Food for thought.

The methodology of choosing the right relationships can be paralleled to the act of conscientiously masticating food. But before that, you usually decide to eat something that looks initially appetizing; a fried rice meal will most probably look more mouth-watering when placed on china than on a box of Styrofoam, and an ordinary piece of chocolate will most likely draw gastronomic attention if the outside packaging looks elegant and expensive. In this sense, first impressions do count. In a world where a man’s perception is limited to his five senses, it may seem crucial for the opposite sex to extort his physical weaknesses (for women who seek sex), or to fulfill his long list of nearly impossible requirements (for women who seek pure love). Inevitably, and sadly, this causes some women to feel horrible, dejected and unimportant, and puts the world into chaos and unfairness. The famous line “Can you imagine a world without men?  No crime and lots of happy fat women” may hold some truth to it if we are to blame men for being so abjectly egocentric, selfish, and vain.

However, it is indubitable – taking my viewpoint into consideration – that she will catch the attention of a man if she’s already got the assets. A nice pair in front and at the back will surely stimulate and catalyze interest; accompanied by a pretty face, an hour-glass figure, a nice dress and a suitable cornucopia of flattering embellishments, a casual walk around the mall will definitely have some male eyes glued to her from all directions, and cause some female eyes to scorching-ly stare with utter jealousy. Well, one cannot deny that women, too, look for the lean, sexy man, with a nicely styled hair, a pretty boyish pimple-free face, and that tall, inverted pyramid statute. Nevertheless, it is known that men, in their natural environment, are more psychologically influenced by what their senses can simply perceive.

For food, what looks good outside usually tastes good inside. But for human beings, it may not necessarily be so. A beautiful lady with perfect almond-shaped nostrils may have the most abhorrent and disgusting personality or the most vilifying mannerisms ever known to mankind, while a woman with a godforsaken face and a godforsaken figure may have most wonderful heart and soul a man can ever have. After the examination and retrospection of a woman’s physicality, he may either continue to know her more or simply dismiss the idea of getting to know even just her name. After all, he’s just a man; he’s not programmed to initially see through a woman’s heart and soul, nor he is designed to resist temptation looking at beautiful beings and ignoring the not-so-beautiful ones. “The first time you buy a house you see how pretty the paint is and buy it.  The second time you look to see if the basement has termites. It’s the same with men,” says Lupe Velez.

That said; this manly behavior is pernicious to all fragile, sensitive, and vacillating womanly emotions. But sometimes, it just can’t be helped. Perhaps it is this manly frailty that has driven me to be so finicky, so particular and selective – like a hard-to-please, ancient university admissions officer, or simply someone like Simon Cowell. It was only a few years ago when I ditched my girlfriend not because I didn’t love her anymore, but because of the countless rumors that had stained the image I had of her. It was a mistake on my part when I conceded and allowed myself to be twisted and manipulated by them, but it was a bigger mistake to have left without knowing the truth. Well, I do not desire for another relationship yet, because I want to be more careful about whom I choose, but the burning desire for me to find the right someone has been building up quite immensely inside this encapsulated heart. Like any other guy, I long for the good-looking, nice, well-rounded girl, although recent events around me have made me realize that nobody is perfect (maybe except for Scarlett Johannson, ha ha). And who am I to set standards when I myself am equally frail and weak and imperfect as everybody else?

Everybody wants good food; in parallel with this, every man wants to be with a wonderful woman. But it all boils down to how each individual male sets his definition of the word wonderful. To me, I still am very much influenced by the stereotypical nice-face-and-hot-figure idea of  woman, but I’m pretty sure that time and the future course of events will shape (or even change) these ideals. After all,  there is no rush for a girlfriend yet. But if ever she comes pretty soon, I’ll make sure that I’m going to love her for who she is. And I hope that she will love me just the same.

Voulez-vous manger?

I don’t really miss SJI independent, but I do miss the canteen there.

Because, number one, the food generally tastes nice. Number two, there is a wider variety of food available. Number three, the canteen is HUGE and there is plenty of space to eat while lying down, or while you’re doing a pile of homework, or while you messing and gaying around with your classmates, provided that no H.O.L.s are around. And most importantly, for scholars like me, number four, the food is cheaper.

The canteen in my new school kinda sucks, not because the food is bad – it’s just mediocre, but it’s not bad – i like some of the food stuff actually – but because the space is too small. I feel like a hungry chicken stuck in the middle of all other chickens in a chicken coop. Back in any other school canteen I had been, I never experienced the need to ask people to move their asses for me to maneuver my own ass in a labyrinth of tangerine and lemon-colored chairs and rectangular tables in order to find a decent place to sit down and do my lunch ritual. Three hungry schools (the baby IB, the very Singaporean secondary, and the all-expatriate elementary) are jam-packed inside one campus, fighting for seats and tables every recess and lunch time.

And because the food is expensive.

But like any other sjii student, i still <3 my school.