldn't reach it easily, she passed a sheet of paper and a magnet to a student so that she could them up on the back of the class.

There would have been absolutely nothing wrong with that except that the back wall of our class was made of stone cold CONCRETE. The student asked to perform this task gave her a puzzled look but probably decided that a tutor with a PhD degree must know better and proceeded to place the piece of paper on the wall and actually attempted to attach it to the wall with the magnet. There was absolutely NO REACTION from the magnet, of course, I would have kowtowed the tutor if anything of that sort happened. Dr Xia then walked over, puzzled and attemped this feat herself. When she finally realized that the wall was not being cooperative, she used a couple of pieces of post-its to attach the paper to the wall.

That's not even the best part.

Halfway through the lesson, the post-its gave way, which isn't surprising since they are intentionally made with an inferior bonding mechanism, and a couple of students rushed to save the poor piece of paper. Dr Xia also came over and tried for the SECOND TIME, unsuccessfully to attach the paper with a magnet to the wall.

I mean, it really doesn't take a genius with a copious amount of education to know that concrete is not magnetic. By this time, I was already guffawing out loud (which I seriously hope doesn't affect my class participation marks) because the sight of a PhD holder attempting to stick a piece of A4 paper onto a concrete wall with a magnet was simply hilarious. And she had to do it TWICE.

The only consolation I have is that the tutor is a PRC national and the student who attempted this impossible feat is a Hong Kong citizen. Still, with all these talk about foreign talent, I wonder if they are really all that the gahmen wants us to believe.

Brand New Slate

2005-10-15T16:43:00.000+08:00

A brand new slate, a fresh beginning. Hello bloggerland!