how was your day?

oh yes my day was pretty fine, thank you very much. there's only ONE mid-term to study for this week, and yes that itself is a miracle! i also recently discovered that no, never will i ever have to go for my psychology 111 lectures again, because i got an A on the last mid-term without attending 3/4 of the lectures! woo hooo! talk about time conservation... now i've more time to:

a) watch soccer
b) play soccer
c) read soccer

hmmm, if you're wondering about the last part, allow me to explain myself. a friend of mine just loaned me this book entitled "How Soccer Explains The World: An Unlikely Theory for Globalization " by Franklin Foer. if you haven't read it before, and you love soccer, what are you waiting for? its damn bloody funny. it's about this american trying to understand how soccer has influenced so many facets of the world. check out the chapters: How soccer explains the gangster's paradise, the pornography of sects, the new oligarchs, etc. ok, i haven't really started reading it yet, but i'll do it tonight. no more sleeping tonight i guess =)

hmm feeling strangely euphoric yet upset now. that's because i have been measured, weighed, and found wanting. for some mysterious reason, a friend of mine somehow thinks it is appropriate that i should be constantly compared to other guys. and here are her observations:

1. no, i do not look as good in a shirt as mr tommy does
2. no, i am not as smart as the other singaporean guys here in umich
3. no, i am not as gentlemanly as mr chico (yes, winston, that's you)

now now, i agree that i'm dun look as good as tom(my) cruise, neither am i as intelligent as the other guys. but hey hey, i am pretty upset at being called 'ungentlemanly'. haaa. i always thought i was the yardstick for that! well well, guess i'm wrong then. i'm now accused of not opening doors for women 'properly' (as if there's a proper way!), amongst other ungentlemenly conduct. someone should give me a dummy's guide to being gentlemanly.

aye, now i'm confused. how can women expect me to be gentlemanly to them when they are all gung-ho, rah-rah about feminine rights? (realize that i did not use the f-word, that word that one associates with bra-burning, for fear of accusations of sexism.) so am i supposed to open doors for you, carry your shopping bags for you, yet not offer to walk you home, because you insist that you can take care of yourself and 'dun need a man's protection'? or am i supposed to buy you dinner, yet not be allowed to buy you coffee after the dinner because 'you make your own money too'? girl power. its sumthing i'll never understand. but hey, its not that i'm complaining. a man is more interested in what he cannot fathom. and i certainly cannot figure the female species out.

sometimes i wish i had the powers that mel gibson had in the film "what women want". if you did not watch the film, mel's character was temporarily blessed with the ability to know women's interior monologues. so, assuming i have those powers, i would be able to know what a woman is thinking when i catch her smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. i would be able to deduce what the smile means when i give her a present, whether its "my this is so disgusting. i hope i dun see him again" or"wow this is so cute! i am so seeing him another time!". i would know what my gsi is thinking of when i'm flirting with her to give me a better grade, whether its "haa this boy quite cute i shall give him an A!" or "irritating boy, i cant wait for him to leave!". as a character in the film commented, if a guy knows what a woman is thinking, he will rule the world. hmmm, questions, questions...

i've come to realize the one fact of life. since the dawn of time, men have dedicated their lives to finding out what women want, and women dedicating their lives to telling men what they DON'T want (no, they never do it the straightforward way and tell you what they want, because i think women are fascinated with confused, bewildered men). the ancient cavemen hunted for food, invented fire, fought among each other for domination because, hey, admit it, its the only way to attract the cave girls. medevial europe came about because men seeked power and wealth because, yes, it gave them access to the pretty girls then. hitler apparently started WWII because he had only one testicle and needed to show his male dominance to, yes you've guessed it, attract the hot german girls. many other examples can be easily quoted. i was going to quote examples for the women but decided against it, for fear of backlash. let's just say that it is a universal truth that women never say it straight. its always "let's just be friends" or "this is too fast" or "let's not eat here" or "i don't think this will work". frustrations, frustrations.

aye aye, shall stop rambling for now.