“Hey Marcus, you free tomorrow? Want to have lunch at yew tee?”

This is the second time that my friend has asked me out for lunch. Well, it is rather impromptu because I was rather drowsy in my sleep, but I after checking my recent calls page, I knew I wasn’t dreaming at all. I was procrastinating a little, but lunch at YEW TEE will do no harm won’t it. Cheap and not so bad I guess. So I decided to have lunch. Was trying to drag another friend down because we all are primary school classmates but he’s rather unsure. Oh well. Another shocker again. Thought that I could relax after being busy.

Seriously, before I had my girl with me, I am so shy that my head stoops low whenever I see girls. Or if so, I might just have no eye contact with anyone of them. NOT AT ALL. Apparently because my looks are rather shitty in the first place. Come on. I have pimple scars everywhere on my face. They look like potholes on the roads of Pulau Ubin. I have only a double-eyelid on one of my eye (which makes one eye bigger and the other, obviously, tinier) and I have ugly teeth. So crooked, that it makes me look like a psycho killer when I grin. Wonder how my girl loved me. Haha. Don’t worry. I’m not questioning her love for me.

As time flies so swiftly, I came to understand the fact that I shouldn’t lie low all the time. Because, after all, girls are humans. I couldn’t possible present myself in such a way that when people look at me, they knew I had no background. So I had to stand up for myself in everything I do. All in the name of my family indeed. But I’m not using this presentation for myself to get girls, but in other words, to at least let people know that I’m not someone who cowardly hides behind someone’s back, waiting for him/her to speak up for me. Ugly is not the problem. It’s esteem.

Now and then, I have to deal with women at work, and I couldn’t use my old self to deal with that. They are one type of species that seems hard to deal with. So with a low faced human being handling the problem, nah, can’t do that. Bringing up my own esteem was quite a hard task to do. But I must really thank my girl, because, she’s a female after all, and because of her, I believe I gave myself more reasons to improve myself. For that, thank you darling. =)

I wanna rise today, and change this world.

Pic of the Day: Dream Big, Win Big. =)

Different Faces

Weird I feel. But then it’s just a mistaken identity. Not like I have the terror face of some JI leader that escaped from the Whitley Road Detention Center. Well, apparently I was out with Muq and Colin at the Cathay when they both entered concurrently into Adidas. Then I entered. While the both of them walked passed the salesmen, the salesmen just gave them a smile. Then when I was trying to catch up with the both of them, the salesmen stared at me, then went bowing a little and greeted me with a reasonably loud “Welcome!”.

Shocked as I may seem, I went a little speechless, but warmly thanked him for that “welcoming” greeting. Well, not that I like to talk about it, but because of the way I dressed that day, perhaps I may look like a Japanese tourist. Not with the floral batik shirt that make me look like a Chan Brother’s Travel tour guide, but with some patterned Nike shirt with black berms and white slippers. Well, at least I’m proud to say that I have some mixed genes. Haha.

Then at Denise’s Wine Shop, where David is working, his colleague actually thought that Zainal looked like French, when he’s obviously, Muslim. It’s funny when he’s described as a French, but I wouldn’t be surprised because he studied French in the past. I almost laughed my ass off when Zainal gave her a clue which was “A place where there’s a lot of sand.” And then she went -

“THAILAND.”

Oh my. How on Earth will that happen la. LOL.

So it was a last meet up with Muqsit today for prata as he is leaving in the early morning tomorrow for Brunei. 9 Months is long, but in a blink of an eye, he will be back in no time. Really. It’s just another NS thing. But going there with the kind of pay he’s getting, how I wished I was the one going as well, so that I can have enough money for myself and my family. =)

Back to the “exotic” looks, I would say that my bunch of friends just have that “maybe-not-so-Singaporean” face. Look at David. He’s from Taiwan and he looks like Jesus. Look at Zainal. He’s Aladdin when people says he look like French Fries. Look at Muqsit. He’s a Boyan and he looks like a modern Singaporean Malay. But given all of their good looks, it’s not surprising that girls will like them. Haha. Unlike me.

Well, I guess some people are born to have the good looks and stuff. But somehow, the book doesn’t have to be judged by it’s cover. And that’s only for all to see. What’s beneath it is somehow for you to discover. =). Oh well. Time to nap. Swimming tomorrow. Alone. LOL.

Pic of the Day: Does it really matter how you look like? =|