being in a school like glion.
where everyone has to be at least of the upper middle class
in order to afford coming to this expensive school
in this bleedingly expensive country
of an expensive continent.
you learn to scope out your friends.

your learn how to gage whether they are:
upper middle class (me...i suspect only)
lower upper class
uppper class
or F***ING RICH

apart from the clothes:
non-branded cotton cheapskate clothes (me)
Guess Lacoste
or D&G LV Gucci Chanel

sometimes it's really difficult to seperate the "spoiled rich kids"
from the "sensible F***ING RICH kids"

because one flaunts his money in the casino, club
clothes, bag, chicks
and the other one keeps his status a secret.

usually their "status" slips during conversations.
me: so why are you in this school?
them: i'm planning to take over my grandfather's hotel.
me: acting like it's the most common thing in the world of course. of course... isn't that everyone's plan?

sometimes it doesn't work.
so we start asking questions like
"how much did you spends last night?"
and judge from their expressions accompanying their answers.

the most common question asked is
"so... what does your dad do?"

the other day Andy(someone i would group in upper class or maybe higher) asked me

andy:So what does your father do?
me:Oh i guess he does chemical engineering.
Andy:...so he makes likes the Powerpuff Girls.
Me: Yes Andy, that's EXACTLY what he does.

and that's not the end of it.
Later on we met Joyce (somewhere right smack in the middle between Andy and my aocial standings)

Joyce: So what does your dad do?
Me: Oh he does chemical engineering. He creates things like the Powerpuff Girls.
Joyce: ....... really? cos i really like that show.

A CHEMICAL ENGINEER DOES NOT CREATE THE POWERPUFF GIRLS!
A CARTOONIST DOES

God seems to think that at the age of 21
i would like something which he has not given me-
the attention of guys/men.

well dear god.
i have lived without it for so long
and i'm pretty satisfied.
please take it back
(with the exception of the the attention of my bf...
please give me all he has)

ANYWAYS.
it's like they can see this blinking HEEEUUUGE neon sign
hovering above my head saying :
21!LEGAL IN MOST COUNTRIES

you're probably thinking
"don't be silly zyun"
nooo, i'm not being silly.
the other day as i was waiting for my bus.
this car stopped in front of me cos of the red right
and all the guys in the car poked their heads our and waved and say some stuff
i don't know what cos it was probably french and cos i was listening to my ipod.

and today in the hotel
this regular guest brought his friends back
he kept smiling at me
even the last time
i thought you know
i'm new and he's so nice prolly cos he knows i'm new
and doesn't want me to feel insecure and scared.
then he says to me
"you know we come here because of you"

i was like
*awww *nervouse laugh* thank you..."
and he said that again.
and again.
and i backed away slowly....

and there was this old african guy
with old i mean like 30 +
i'm only 21 i'm allowed to call you guys old.
anyway he said
"where're you from? you look good."
i was just like
'*nervous laugh* must be that south east asian sun... you know....'

it's so CREEPY.
it's not like your regular guy on the bus
"hey i would like to get to know you"
or your regular ah beng strolling up and saying
"eh...wanna be my stead anot?"

it's OLDER WORKING MEN.
it's out of my league.

i receieved 20 over birthday messages on facebook

from loadsof people i didnt expect to get one from.

i'm so touched *does lip trembling face*



but because of this sucky connection,

it will now take me a year to reply all of them

which means that by the time i'm done...

i'll have to start all over again



at 21.

the only thing i feel different.

is that i seem to have lost a little bit MORE of my imagination.

so here i am to share with you someone else who seems to have a lack of imaginaion

(NO OFFENSE)



Mr. Fraser Brunner

he is the guy who designed the Merlion

for those of you who don't know what the Merlion is.

it's basically the mascot of Singapore

for those of you who don't know what Mascot or Singapore is...

you may now dig a hole and put your head in it.



ANYWAYS.

it's this imaginary creature with the head of a lion

to represent Singapore also know a Singapure ALSO knowns as "lion city"

(for the lion city story you need to check it yourself online)



and the tail of a fish

supposed to represent the fact that Singapore used to be a fishing village



SO being an imaginary creature, it has to be created from IMAGINATION right?

i mean you wouldn't IMAGINE a horse and call it a deercow.

cos you know... kinda like head of a deer and legs of a cow.



so why the hell are we calling a SEAL a merlion?

and a new blog skin
i thought that it was time for a change.
...
cos i got bored of the old one.

anyways, here's how i spent my new years:
with shaun and wayne in a dingy pool arcade.

it wasn't bad.
but it wasn't great either
we did have a jolly good time...

anyways i'm back in switzerland
and geneva is freaking freezing.
i currently live alone in this apartment.
there are like a couple of old people living on the first floor
that's about it.

i have to cook my own food!
yeah shocking i know
but then again i dont' have any other choice.
i'm proud to say that
no, i've not have self inflicted diarrhea or anything like that yet

the only complaint i DO have about living here so far is that it's so freaking cold INSIDE the house
the heating system is like non existant.
unless you stick yourself to the heaters.
(which i did have to resort to on certain occasions)

and there's that whole issue of me turning 21.
okay
i'm gonna grow up this year
so you MAY wish me happy 21st birthday
i will be grown up about it and accept your wishes gratefully.

i shall change and become a well mannered young woman...


so... how does it work...?
am i supposed to shout it or something...?
how do you initiate the change?!?
is there a button?? WHERE IS IT?!?