Mills’ Bar Room Brawl

It has been quite sometime now since i blogged. Apologies to all.

It seems to me that i still attract the wrong sorts. In the past, my closest friends told me to take my miss congeniality persona down a notch (or five!) just so to stop unwanted male attention at work.

I thought it was true, so i stopped from being chirpy and perky all the time. Instead, i just nodded and walked away whenever i see a familiar face. It’s not really my style, but sometimes the attention i received turned too ugly (everyone knows how square an engineer could get, so in the minds of these highly intelligent people, my chatting with them in the cafeteria means i am already married to them and they can do whatever they please!) so this is my last resort.

Still…i don’t think that changes anything.

Last week a married engineer came to my department, just to say HI. I was embarrased, because everyone knows he’s married and number two, it was so obvious he was there for me. He had no business there anyways.

And 2 seconds after he left, i ran to Andrea and asked, “What the hell am i doing wrong? Must i wear a sign in my forehead ‘Married-Men-Need-Not-Apply?”

To my surprise, Andrea went on to say that it’s because i’m stylish. In the sense that i put on some reasonable make-up and i do wear those big cool earrings that set me apart and prolly send out signals that i’m in heat!

Ok…the next time i want to know how to avoid men, i’ll send her a telegram.

In the meantime, I didn’t think that was the case. I stopped wearing makeup and dressed up to work 3 months ago when i was hibernating/recuperating from a heartbreak, that didn’t stop the attention at all. I only started waking up 20 minutes earlier everyday so i have time to put on some makeup about a month back.

FYI, i’m me again…:)

Back to the subject.

By tea break i still couldn’t figure out what i was doing wrong so i announced to Andrea, “You know what? I’m just gonna get married-lah”

Gasped, she said “You mean you’re gonna get married because you don’t want any unwanted male attention?”

I nodded.

Carina, my cube mate chipped in “Well, that’s one wrong reason to get married”.

Andrea took my arm, looked me in the eye, and said “Can i have your life?”

I laughed so loud, i hurt my sides that day.

You see, i’ll be honest with you. I am far from HOT, GORGEOUS or BEAUTIFUL. Don’t mind Alvin Ilang, i know he said those things because he thought that’s what i wanna hear. These other engineers who think i’m hot should look at me in the mornings, before all the make-ups and lip butter work their magic on me.

The only thing i want from these males in my work place are substance and knowledge.

Talk to me about Greek mythology. About Keats and Eliot. Maybe about why Pluto was demoted from being a planet to a mere dwarf planet.

My brain can take it. It has the capacity.

Except maybe about math. I suck at math.

Anyways, i started reading again. I remember i used to love Flowers in the Attic by VC Andrews, so i bought one copy from Borders last Sunday for keepsake.

I have also been writing poetry. They’re not half bad, if i say so myself. Two of my poems were published in the Star newspaper a while back.

I am happy. I’m in a Tabula Rasa state of mind.