Uniform Fetish

Caught your attention din't I? Anyways, my lovely missus and I have been debating about this topic, and couldn't quite come to a conclusion. So, we would certainly like to hear views from other people. I have decided to start a lil' test to find out what men think bout girls in uniform. 3 questions need answering:

1) Out of 10 men, how many men would you think get turned on by women in uniform?
2) What type of uniform do men like women dressed in most?
3) Is being turned on by uniform a type of fetish?

I'm afriad only the men's opinion will be taken inthis test (I don't actually think I have any male comments in my blog actually). However, women's views are definately welcomed! Spread the word to all your guy friends: tell them to visit my page and leave comments.

This research will definately benefit me, and all other male homosapiens out there: one small step for me, one big step for "man"kind! =P

PS: (Sarcastic) The picture above has NOTHING to do with swaying the judgements of my fellow male comment contributors. =P

A Not So Original Composition

I ALSO MISS

The look in your eyes which takes my breath away...
The fling of your hair which drives me wild...
The sweet taste of your kiss which freezes the moment...

The fragrance you wear which makes me dreamy...
The gentle touches of your palm on my face when I'm sleepy...
The reassuring hugs you gave me when I needed it most...

The times when you told me I need not say anything...
The moments when we just let our hearts do the talking...
The feelings that words alone cannot express...

Your breath which feels like the cool summer night breeze...
Your voice that brings music to my ears......
Your sincere smile when I make you laugh...

In short, I miss you too...



Chungy
(dedicated to my distant love, but never far from my heart)

A Lame Guide on How to Treat A Girl

Right, I'm on criticism mode today. This information I obtained is courtesey of those simple-minded people in Friendster whom post random posts like these, which usually end with something like, "if you don't post this to another 10 people you will get bad luck in relationships for a month" etc... Here's an example. Somebody posted something about how to treat a girl:

1) Hugs from behind.
2) Grab her hand when you walk next to each other.
3) When standing, wrap your arms around her.
4) Cuddle with her.
5) DONT FORCE HER TO DO ANYTHING.
6) Write little notes.
7) Compliment her honestly.
8) When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.
9) Be super sweet to her.
10) Pick her over ur friends. No matter what. Even if your friends call u a pussy.
11) Comfort her when she cries.
12) Love her with all your heart.
13) Pick her up and flirt with her.
14) Be a gentleman and hold the door for her.

My criticism starts here:

1) Some girls don't like touchy guys, especially in public. Unless right time, abandon idea.
2) Refer to criticism 1. I would use the word "hold" rather than "grab".
3) Refer to criticism 1.
4) Refer to criticism 1. OMG, which cheesy freak worse than me wrote this?
5) DUH! Go back to dating school dude!
6) OMG, whomever wrote this actually went to a dating school? Scrap the notes, get a dating doctor!
7) Choose wisely. Try answering this guys: girl asks, "how do I look in this dress?" If she doesn't look good and you tell truth, be prepared for hell to be unleash upon you - God have mercy on your soul; if she doesn't look good and you tell a lie, other people are going to look at her weirdly, and when she finds out, whose gonna get the blame? Try answering strategically, such as, "I think you look better in that dress." BEWARE: some girls think too much compliment makes them feel that you don't mean it anymore!
8) If you love her, of course you won't want to let go. TIP: keep your eyes closed.
9) (Sarcastic) "no, you should be nasty." I think we should drop the word "super", I smell cheese.
10) If you ever pick your friends over your girlfriend, then I'm sorry to say this but: you're not fit to be in a relationship yet. Spend your time wisely.
11) (Sarcastic) "no, you should leave her alone!" OMG, what happen to common sense?
12) OMG OMG OMG... I give up liao... DUH! x 1,000,000
13) What, drive her to Mid Valley and say "you're so beautiful?" Please, flirt in a charming cool manner. KEY TECHNIQUE: humour guys, its the key to her heart!
14) If holding the door defines being a gentleman... Boy, you've got much to learn.

If handling and managing a relationship is based on 14 points, why are there still broken hearts and tears everywhere? Conclusion: In my opinion, it takes 2 to tango. It's never what a guy should do or what a girl should do. Sometimes, even with all the right moves, it takes the right moment and the right feel with the right people. If there is one thing I've learned all these years: there's no set rules in relationships, you just have to work it out as they come along - and that's where experience comes in.

Though we like making theories and rules don't we? Right Li Ann? =P

Weirdest Dream Ever

Now this is weird. I've had many weird dreams but this one tops it all. Not that its anything especially unusual or significant about it; but it was more like: bizarre, as if the dream itself was trying to tell me something. Before I get started there are a few things I need to clarify to set the scene right:

I stay in a 2 bedroom flat with my sister, sharing a bathroom and a kitchen+living room. We buy most of the grocerries together and we share the cost. Fact: I eat most of the food - me (3/4 of total food) + sister (1/4 of total food) = total grocerries. Here is what I dreamt:

One night, I got really hungry, so I went into kitchen and grabbed whatever food I could find, cooked them, and ate it. While I was chomping away happily watching TV, my sister came back. She walked into the kitchen and was shocked! She screamed, "Chung Fui! You ate all the food!" I was stunned and froze on the spot. As I stare at her, she started breaking down in tears, pulling her hair and shaking her head wildly, saying "I can't believe you ate everything!" I just sat there, din't know how to react, after all, all I did was cooked some food! Next thing I know, she was storming around the kitchen like a crazy mad woman, opening all the closets and drawers searching for food. It doesn't sound like much, but in my dreams, it was rather dramatic and realistic. She cried, "Food... Food... Gone... All GONE!" At that point, I think she has gone insane. Then, I woke up, my body covered in cold sweat... And even guilt too.

To most of you, this must have been a really pointless story. I tend to think, dreams happen for a certain reason: perhaps a recollection of the past? Perhaps a more visual representation of our brain and emotions? Perhaps even a premonition?

I am disturbed. Right, maybe I should start going to the gym more often.

A Change, Hopefully for the Better

I feel like I've evolved again. Last night, I went out clubbing with my friends at Tiger Tiger, but it just din't quite feel the same anymore. I spend all night at the bar, drinking Jack Daniel Coke, thinking, what has changed?

I know one things hasn't changed. I still love loud music with fat beats; I still love dancing; and I love hanging out with my friends. Was it the fact that I'm getting tired of the rebellious life style of going out, having a wild time? Was it the fact that I'm not really up for mass socialising with the crowd? Was it the fact that I no longer pay any interest at the girls in the club because I have a loving girlfriend? Was it the fact that it dawned upon me the horrible amount of money and time I'm actually wasting? I really don't know. After tonight, I just felt, I don't want to go clubbing anymore. Instead, I just feel like settling down in a place where I feel comfortable and feel best being myself.

My close friend Belinda whom I've known since I was 7, met me at Tiger Tiger with his boyfriend, Kim Tat. Mike, (my best mate in UK) and I have tried to persuade them to come for the past week, and we were very glad they came. They however, halfway through the night, found the club a bit boring. A question popped in my head: "do I actually enjoy this? Or am I just rubbing myself in?" As I observe further, they just forgot about the boredom: these 2 lovebirds just kept each other company all through the night. The answer was simple: "I don't like it more than I like it. Now, I'm hanging in the midst, I have no where or no one to sink into for salvation." I need to reform.

This is how I want my life to be: I want a simple uncomplicated straight-forward student life. I go to university everyday except Tuesdays and the weekends. I work as a Japanese chef in the restaurant during weekends, and a waiter on Wednesdays and Fridays. I go for Thai kickboxing every Tuesday and Friday, occasionally once or twice a week to the gym for a few hours, and the "once in a blue moon" trip to the swimming pool. I go for salsa dancing lessons either on Tuesdays or Thursdays depending on when my friends are going. I go to church on Sundays.

I want to come home to my room: chat and spend some time with Valentina, see how she is doing, tell her how much I love her; prepare and cook hot meals for my sister using the skills I've learned so far, eating fattening deserts such as peaches and cream with her while watching TV; spend some time with myself and play computer games, watch DVDs, Japanese anime, read magazines, revise and listen to my collection of music.

I want to go out: go have cheap dim sup at Tai Pan with my close mates for lunch; have dinner at Nandos and catch an early movie; revise together in the library while its still empty until examination period hits everyone and it gets stuffed.

I still don't know what has caused me to change. A sudden realisation? A sign from God? Or have I finally figured out that, maybe I have been living behind a mask I have worn on my face with my own bare hands?

Racism: Still a Major Issue?

Racism in the UK was a big issue 15 years ago: if you're Asian (yellow or black), you can't walk down the streets to Tesco to buy a pint of milk without having ur butt whooped by some racist buggers. 15 years later, it seems situations have settled down quite a bit. In Manchester, the diversified student population meant more than 50% of the city is crowded by "non-white" people. Do we all live in harmony? I don't think so. There is still a level of racism lurking deep down everyone's heart; no matter how nice they treat you, there is always an underlying differencial attitute and views within their personality, dying to burst out.

Here's an example: My sister and I were walking back from church on Sunday, and a car full of young white teenagers drove pass us, stopped their car, and asked us, "excuse me, do you know where I can find some Chinese people?" Obviously a prank; obviously we were offended. Funny though: he asked us in such a serious tone, my sister and I were dumbstruck to think of anything witty to answer back. We just shrugged and said, "nope, I don't know any." After that incident, my sister and I were thinking on how we should've answered something witty and funny, such as:

Racist white teenager: "Excuse me, do you know where I can find some Chinese people?"
Me: "Yeah, sure. If you continue driving eastwards, for about... 10,000km... You will end up in China!"

OR

Racist white teenager: "Excuse me, do you know where I can find some Chinese people?"
Me: (takes out mobile phone and checks phonebook) "Yeah, sure. Who are you looking for?"

The conclusion is: The Brits are naturally one of the most racist people in the world, worse than the Yanks.

My Response to You

MY OTHER HALF

I fell in love: the first time I saw your photograph on Friendster (picture above), those deep dark sexy eyes,
since then, I felt an attraction, a connection between you and me.
I loved u the first time I set my eyes on you, the moment you walked in Starbucks cafe,
since then, I missed you every hour every minute every second of my day.

I took advantage of your birthday to ask you out for a movie.
I watched a scary movie so you could gradually shift yourself closer to me in the cinema.
I paid for lunch just so that I can have a chance to see you again when you buy me lunch.
I collected "bonus points" and "vouchers" just so I can redeem it, to hold your tender hands.

I played Lego with you so I could see your inner child, the beauty in you.
I went to karaoke with you just so I could hear your angelic voice.
I brought you to the library just so we could hav some quiet time together, reading comics.
My mother even locked my passport in my safe, just so can I can spend another precious 2 days with you - which still remains a mystery.

For 2 whole years, I thought I was lost, I thought I could never love again...
You pick me up from the depths of hell, and showed me heaven.
You took every single shard of my broken heart,
and mended it by showering it with love, passion, care and patience.

Although I'm half way across the globe from you,
but what is time and distance compared to our love?
As I walk home from a hard day's work,
I look into the starry night sky, knowing that you're thinking of me, I smile.

Yes, its been a month, but it feels like forever.
I can't wait to fly across the world to see you,
as I walk out of the arrival gate, with you waiting for me, greeting me with the sweetest smile,
I can't wait to embrace you close to me, and kiss your soft tender lips once more, letting our feelings just overflow each other.

I'm no Shakespeare; I'm no Casanova,
I know it's cheesy like hell, but that's my style.
It's not exactly a poem, it's just my way of expressing my feelings to you,
I know you feel the same, as our hearts: they beat as one.

Chungy
(dedicated to my one true love, Valentina)

My Name is...

I never did get a Christian name from my parents. I was never properly baptised (is baptising in the shower by myself considered being baptised?) =P People in UK tend to have problems pronouncing my name: they don't get the fact that - we Chinese people put our surnames/last names in front instead of behind; we don't have middle names.

For instance: Thomas Alva Edison. Surname is Edison. First name is Thomas. Middle name is Alva. People just call him Thomas Edison, missing out the middle name, or even just shorten the first name: Tom Edison. His nickname would be just called Thomas or Tom casually.

My case... Plus millions of oriental people out there: Chong Chung Fui. Surname is Chong. First name Chung Fui. No middle name. People should just call me Chung Fui.

In in the western world, my name becomes: Chung Fui Chong (surname mistakenly moved to the rear) or Chung Chong (thinking my middle name is Fui therefore missing it out). Instead of calling me Chung Fui, they call me Chung. Just plain Chung. My nickname? Well, friends thought Chung was too simple, so they added a "y" at the end, hence I'm known as Chungy now.

This reminds me of an incident back in boarding school biology class. A new teacher was taking register during a new academic year.

Teacher: "Jenny Arlington?"
Jen: "Sir."
Teacher: "John Bulter?"
John: "Yup."
Teacher: " Edward Carlton?"
Ed: "Yes sir!"
Teacher: "Chhh... Chhhuuu... Chhuuueeennn... Chhhiiinnn..."
Me: (slightly awakward) "Yeah..."
Teacher: "How do you pronounce your name?"
Me: "Chung Fui, sir."
Teacher: " Chhhuuueeen Phhhoooey?"
Me: "..."
(A moment of silence)
Teacher: "From today onwards, I'll just call you Trevor."
Me: "..."

For that whole year, I was called Trevor. Not exactly the most favourable Christian name I must say. Now that I'm old enough to make my own decision and choices, anyone have any bright suggestions on what my Christian name should be?