The weekend

So we did dress up that night. I think it went perfectly fine as far as kicking ourselves out of our wardrobe comfort zone was concerned. The party,however, was just a totally weird mashup of all sorts of themes though. We had the usual circle of people playing drinking games, though I thought starting right at the beginning of the party was a bit premature. We had the people sitting down to play Playstation...they brought the monitor and everything to the hotel. The host and her besties were all dressed up in tiny dresses, too, and yet we were asked to take part in a game of Twister. The host strangely didn't seem to want us to know she had a new boyfriend (who was around) and we ended up leaving fairly early after witnessing a bizarre downing of some JD and champagne straight from the bottle that lacked the ease of someone who's genuinely into doing these things every Saturday night. She just seemed a wee bit too determined to prove several different things to several different groups of friends.

The next day, without having fully gotten sufficient 'me time', I agreed to spend the day with my man showing his friends from uni around. I'll have to write about that next time. But rest assured, I have more to say. Most important of which is: The Cheong Fatt Tze mansion is a complete rip off. They suck. I totally don't recommend that place. There are lots of more awesome things to do on this island and many more things depicting the actual 'heritage' that are more worth seeing than that crummy place staffed by very anal people who are just trying to get more money from you at every turn and they're not even smooth about it..it was all just so crass and *shudder* Some of the things the tour guide said were even so twisted and unrepresentative of the rest of us locals that even our friend visiting from KL felt compelled to turn to the Eastern European couple next to us and tell them the stupid tour guide speaks for herself.

Time to go get dressed for what will probably be something for me to blog about next.

Marketing

Sigh. So much for trying to lose all that weight. I've been feeling good about myself that I've finally lost some weight and my clothes are back to fitting me properly. I'm not keeping up with as much exercise now that I'm bogged down with so many classes and so much studying to do. But I'm making sure I don't put back on what I've only just lost.

But yesterday, I got the rudest smack in tha face. My student's Mum told me that I look like I've put on weight. WTH?! Here I am so happy that I've just lost some more weight and she's telling me I look fat?! Then it all came out. The reason I sometimes dislike marketers. That would be the sometimes when they try to seel you things you don't really need.

She'd just started working with one of those healthcare/wellness/Chinese medicine whatever companies. The last time we spoke at length, she was trying to tell me that I should buy whatever Chinese medicine and herbs or whatever through her or something. I suppose the blank look on my face while she rattled off all the names gave away the fact that I'm not into that stuff. Now she tells me my tummy looks bloated and is trying to sell me all those enzyme thingies and detox whatevers. Eww. While the idea of all that detox stuff is nice, I just don't quite feel all that comfortable with taking all these additional things of which I haven't quite been convinced are safe let alone beneficial.

Week 2

Okay this is up a bit late. But all the same. I guess I'm getting a little more accustomed to my now pretty hectic schedule. Then again it could be because MY MAN IS BACK! It does make things seem a lot better. He's been awesome and the fact that he went to such lengths to surprise me when he got back early was just...*swoon* However, there's this annoying little fly buzzing around my ear (ok, translate: annoying girl sort of fb stalking him) that's giving me that feeling in my gut. I admit, it hasn't gotten to the point where I can make a proper claim. But seriously. What do girls do when our feminine intuition tells us something but if we were to tell our male counterparts so early on before their inferior (at such things) radars pick anything up, they'll probably think we're psycho, possessive, mean, insecure, etc. etc.? Grrr =.= I just wanna bitchslap that girl and tell her to bugger off.
Another feeling in my gut: my work is going to be like a 10 car pileup if I don't stop obsessing over such things and get back to work. Ok, more like get started on work.
Nerdying it is.

Changing-growing-joining the herd?

In any relationship, be it with family, friends or your significant other; some kind of compromise is always required. Putting up with parents, cutting your friends some slack or trying to plase and get along better with your boyfriend or girlfriend. So where are the lines between growing as a person, being amiable, allowing someone to change you for the better or just plain giving up too much of who you really are just for them?
When it recently became apparent how much of a goody-two-shoes a friend's man really is, I think I felt enough outrage for both my friend and I combined. It wasn't so much that he was a goody-two-shoes himself but more that he seemed to be forcing one of my partners in crime into becoming a super holy goody-two-shoes, too, without seeming to consider that he should probably be the one who needs to loosen up a wee bit. I mean seriously, I know I sound a bit idealistic when I say this but come on, not every single bit of physical contact/excitement/show of affection is a slippery slope to erm...morally questionable acts. The other thing that worried me was that my friend seemed all too happy to be someone far more repressed than she really is just to conform with what Mr. GTS wants. It worried me that she seems to be becoming one of those people who make the whole world seem perfect and have picture perfect families (we all know how that usually turns out on tv) and one day I might not even hear of her troubles, regardless of how minute, let alone be there to help her anymore. Now that is a slippery slope that scares me.
But the more I thought about it, the more I wondered. Was I, in fact, the one holding her back from growing as a person? So what if she wanted to shed a bit of her wilder side? But then again, I still very much felt a little alarmed by how easy it seemed for her to morph into what Mr. GTS felt was more appropriate. Is it too simplistic to think that well, if you find someone inappropriate, then they're not the appropriate one for you?
I still can't figure it out. Am I being the concerned friend or am I being the one who isn't allowing her friend to grow? I'm still trying to keep an open mind about it and see it both ways. And the scariest bit is what if this is exactly what happens everytime my man and I get into a huge fight when he's 'done wrong' according to me or when he diplomatically tells me that something I do bothers him?