Right after I post a hiatus notice too. :S

Warning: This is a very long, angry and venting post. Do not proceed if you have had a happy day.

It’s 3.42am in Brisbane now. I’m having trouble sleeping from the sheer amount of food, sodas and alcohol in my system.

I came home from work around 6.30ish, was called to a friend’s place for my not-really-surprising farewell party (it gets old after a while but hey, I’m not complaining. As long as there is food and people who loves me!). 11pm I returned home. Packed a few of my remaining stuffs and then got ready for bed. But right after showering I got a message on my phone saying someone is on the way to pick me up to my another not-very-surprising farewell party.

Apparently I’m super human and I don’t need sleep at all.

There was just one little hitch about the whole thing though. When I got annoyed at one of the comments. Some of my Asian ‘friends’ were invited to the party based on the mutual understanding that they know me.

“You’re getting snobbish!” one of these Asian ‘friends’ pulled me aside when we had chance. “You hardly hang out with us anymore. Now you’re moving, wah, leaving us and don’t care about us anymore!”

I nearly blew up there and then. Why do international student, very notably Asian international students ALWAYS ask me this question and then end up calling me a snob?

For example, I know a rumour started by a Filipina ‘friend’ that claims I am now too good to be a Pinay. Apparently because I am, quote,  “dating a white man, her group of friends are whites, her closest friends are whites” unquote, to the point that I forgot my roots and even started speaking English to ‘fellow Filipinos’. Unbeknownst to that little missus, I’m not even Filipino. I’m MALAYSIAN. So how the hell do you expect me to speak Tagalog? So I look like a Filipina, but I’m not one! Spreading rumours about me without even knowing me that well…when I confronted her about it, she flustered an excuse.

“No no, that is not what I meant at all. I saying that maybe you should make an effort to make friends with Asian people also.”

Make an effort eh? Let me break it down to you:

I have Asian friends. And no, I don’t speak Tagalog to any of them. I’m great friends with a lot of Asian people. However, she must have been referring to certain Asian people. Most of these ‘certain Asian people’ does not work. Their only duty and worries here is to study. And have fun at the sides. Mummy and daddy send pocket money every month. So they are not worried about money. Their main concern when waking up in the morning is what to wear with what, and which shoes.

My concern in the morning if that I worked enough hours this week to cover my bills.

After a while, their habit of just constantly wanting to party, wanting to flirt with guys, shallowly trying very hard to snag themselves a white male (that rumour starter included) and pestering me to introduce them to my ‘white male friends’, I just slowly drift away from them because it all became too creepy. Plus, work and study schedule did not permit me to spend a lot of time having fun. So we just drifted apart.

As for my white friends…I don’t even have a special preferences to them. They understand my dilemma because most of them are also working and paying their own way to Uni. They can do this because unlike us they don’t have 20 hours restrictions. So we understand when we only can meet up over lunch for an hour. Or for an early breakfast before classes. Or just simply hang out before we go to work and such.

I didn’t set out to have a white boyfriend. I didn’t set out to even be in a relationship. And look, initially I wasn’t even remotely interested in Hero. It just so happen that fate played it’s part and here I am and here he is. It has worked out for the best for us. And pray tell me, why condemn me for dating a white man when that condemner has made it obvious that she wouldn’t even consider dating Asian, and prefers white male? What, so Asian men are not good enough for her now?

What is wrong with you people sometimes? Some crap white supremacy going on in your head, and then you spread libel about someone who have what you want to have?

This is a strong info to some of you who fall into that category who reads this blog:

For your information, I work. Read that. WORK. Why? Because unlike some spoilt Asian kids who blow their parents money on partying and trying too hard to be in the ‘in’ crowd, I don’t get pocket money from my parents. Nada. Nil. Zilch. When Hero was posted to oversee a project in Cairns, he had a breakdown. I had to immediately fly to Cairns to be with him. The flight was paid out of my own pocket…I’ve saved the money for 2 months with lots of hard work and in one day it disappeared because my man needed me. If you have never tasted how painful it is to have your treasure chest dug out, no matter how pitiful the amount…I did it in a flash without thinking about it because this is the man that has always, ALWAYS been there for me.

My parents are not stingy. They are not humans who don’t care. It’s just because I’m 23. and at this age I refuse to have my parents give me money. At this age it should be the other way round. I’m not freakin’ 16 anymore. I’m not even sure if my parents are actually able to afford sending me pocket money every month all the way from Malaysia.

Aside from helping me foot the bill for my bachelor degree tuition fees I don’t think it’s fair to be asking my parents money for rent, bills, food, booze, drugs, shoes, dresses, whatever tickles your fancies. When I decided to do my Masters, I also decided to pay my way through it. My parents will not give me a single cent for me to do it because it is not necessary for me to do Masters and since it’s my choice I’ll bear the consequences.

So while you kids are being sent money every month by doting parents, I’m working my butt off every week to make ends meet. My rent and food are paid from my own pocket and at the end of the week there won’t be much left.

Get it?

I’m pretty sure NONE OF YOU spoilt Asian kids all your time abroad have ever felt the despair of having your last $5 on you until the next payday. Especially during exam time when you have to take off to study, and that results in significantly lower work hours per week. What can you buy in here for $5? What will you do if that happens? Swipe daddy’s gold Visa?

And the reason I don’t go out with you guys is because after a while it become plain creepy and embarrassing when suddenly everyone try to compete on who is the loudest, the drunkest, the whatever-est and trying very hard to get attention from white males. Also plainly, I just don’t go out clubbings and such with girls, no matter what nationalities they are. If I go clubbing, my main point is to have a good time, to dance and be merry NOT to flirt and hike my skirt up. And that is why I prefer clubbing with guy friends I trust (and Hero-approved) instead. That way, no creepy people bothers me and I can concentrate on having a good time.

I attend parties that are thrown in my honour because…well, because they are thrown in my honour. Obviously. How weird will it be to have a party about me without me being there? (Unless you guys are rejoicing my move, that is. :P) If a party is hosted by someone else or a group of people for me, then they’re the one who pay for the expenses, not me. In fact, the only parties I attended this year was my birthday parties and now my farewell parties. It just look like I have too many different parties when really it’s because I have many different group of friends that doesn’t necessarily hang out with each other! GET IT?

So if you invite me to go clubbing where I have to foot the bill, of course I won’t be able to come even if I want to. If you invite me out to dinner where I have to pay for my own dinner in a restaurant, I can cook and make my own dinner thank you very much. If you invite me out shopping..that pretty much is useless.

I’m sorry my frugality is making any one of you feel abandoned. But if that’s the case kindly ask your parents to send me pocket money too so I’m free to party hard with you guys.

“Buy a car lor…” some of you say. Yeah, and what will I pay the rego, insurance and petrol with? Pubic hairs?

“Wow, your room is so small. Why you move from bigger place to smaller place?!?” Because the smaller place is evidently cheaper!

“Aiyo, ask your boyfriend help you pay lor…easy what!” Hero is not my ATM machine. Sure, he spoils me too much and he’s one of the reason why I can survive for so long on my own but I don’t deliberately ask boyfriend for money. If that was my raison d’etre it would have been much easier for me to get a sugar daddy. By the way, that boyfriend you’re dating who always seems to give you money? Remember that he’s also getting pocket money from his parents and everytime you go overboard he have to bail you out? Geddit?

In case this point is not drummed up into anyone’s head yet…

My new room in Gold Coast will be filled with all secondhand stuffs that is kindly donated from other people. My bed will be from Hero, straight out of the guest room. My table and chairs are extras from my new housemate. My table lamp is Hero’s. Some of the other furniture and room fixtures are donated by our mutual friends who are moving interstate and just want to get rid of their stuffs. Heck, even my bookends are donated from Lars from when he moved house. I’m being lent a whole freaking wardrobe by my new housemate until I can save enough money to get my own. My boss asked me if I wanted a set of small brush and dusting pan and of course I took it. Last semesters, I even got a whole set of pens, pencils, highlighters, files and folders and holy shiznit loads of writing pads courtesy of friends who are moving/finishing uni. One of my blankets are even giveaways. Some of my baking equipments were also donated by others. Same case: they were going to move but didn’t want to bring things with them.

So there you go, I am an indirect beggar and an unofficial trash can.

Most of the things I do that seems luxurious are free, just because of connections and friends. My lawyer was free. My accountant was free. Courtesy of my boss. My nails that you guys go oohs and aahs everytime are free. I get my makeups at rockbottom prices because of certain people.

I’m getting a bit pissed off now so maybe I should go to bed…

1. It’s finally for real! I AM freaking moving to the Gold Coast!

2. I’m now officially sick of chocolates and wines because all my farewell parties futures this two staples of my life. It just goes to show how well people know me, but please…can we have apples and veggies for the next farewell party?

3. And immediately some horrible goons are already planning to have a housewarming party at my new pad. You guys wish!

4. I’m a passionate cook/baker/kitchen haunter but I think the one thing I will never attempt is to make my own bread or bread rolls. No explanation.

5. Moving means the ability to buy proper groceries again. Actually no. Because Hero and I are planning to merge finances for groceries bills, it means I can actually go proper-grocery-shopping and do-proper-cooking and at least eat-proper-food.

6. I still have my job. It means coomuting at least once a week for 2 hours back and forth just to go to work. But at least it’s just once a week. And I still get free breads. That’s all that matters to a glutton.

7. And that said I am announcing a hiatus until I’m properly settled and my internet line is set up at my new pad.

8. Damn, I’m so happy.

9. Did I tell you guys I’m deliriously happy?

10. No seriously, did I?

11. So again, to emphasis, I am VERY happy.
12. Now this is just because I prefer even numbers.

The Mad Penguin, over and out!

And how did Hero scored?  

103 As a 1930s husband, I am Very Superior Take the test!

[Read Part 1]

Call me biased. But honestly, I didn’t cheat on this.

Some of the interesting statements.

Brings guests home for meals without warning wife. Hero doesn’t do this but I do wonder why this rattles us women. Is it because we don’t want to be known as incompetent in the kitchen? Hero hardly brings guest in for surprise meals. If he ends up coming home with someone else he usually tell me ahead to delay dinner.

Calls “Where is..?” without first hunting the object. He doesn’t do this, but this statement strongly reminds me of my father, hahaha! He irritates my mum a lot by doing this.

Good humored in the morning. It’s too amazing. I guess this is one reason why I’m not a grumpy riser anymore. It’s hard to frown at someone who smiles at you in the morning.

Helps wife with dishes, caring for children, scrubbing. Yes, yes, yes. Not with the children part though cos we don’t have any. But there are times when he cleans up before I wake up on weekends (he’s an earlier riser) and clean up so that I wake up to a clean house. and if I cook, he cleans. If I do the laundry (meaning to say, load the washing machine, pour the detergent and let the washing machine wash), he’ll hang the washings to dry. Oh, and I suppose it’s because I iron and fold too.

Eats whatever is served without grumbling or criticism. I love him too damn much for this. I think he’d gobble without much complaint even if I serve burnt steak.

Frequently compliments wife re looks, cooking, housekeeping, etc. How freaking lucky can one be? He always compliments me in private but I nearly died of flattery when he proudly told his dad on Christmas that I was a good cook (when his dad teased him about his widening waistlines).

Surprises wife occasionally with candy, flowers, gifts. YES! Do you see why, for the first time ever, I’m madly in love with someone? My surprises have a lot to do with chocolate though. Like the one time I fall asleep in the car while we stop to re-fuel. I woke up when the car moved again, just to find a bag of chocolate balls on my lap. He had picked it up for me while he paid for the gas. Chocolate ice creams. Wines.

Willing to go shopping with wife. HAHAHAHAHAHA! HAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA! Now, if he do this he’ll be too perfect and that’ll just be too scary.

All in all I think this is a good quiz…it makes you find out how you yourself operates, and some of the statements there makes you realize and appreciate your significant other more.

68 As a 1930s wife, I am Superior Take the test!

Hahaha, so I qualify as 1930s wife!

I first read about this quiz from Tina’s blog. What a coincidence because just this weekend, Hero, P and I were laughing our butt off about the “Good Wife Guide”. It’s purportedly a page from a Home Economics textbook of 1955 educating women on how to be a perfect wife to your husband. It is not known whether this publication really existed, or if it’s just a joke.  But among some of the suggestions we laughed out loud on was about putting ribbons on your hair before your husband comes home from work.

Ribbons!

However, in case some of you are offended with the 1950s version, here is a modern, more reasonable version of The Good Wife Guide. I personally have no qualms following this version.

We have yet to find out a textbook on how to be a perfect husband. :p

So it was with a lot of tongue-in-cheek notion that I took the quiz, although I’m not surprised by my result at all. (But it would have been funnier if the result was the opposite).

I was raised in an Asian surroundings deep in patriarchal culture. Although I was raised more to be a career woman, and was expected to be one, what I witness around me and how my mother carry herself will undoubtedly rub on to me.

Here are some of the statements that I find intriguing or even amusing.

Corrects husband’s speech or actions before others. I’d say that everyone should refrain on doing this, whether it is to your significant other or to your friends. I think it’s not just exclusive to romantic relationships, it applies to any relationships. No one likes to be chastised openly, especially not me. If I don’t like it done to me then I try not to do it to other people.

Doesn’t want to get up to prepare breakfast. Growing up, our breakfast have always been made out of mum’s own hand and effort. There were only very, very few times where she had been bedridden and unable to get up from bed to make breakfast. Even when I offered to swap the breakfast duty once a month so that mum can sleep in, she refused. It’s her idea that showing her love means feeding her family good food in the morning. I’ve never made breakfast for any of my boyfriends before. But I did with Hero. Though strictly it’s not breakfast cos he’s not a breakfast man. I wake up early to pack him lunch instead.

Fails to wash top of milk bottle before opening it. This one confuses me. Is this a normal practice? Cos I never do it and is wondering why one should…

Goes to bed with curlers on her hair or much face cream. Ugh…going to bed to me means sleeping. I’ve seen this on TV, where the wife goes to bed with heavy curlers and heavy face cream. How ugly. I’m vain so I will never subject myself to this. In fact, I don’t really allow Hero to see how I transform myself from an ogre to a human. People say don’t reveal your beauty secrets to your spouse…when they know the secrets you cease to be interesting. Fact or urban legend? Who knows.

Lets husband sleep late on Sundays and holidays. Mum lets dad do this, though dad never seem to sleep or wake up late anyway. I let Hero do this but for him ‘sleeping in’ means waking up at 7am. He’s an early riser. He annoys me sometimes by waking up so early when I want a sleep-in. it’s hard for me to go back to sleep again if I’ve woken up…especially when I see that the sun is up! I’m the one who’s more likely to sleep in.

Opens husband’s personal mail. (For husband: “Opens his wife’s mail.”) Never, ever, ever. This is one of my pet peeves. One of my ex boyfriends took the liberty of opening my mail and I hated it. Even my parents leave my mail alone. So again, if I don’t like it done to me, I don’t do it to others. I leave his mail alone, he leaves mine alone. We open our mails in front of each other anyway. We only open neutral mails under each others name (bills, insurance and such). Besides, he’ll shove his mails to me after reading it anyway. Why? Cos he needs me to 1) file it up or 2) throw it away if the information is not useful to any of us or 3) put a mark on his calendar if it says anything about a date. Yup, he acquired a personal assistant, secretary, cook and financial manager when he dated me. Men are so lucky sometimes.

Personally puts children to bed. Mum did this to us, so I will definitely do it. Heck, I personally put the dogs to bed—hug them and coo over them—so why wouldn’t I do the same to my kids??

Puts her cold feet on husband at night to warm them I’m sure this one made me lose point. Biologically, men’s body temperature are higher than that of females. That is why men’s body seems to be warmer than females. So what if I do this? What purpose does men serves in bed otherwise?

[1930s Part 2: And Apparently He's Very Superior!]

We’ve all has established that my life is not interesting but humour me today will ya? It’s raining outside on MY FIRST FREAKING OFF DAY and I’m a bit pissed!

Not that I’m pissed about having an off day, noooo. But I’m pissed about the rain on my off day. If only I knew I had an off day today! My boss told me early this morning that I was to have an off day so that he can let the trainee do their first trial on their own. I whooped. I got out of bed and did a penguin butt-jig. I parted my curtains with much drama and fanfare…

…and saw that it was raining heavily.

Spewing!

So what am I supposed to do on my off day? Stay at home all day? Argh!

Truthfully though, this post doesn’t have much purpose. I have nothing interesting to relay. So far.

Nothing much has been happening. Unless you find it interesting if I talk about me moving house, terrorising Hero with threats of shopping (which he have moaned and complained to half of his colleagues, who share his misery, and who us girlfriends find moaning-for-nothing) and work stress.

I’m sure you don’t want to hear about any of those.

I’ve been sleeping and eating constantly and only remembering that I’m supposed to be a loving girlfriend on weekends (such is the sin of sloth and gluttony) and then working everyday til I can feel my back break (not really).

On food

As you know, I’m one of the people who are continuously eating it’s not even funny. The only reason I haven’t blown up to diabolical proportion is my addiction to constant movement. This is one of my favourite lunch. It looks a bit yucky because of my non-existent camera skills but trust me, it’s gooooood. Potato salad. That’s the official name anyway. The unofficial name will be potato-carrot-peas-onion-hotdog salad. In sauce. Yuummmm.

On trying to find replacements

The matter of showing prospective future tenant my room, and stressing to them yet again if they are NOT student, I will NOT consider them renting the room. I don’t think a working person should take advantage of a cheap room near a university for their own selfish reason. Sure, it’s a bit discriminatory preferring only students to live in this house, but to be fair if you have a steady job you can afford more rent. I don’t care if you call me unfair, I know how a student live and feel, especially when you’re juggling studies and work at the same time!

How I want to scream at these people. The worst is if they lie to me. You can’t really tell if a person is a student or not from email or phone. And the moment they arrive on my doorstep, I have mutated into this evil lady that asks for a student ID before I even waste my time showing my room. Some of them even go to great lengths to lie about leaving their ID at home. Oh yeah? Then come back here with it!

On Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Another uninteresting news is that I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows this week. What a disappointment. Why do I feel like this book was kinda rushed and just written just to finish off the story? I like Harry Potter books but heck, I would say that was one thick book that clearly shows a waste of dead trees. I’m so annoyed at it but anyway, it’s done so it’s done.

On Going to the lawyers

Hero and I have finally went to see our separate lawyers together. When people heard of that they assume we are taking the next step, which amused me a lot. Especially when they find out we’re having different lawyers! We didn’t see lawyers for ‘our’ or ‘us’ reasons. We saw lawyers for separate and personal reasons but just thought of bringing the other along so that we don’t have to re-explain things to each other. It’s our habit of telling each other every single thing that happens to us, and explaining legal things are not our best strength.

So no, it was nothing about going the next step and definitely not about signing a prenup. I have nothing on me that is worth a prenup anyway. My stash of chocolates, maybe. But then again, Hero bought that so that’s out of the point really, isn’t it?

On our trip to the museum!

Hero and I went to the museum last sunday, after my meeting with my lawyer. We thought about it on Saturday, after watching Night at The Museum. I thought it would be a simple in-and-out trip cos I didn’t think there were lots to see in the museum. How wrong I was! We ended up spending almost 2 hours there, oohing and aahing at dinosaurs (him), gemstones (me), old warplanes and old cars (him), marine life (me), the great white shark trying to eat a dolphin (him), a samurai armour (me), arachnoids (ABSOLUTELY me) and the aboriginals heritage.

It was cute to see an adult man like Hero gaping at dinosaurs and crocs. Men are really still boys deep down inside.

“Baby, look, that’s a T-rex (as if I don’t know!). Ah, that’s a triceratops (seriously man, I grew up with a brother, ok?). Pterodactyl!”

You’d have thought I was dragging a 5 year old boy. :p

On arachnoids. (Arachnids? Arachninoids?)

We passed a glass box with a donation bowl inside, surrounded by toy spiders and fake cobwebs. There was a sign that says “help us feed the spiders” though there were no instructions how to do so. Forgive my skepticism but how exactly are they planning to feed the spiders with the donations? It looks like it has never been emptied before. I see no point in the whole exercise.

I’m fascinated with spiders. Mom hates them because of their cobweb but why should she anyway? I’m the one entrusted with the chore of cleaning out cobwebs from crevices almost every other weekend! I usually try to have them scuttle off before I do the cleaning–I try hard not to kill spiders. Hero found this about me when he found me on all fours in the bathroom…in my towel. I was trying to shoo off a big spider with the tip of a toilet paper roll. It was sitting (climbing?) directly in between the hinges of the shower door. If I open the shower door, it will be crushed. Sane argument would say that the spider would move away anyway if it felt the door moving but what are the chances? Cos I’ve been trying to budge it with the toilet rolls and it won’t budge. It stood there stubbornly as if I, the human, am the one invading his territory.

Hero mistakenly thought I was scared of spiders. “Here baby, I’ll get it for you.” he said as he made a move to kill. I shrieked, shocking him to confusion. I ended up staying in my towelled-state until the spider deem it has caused the smelly human-in-great-need-of-shower enough pain (and coldness) and moved away.

I even have a model tarantula skeleton at home that glows in the dark. It came with those old Bugs magazines. They use to have one fragment of bone for each issue, so I painstakingly made sure I collected them all. I lived in a small town by then and no bookstore in town carry the magazine so I made my father buy it everytime he goes to the neighbouring city. Then when you get them all you assemble your tarantula. I was mighty proud of it. Before, my brother did the same with their edition of Dinosaurs magazines. We got a model T-rex skeleton out of it. Tarantula is still there but we have no idea where Rexy went off to.

And I’m not sure where I’m going with all this

The point of this post is to have you suffer bad, pointless writing as I’m suffering a bad day.

K bai.

This is for those of you who ask me constantly how the heck I ended up losing 8kg within this time I was here.

This is the reason.

You’d think that being surrounded with food day in and day out will make you blow up to even huger proportions?

Wrong!

Because after 6 hours everyday of inhaling the smell of doughs, breads, savoury and sweet food, all you want to do at the end of the day is just go home and eat a fruit salad.

Yup. Food gets pretty old after a while if you work in a bakery!

(Yes, yes, I’m a late player)

1. Which do you dislike the most, pop-up ads all over your screen or spam e-mails?

Pop-up ads…because I see them without it being much of my choice! As for spam, they goes into a different mailbox and I only look at them once a week to check if they are no wayward, legit mails lost in the Spam box.

2. When your plate has different foods on it do you usually mix all the foods together, keep them all separate, or do you combine only certain foods?

Keep them all separate. I’m a compartmentalized kind of person.

3. Have you ever snooped in your significant others things? How does it feel?

There is no chance to. Everything he owns is out in the open for me to see everyday anyway. He even show and share his erm, decidedly very adult  magazines to me. I know most of our mutual friends have to hide theirs from their girlfriends/wives (why? they’re adults!). I’m grieved that my generous and very sharing Hero choose to decline my offer to share my IKEA and Avon catalogues with him. However, I can see a very positive response when it comes to Victoria’s Secrets catalogues. It even goes mysteriously missing now and then.

4. Describe your morning ritual to me.

Summer: wake up smiling, put on running gear and go walking or running. Make breakfast and eat happily. Plan my day. Smile all day and laugh at everything—people think I’m borderline insane.

Winter: wake up. Groggy. Look at clock. 8am. Snooze 15 million times. Look at clock again. Oh, 11am? Go back to sleep. Jerk awake again. Holy crap! Must go to afternoon shift! Cry at the prospect of leaving warm bed and blanket. Contemplate calling in sick. Decide against it. Weigh pros and cons of showering. Contemplate calling in sick. Bang pots and pans to make breakfast…uh, I mean, lunch. Contemplate calling in REALLY sick. Like terminal cancer from chocolate overload or something. Curse the weather. Curse winter.  Go to work. Count hours until bedtime. Frown all day and snap at everything—people think I’m borderline insane.

There’s no pleasing some folks.

5. You run in to a friend while out shopping. Where are you?

Myer Centre?

6. Would you rather miss the beginning or the end of a movie? If you had to?

I’m not fussed either way.

7. Which is worse? Being in a place that is too loud or too quiet?

Place that is too loud. I get annoyed then. Unless loud means at the clubs! Even nowadays clubs don’t do it for me…

8. Which is worse? Being under age or being over the hill?

Being under age. I have no fond memories of being under 18. How boring life was then.

9. What kind of perfume do you wear?

I don’t. I’m choosy with perfumes. Takes me a long time to decide/replace my last perfume. (In my case, it is now 1.5 years since!)

10. Would you rather change your past or know your future?

Neither. I see my future as a gift from God and accept whatever He decides to give me. You’re not supposed to know what your gift is, whether it’s good or bad or whether you like it or not…but you still have to accept it graciously after the gift-giver put so much thought in it. You just have to wish for the best as you unwrap it. As for my past, I accept them as a blessing and a lesson from Him that I wouldn’t dream of changing. I wouldn’t be the me I am today if not for my past.

Play the game at Yen’s!

I thought this one was right on the spot.

more cat pictures

This is long overdue. This was passed on through emails and MySpace bulletins but I thought I’d do my blog duty and post it here too.

(Translation: I’m too tired to come up with a proper blog entry. Thus this padding. :P)

Anyone who wants to take this up, feel free!

If you have an ipod/mp3 player,put it on shuffle.(Or name 15 random songs.

1. November Rain-Guns N Roses
2. Sweet Child of Mine—Guns N Roses
3. Pink Spider—hide with Spread Beaver
4. Say a little prayer for you—Diana King.
5. Wan Wu Sheng (the Sanskrit version)—Sa Ding Ding
6. It’s Like That—Mariah Carey
7. Rock N Roll Swindle—GLAY
8. Raison d’etre—Dir en grey
9. Chanson Triste—Carla Bruni
10. Ever Free—hide with Spread Beaver
11. Rehab—Amy Winehouse
12. Candy Shop—50 Cent
13. Ghazal Untuk Rabiah—M. Nasir and Jamal Abdillah
14. Makin Aku Cinta—Kris Dayanti & Anang
15. Oh—Ciara

::Why do you like the 1st song?::

It’s the song of my childhood. It came out when I first started primary school. I was around 7 then. Kids my age then wasn’t into rock and roll yet but I grew up with a musically trendy and cool mother. She was an English teacher in high school and high school student at those times were heavily into Metallica, Guns N Roses, Panthera…all those sorts. Mum used to choose one of the ‘milder’ songs and used it to teach English. This evidently was much more effective than shoving an Enid Blyton books down their throat, obviously because every kid then wanted to know what exactly they were singing about. This song is so popular and so undead I grew up listening to this song here, there and everywhere…since I was 7 up til now. My first reaction at 7 years old, “Holy Cow, what a looooong song!”. My reaction now at 23? “Holy Cow, what a looooong song!” Hahaha! My first reaction on first stepping into Hero’s house? “Holy Cow, a GNR fan!” And I’ve been listening to this song at least 3 times a week since dating Hero. I think this song is destined to follow me til I breathe my last. Not to court bad luck or anything (touch wood!)…I want this song played on my funeral or wake.

::Who does the 2nd song remind you of?::

One of my friend’s son. He is such an adorable kid. Although this song is about a lover, and a female, the song fits that little kid perfectly. He also has blue eyes that reminds me of rain. And, I also want this song played on my funeral/wake.

::Name your favorite lyric from the 3rd song.::

The song is in Japanese. My favourite line is:

toraeta chou no inochi koi kikazu (ignoring pleas of the butterfly) or something along those lines…
kimi wa sora wo niramu (you look up to the sky)
“kizutsuketa no wa nikui kara jya nai (I didn’t hurt you because I hated you)
boku ni wa hane ga naku (I don’t have wings)
ano sora ga takasugita kara…” (and because the sky is so high)

The song is about a spider capturing a butterfly because he wants to use the butterfly wing’s to fly to the sky. The whole song is something about snatching something from someone for your own freedom…which isn’t real freedom anyway. Thus the futility of a spider trying to use a butterfly’s wing to fly to freedom. Er. If I make sense.

::Do you have any special memories attached to the 4th song?::

None in particular. When it came out I just thought it was a cool reggae version of the original song sang by Aretha Franklin.

::Do you relate personally to the 5th song?::

Not really. I just thought it was another cool song. The Sanskrit version of the Chinese one.

::Does/would your grandmother like the 6th song?::

I don’t expect so. She doesn’t understand English. Although I’m pretty sure she will not approve the slightest of the videoclip.

::What did you think when you first heard the 7th song?::

“Oh yeah! Yeah! Yeaaaaaaaah!!” The song title bothered me a bit because I sounded familiar. It sounded like another thing that came from my childhood despite this song being released in 2007. And yup. In the end I was right. Find that out yourself. :P 

::What color does the 8th song remind you of?::

Black. Dark grey. Gothic all around. Hahaha.

::What is the 9th song about?::

No idea. The song is in French. Louis sent it to me and I liked it.

::Does the 10^th song get stuck in your head easily?::

Another song I grew up with. So yup, like song 1 and 2 it’s the song that pops into my head a lot. In addition to that Umbrella…ella…ella thing. Aih.

::Could you play the 11th song for a toddler and not feel guilty?::

Hahahaha! Yes. It will give the toddler a head start on how to avoid rehab. “No, no, no”.

::Is the singer of the 12th song hot?::

Er…50 Cent? No, he’s not hot. The song and his co-singer in this song is hot though.

::What part of your life does the 13th song describe best?::

Er…no part of my life. This song is a desert-nomad kind of song with strong Arabic beats. I can’t connect it in any way to my own life.

::Does the 14th song have a cool video?::

Not cool per se, but the singer is beautiful and her videoclips are usually a feast for the eye.

::How old is the 15th song?::

Erm…2005? I think? Maybe? I’m too lazy to look it up. I heard it in 2005 though, when I was in college. 

::Which of these is your favorite?::

Guns N Roses ‘Sweet Child of Mine’. This song never fails to drive me into a jumpier, happier, more drunken (though I don’t drink til I’m drunk!) mood. In other words, crank this up and I’ll be looking for some wine to down. Or dance. Or sing. Or jump. You get the idea.

::Your least favorite?::

Rehab. I still have this complicated feeling about wanting to listen to this song now and again. My soul needs reprogramming and soulwashing.

::Have any of these made you cry? Which ones? (Be honest!)::

None, actually. None of those are even very sad songs!

::Which is the most personal for you?::

November Rain. Just one note from that piano and I’m back to my 7 year old self.

Random babble: While I wrote this, Amy Winehouse’s Rehab was on the radio. I subconsciously sang along…the whole song. Only after it finished did I realized, horror upon horror, I know all the words and I have no idea why I’m enjoying it. I guess I can’t deny it now…I do like her. Oh no! Help me! Where is Axl Rose when you need him??? *trauma*

Last night was Hero’s and I first year anniversary.

We celebrated by eating a very normal dinner (which even consisted of leftovers), watching very normal Simpsons, me studying and and then going to bed.

Both of us are not the really big deal kind of people to want to make anything out of it.

OR

The real reason is that we’ve already celebrated last weekend. We downed two bottles of wine within the weekend, which is pretty tame of us. The only reason we limited ourselves was because we wanted to save one bottle for the actual day. But alas, wine is very very good + I have exam stress so we decide, heck, what if we celebrate 2-3 days earlier?

Needless to say we spend most of Sunday sleeping our tipsiness off and only waking up at 5pm.

Anniversary dinner was roasted herb chicken. With some leftover vegetables thrown in the mix.

We celebrated with silliness, farting and laughter.

Yes. Farting.

Because you know, we are completely mature adults.

Here’s to a successful one year with VERY minimal drama and here’s to many more years, hopefully also with very minimum dramas.

Happy Anniversary, honey.

Random babble: Can’t find any GNR stuffs on this laptop. Why? Why? Remember I burnt them all to CD just before exam week to free up some space. Too lazy to climb upstairs to the lounge to dig around Hero’s GNR stuffs so settling with Metallica. “And nothing else matteeeeerrrsssss….never care for what they dooooooo….never care for what they knoooooooow-oh! But I knooooooow!”