it is that time of the year again. that time when you are on top of the world coz your exams are finally over and yet at the same time you are shitting bricks because you have 3 days to pack your entire room so you could move out of the student village. yes you know what i am talking about.
what a week it has been for me... there are a few things that i truly truly despise. vacuming, laundry and packing are in my top 5. and i had to do all of them. i had tina and rick to help on my last day and we managed to move all my stuff out. it was weird but i actually felt kinda sad when i drove out of student village on sunday. like i miss it already.
staying at tina's for the next 3 weeks. her housemates are nice enough but i dont really see them that often. jason's [one of the housemates] girlfriend kim is going to live in the house too later this week. she seemes quite unhappy that it will be a 6 people house instead of just 5. i detected some sort of annoyance from her but i dont really give a shit about her feelings. tina asked each of her housemates about me staying there and they didnt mind. why should she?... also, went to see jo's new place the other day. it was such a lovely, CLEAN place. very homey. something i didnt have for the past year living with savages. i am absolutely envious ;p
funny how the year has gone by. so many things happened and so many new experiences. since primary school all i wanted is to go to uni, living independantly and freely. it is amazing how life doesnt always turn the way you plan it. i thought ill be one of those people who would party 24/7, have tonnes and tonnes of friends..just like the movies. i did get to uni but the kind of life i thought i wanted actually repulses me now. i have lived with drunks and irresponsible idiots and i totally loathe them. i sometimes wonder which part of it i actually found attractive...
Monday, November 27, 2006
Saturday, November 18, 2006
new and somewhat improved
guess whats different?
i was bored okay??..and i needed to do something other than my assignment that is due during the exam week. it is called procrastinating.
ooo ooooo!!! i can put up my favourite quotationa on my blog! YAY!!! just take a look at the bottom of the page. ill be changing it from time to time (it usually depends on my mood)
changing my blog's layout was an interesting 3 hour process. i wanted to change it for a long time now, especially since shelby told me that my old layout was the same as her ex-boyfriend's. i think she said the first time she read my blog. so it was long long time ago. finally!
thought it would be fun but bloody hell, it was hard work!! i wonder how you arty farty people do it. so many decisions to make. template, colours, fonts, colour of fonts,..the list goes on. it would have been easier if there wasnt any list to choose from. if it had to be something that i had to come up with i would have finished this thing in about 45 minutes.
i didnt like any of the templates and i had about 25 to choose from. this particular layout, called 'the habour' was the last layout i looked at. it was so 'soft' and 'gentle' (very girly)..isnt really me(ironic since i am a girl).but i thought why not do just try it?..do something unpredictable.
so i went with it. kinda like it now. the only downfall is that i couldnt change my old posts' font colours. so it might be a little hard to see the words.
i havent blogged for awhile now. i have a lot to say and i want to share it. a lot is happening and has happened. but i feel so numb. i have no drive or incentive to do anything. i am just floating now..so i ask you to be patient with me and wait till my writing fever returns.
and one more thing..do let me know what you think about my new page. i have no colour coordination and cant really see if it is 'too much'or vice versa..oh please restrict yourself to negative/nasty comments. anyone and everyone can give you nice comments but one can only count on their friends for honest ones.
happy bloggin'!!
i was bored okay??..and i needed to do something other than my assignment that is due during the exam week. it is called procrastinating.
ooo ooooo!!! i can put up my favourite quotationa on my blog! YAY!!! just take a look at the bottom of the page. ill be changing it from time to time (it usually depends on my mood)
changing my blog's layout was an interesting 3 hour process. i wanted to change it for a long time now, especially since shelby told me that my old layout was the same as her ex-boyfriend's. i think she said the first time she read my blog. so it was long long time ago. finally!
thought it would be fun but bloody hell, it was hard work!! i wonder how you arty farty people do it. so many decisions to make. template, colours, fonts, colour of fonts,..the list goes on. it would have been easier if there wasnt any list to choose from. if it had to be something that i had to come up with i would have finished this thing in about 45 minutes.
i didnt like any of the templates and i had about 25 to choose from. this particular layout, called 'the habour' was the last layout i looked at. it was so 'soft' and 'gentle' (very girly)..isnt really me(ironic since i am a girl).but i thought why not do just try it?..do something unpredictable.
so i went with it. kinda like it now. the only downfall is that i couldnt change my old posts' font colours. so it might be a little hard to see the words.
i havent blogged for awhile now. i have a lot to say and i want to share it. a lot is happening and has happened. but i feel so numb. i have no drive or incentive to do anything. i am just floating now..so i ask you to be patient with me and wait till my writing fever returns.
and one more thing..do let me know what you think about my new page. i have no colour coordination and cant really see if it is 'too much'or vice versa..oh please restrict yourself to negative/nasty comments. anyone and everyone can give you nice comments but one can only count on their friends for honest ones.
happy bloggin'!!
Saturday, November 11, 2006
eureka!
i found out the title of the movie. its called "someone like you".
a bit of warning though..its overall a nice, feel good movie (jo, you'll like it) but the girl can get on your nerves. gosh you just wanna slap her [maybe its just me]..pissh pissh AHHH!!!
by the way, hugh jackman is funny and hot in that show..yummy
a bit of warning though..its overall a nice, feel good movie (jo, you'll like it) but the girl can get on your nerves. gosh you just wanna slap her [maybe its just me]..pissh pissh AHHH!!!
by the way, hugh jackman is funny and hot in that show..yummy
after the exams we can have a girly night complete with chips, chocolate and coca-cola to celebrate.WOOHOO!! (im feeling the effects already)
Friday, November 10, 2006
only a man in love will call you beautiful when you are crying all over him
this occured to me during my hourly breaks from my 30 minutes of reading my textbook.
i had this long dicussion with an old pal of mine from school and boy, was he cynical about relationships and love. he said all relantionships are liabilities. (he said other things as well but i cant really remember what). anyway....he was pretty set about it. to a degree i see his point. sometimes pursuing or maintaining a relantionship can be a bother and tiresome. i have seen it happening to people close to me.
on the other hand i have seen great relantionships. my parents' for one. they have been married for almost 30 years and i can see many more to come. i can see some of my friends going the same way. its truly amazing. and deep down, thats what everybody wants in the end.
i dont know..maybe young people nowadays have too high a criteria when looking for a partner. good looks, hot body, well-to-do, popular etc. and this goes for both guys and girls. its not that they dont deserve it, its just that to have a greek god, you will have to look like a greek goddess yourself (and vice versa). and if you dont...guess it would suck big time.
on a different but somewhat related matter, i remembered a scene from a movie that i watched some time back. the female lead is narrating the story. she has had so many failed relantionahips and was being very cynical and bitchy about everyone who claimed being in a secure one. it so happened at that time, she was watching her sister and brother in law arguing about the dumbest things.. so it further convinced her that all men were assholes and all men constantly crave for more than what they already have (and so on and on)
now, the sister is finally pregnant after trying to have a baby for a long time. the sister was just average looking (of course she cant be better looking than the lead..whatever) and her husband was bald at the top with hair sticking out at the sides. just average looking couple. but the female lead was still convinced of her beliefs. she even warned her sister to watch out for her husband.
then tragedy strikes and the sister loses the baby. the lead is there with the sister in the hospital and the sister tries to be brave about it, for her husband's sake. then she shares a story with the lead (younger sister). she said that one night, her husband woke up suddenly, dressed in a hurry and went out in the middle of the night. he came back 2 hours later with a little ' I LOVE NEW YORK' t-shirt for the baby so he would have something to give the baby when 'it' arrives.
in the hospital the sister reaches out for the t-shirt from her bag and starts weeping, not only for her loss but for her husband's as well. when the husband walks into the room, he looks over to his wife (her eyes red and blotchy , her nose running non-stop and her hair all over the place) and says to the lead, "isnt my wife just beautiful?"
when he said it, he was looking at his WIFE, the woman he married, and not at the mother of his child. just the woman. and he really meant it. he didnt try to trivialise the situation or the wife's agony. the husband puts his wife's feelings and pain above his own. and the best part, wife knew he was suffering too. this was his way of being brave about the situation, his way of being brave for his wife. he really shone that day, he was truly her knight in shining armour.
i cant remember the title of the movie, but it is one of my favourite scenes from any show ever..the female lead drops her former convictions and comes up a new one,[the title], and begins to see that some men are really diamonds in the rough, like her brother in law, while some men, though they sparkle and twinkle brightly in the beginning, will eventually lose their luster over time.
i had this long dicussion with an old pal of mine from school and boy, was he cynical about relationships and love. he said all relantionships are liabilities. (he said other things as well but i cant really remember what). anyway....he was pretty set about it. to a degree i see his point. sometimes pursuing or maintaining a relantionship can be a bother and tiresome. i have seen it happening to people close to me.
on the other hand i have seen great relantionships. my parents' for one. they have been married for almost 30 years and i can see many more to come. i can see some of my friends going the same way. its truly amazing. and deep down, thats what everybody wants in the end.
i dont know..maybe young people nowadays have too high a criteria when looking for a partner. good looks, hot body, well-to-do, popular etc. and this goes for both guys and girls. its not that they dont deserve it, its just that to have a greek god, you will have to look like a greek goddess yourself (and vice versa). and if you dont...guess it would suck big time.
on a different but somewhat related matter, i remembered a scene from a movie that i watched some time back. the female lead is narrating the story. she has had so many failed relantionahips and was being very cynical and bitchy about everyone who claimed being in a secure one. it so happened at that time, she was watching her sister and brother in law arguing about the dumbest things.. so it further convinced her that all men were assholes and all men constantly crave for more than what they already have (and so on and on)
now, the sister is finally pregnant after trying to have a baby for a long time. the sister was just average looking (of course she cant be better looking than the lead..whatever) and her husband was bald at the top with hair sticking out at the sides. just average looking couple. but the female lead was still convinced of her beliefs. she even warned her sister to watch out for her husband.
then tragedy strikes and the sister loses the baby. the lead is there with the sister in the hospital and the sister tries to be brave about it, for her husband's sake. then she shares a story with the lead (younger sister). she said that one night, her husband woke up suddenly, dressed in a hurry and went out in the middle of the night. he came back 2 hours later with a little ' I LOVE NEW YORK' t-shirt for the baby so he would have something to give the baby when 'it' arrives.
in the hospital the sister reaches out for the t-shirt from her bag and starts weeping, not only for her loss but for her husband's as well. when the husband walks into the room, he looks over to his wife (her eyes red and blotchy , her nose running non-stop and her hair all over the place) and says to the lead, "isnt my wife just beautiful?"
when he said it, he was looking at his WIFE, the woman he married, and not at the mother of his child. just the woman. and he really meant it. he didnt try to trivialise the situation or the wife's agony. the husband puts his wife's feelings and pain above his own. and the best part, wife knew he was suffering too. this was his way of being brave about the situation, his way of being brave for his wife. he really shone that day, he was truly her knight in shining armour.
i cant remember the title of the movie, but it is one of my favourite scenes from any show ever..the female lead drops her former convictions and comes up a new one,[the title], and begins to see that some men are really diamonds in the rough, like her brother in law, while some men, though they sparkle and twinkle brightly in the beginning, will eventually lose their luster over time.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
useless (but maybe the desired) feedback
tina sent me this URL on a lecturer giving examples of feedbacks previous students have given him "for his teaching" over the years (just like the ones we do at the end of the semester for each lecturer). it is so so so FUNNY!!! highly recommend it. thanks tina.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmtgnEXjvvI
WARNING: may cause sudden loud outbursts of laughter resulting in weird looks from housemates and work colleagues.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmtgnEXjvvI
WARNING: may cause sudden loud outbursts of laughter resulting in weird looks from housemates and work colleagues.
Sunday, November 05, 2006
that nagging feeling
jerry has not been well these past few days. he doesnt seem to want to move much. he hardly swims and constantly sleeps. worst thing of all he is not eating. he hasnt for the past 6 days.he usually gobbles up the food i put for him but he doesnt even bother to look upwards.
i told my flatmate amy about jerry's odd behaviour and she said that her fish did the exact same thing before she died about a month ago. i didnt even know the fish died. not a good thing to say to a pet owner, i can tell you that much.
at the moment he is at the water surface with his mouth open and he is just floating there, not moving a muscle. that one the first signs that a fish usually presents before it dies. he is not even disturbed by the food pellet poking his head. i have not gotten enough sleep this past week because i keep waking up to check on him, to see whether he is floating on top of the water, belly-up.
i have had pets all my life. i have had fishes too. charlie was my first. but jerry is different. i got him early this year because i needed something to distract me from everything shitty that has been happening around me. and he did. he is pretty old and i know he might die soon. but now is not the time. i dont think i can handle anymore losses at the moment.
please dont die jerry
i told my flatmate amy about jerry's odd behaviour and she said that her fish did the exact same thing before she died about a month ago. i didnt even know the fish died. not a good thing to say to a pet owner, i can tell you that much.
at the moment he is at the water surface with his mouth open and he is just floating there, not moving a muscle. that one the first signs that a fish usually presents before it dies. he is not even disturbed by the food pellet poking his head. i have not gotten enough sleep this past week because i keep waking up to check on him, to see whether he is floating on top of the water, belly-up.
i have had pets all my life. i have had fishes too. charlie was my first. but jerry is different. i got him early this year because i needed something to distract me from everything shitty that has been happening around me. and he did. he is pretty old and i know he might die soon. but now is not the time. i dont think i can handle anymore losses at the moment.
please dont die jerry
Tuesday, October 31, 2006
dead brides, black cats and vampires
went to a halloween party last week. knowing the host (and the hostess) i was pretty sure it would not be one of those beer-on-floor, vomit-in-livingroom, heavy metal music, ass grinding-from-strangers kind of party. i was not really keen on going coz i wouldnt know most of the people there but i thought what the heck. so tina and i gave our 'oks' to our hostess.
tricky part to it, i had to dress up. ooo boy. i am not creative, period. i dont have the brain capacity to make my own stuff so i decied to go the lazy-man's way, just buy the damn costume. i refused to be anything cute (yucky-doo) so i decided to go as a vampire. (dracula is so sexy *dreamy look*). tina decided a long time ago to dressup as corpse bride. talk about dedication. she actually studied the picture of the corpse bride (from the movie) and went looking for the specific stuff needed.
i just got a cape. a plastic one at that..
so we got dressed up. had to borrow jo's scarf and had to ask her to bring it to me coz i wasnt going to walk to her flat looking like a vampire. i had makeup on for goodness's sake!!..ive asked her before to come along but she had a prac exam the following monday. i asked her again before leaving my flat and once more i was refused. it was a pity though..jo LOVES dress up parties and she is as dedicated as tina.
so tina and i drove there but it was pretty loud and looked crowded so tina suggested we go for a drive first. that girl..she actually wanted to get something to eat!!. so we went to a drive-thru and i tried to pretend that vampires buy KFC all the time.. on top of that, sitting next to a dead bride complete with dirt stains and plastic flowers stapled to her veil was a common, everyday sight. i could tell that the girl in the window tried really hard not to stare.
so we finally get to the party, and like 10 people were there. where was all the noise coming from?.. the neighbour was also having a party. ahhhh...it was kinda dull but i did meet some new people and i tried to be friendly but some of them just turned their backs to tina and me. so it was just up to us to entertain ourselves. i was chatting with this old school mate of mine and tina disappears on me. i go looking for her and she is outside sitting on a wall in front of the house.why you ask me??... coz the dogs were loose and and walking around(rolling eyes). they werent anywhere near her. after trying to get her in several times, i gave up and i ended up being by myself in the house.
i hear the front door opening and i see jo walk in with her housemate shin min. i turn away after smiling at the familiar face. it took me some time to realise that jo was not suppose to be here. but it WAS her walking through that door. it was the best kind of suprises; to see your friend you wished was there with you actually showing up. weeeeee!!!
the party just got uphill from there. the earlier bunch started dancing in the living room but jo, shim min and i were dancing silly in the kitchen. and i mean real silly. jo came as a cat and shin min..eerr..a showgirl/Willy Wonka i guess. then the music changed...and we conquered the living room. of all nights that i have gone out with my friends this was the only time i brought my camera along.
so i got a lot of random pictures..jo trying to show off her tail, shin min blocking my view with her big hat (unintentionally of course), and me molesting a skeleton, all of us dancing, posing with a rubber snake, jo torturing our friend anthony just by repeatedly shouting out his name...the list goes on.
what a night that was. it s was the first party i have been to with jo and i can tell you, both of us and im sure most of us there had a blast. we definately will try to come up with excuses to throw parties in the future.
[ill try to load the pictures up as soon as i figure out how to]
trick or treat everybody!!
tricky part to it, i had to dress up. ooo boy. i am not creative, period. i dont have the brain capacity to make my own stuff so i decied to go the lazy-man's way, just buy the damn costume. i refused to be anything cute (yucky-doo) so i decided to go as a vampire. (dracula is so sexy *dreamy look*). tina decided a long time ago to dressup as corpse bride. talk about dedication. she actually studied the picture of the corpse bride (from the movie) and went looking for the specific stuff needed.
i just got a cape. a plastic one at that..
so we got dressed up. had to borrow jo's scarf and had to ask her to bring it to me coz i wasnt going to walk to her flat looking like a vampire. i had makeup on for goodness's sake!!..ive asked her before to come along but she had a prac exam the following monday. i asked her again before leaving my flat and once more i was refused. it was a pity though..jo LOVES dress up parties and she is as dedicated as tina.
so tina and i drove there but it was pretty loud and looked crowded so tina suggested we go for a drive first. that girl..she actually wanted to get something to eat!!. so we went to a drive-thru and i tried to pretend that vampires buy KFC all the time.. on top of that, sitting next to a dead bride complete with dirt stains and plastic flowers stapled to her veil was a common, everyday sight. i could tell that the girl in the window tried really hard not to stare.
so we finally get to the party, and like 10 people were there. where was all the noise coming from?.. the neighbour was also having a party. ahhhh...it was kinda dull but i did meet some new people and i tried to be friendly but some of them just turned their backs to tina and me. so it was just up to us to entertain ourselves. i was chatting with this old school mate of mine and tina disappears on me. i go looking for her and she is outside sitting on a wall in front of the house.why you ask me??... coz the dogs were loose and and walking around(rolling eyes). they werent anywhere near her. after trying to get her in several times, i gave up and i ended up being by myself in the house.
i hear the front door opening and i see jo walk in with her housemate shin min. i turn away after smiling at the familiar face. it took me some time to realise that jo was not suppose to be here. but it WAS her walking through that door. it was the best kind of suprises; to see your friend you wished was there with you actually showing up. weeeeee!!!
the party just got uphill from there. the earlier bunch started dancing in the living room but jo, shim min and i were dancing silly in the kitchen. and i mean real silly. jo came as a cat and shin min..eerr..a showgirl/Willy Wonka i guess. then the music changed...and we conquered the living room. of all nights that i have gone out with my friends this was the only time i brought my camera along.
so i got a lot of random pictures..jo trying to show off her tail, shin min blocking my view with her big hat (unintentionally of course), and me molesting a skeleton, all of us dancing, posing with a rubber snake, jo torturing our friend anthony just by repeatedly shouting out his name...the list goes on.
what a night that was. it s was the first party i have been to with jo and i can tell you, both of us and im sure most of us there had a blast. we definately will try to come up with excuses to throw parties in the future.
[ill try to load the pictures up as soon as i figure out how to]
trick or treat everybody!!
Friday, October 20, 2006
party pooper
i ruined what could have been one of the best nights i have had these past few weeks. i almost got into an accident, though nothing happened im feeling the after-effects now.my hands are shaking and my ears have are hot and is the colour of red cherries at the moment.
FYI: my ears turned red when im having a "FUCK! what have i done??!!" attack..
i have always prided myself in being a good driver. not becausei drive well, its because i drive safe. i guess my confidence turned into cocky-ness and what do i get? curses and the middle finger which i completely deserved for putting two lives at risk with my stupidity. i gladly welcome it as it better than getting a friend to get hurt...or worse
so jo, if you are reading this, im sorry for scaring you tonight. we were having such a good time and i spoiled it for both of us. i hope you dont feel unsafe in my car after this and lose faith in me.
drive safe everyone
FYI: my ears turned red when im having a "FUCK! what have i done??!!" attack..
i have always prided myself in being a good driver. not becausei drive well, its because i drive safe. i guess my confidence turned into cocky-ness and what do i get? curses and the middle finger which i completely deserved for putting two lives at risk with my stupidity. i gladly welcome it as it better than getting a friend to get hurt...or worse
so jo, if you are reading this, im sorry for scaring you tonight. we were having such a good time and i spoiled it for both of us. i hope you dont feel unsafe in my car after this and lose faith in me.
drive safe everyone
Saturday, October 07, 2006
time and timing
it has been an interesting fortnight. all though i have been itching to log on and write something in i just didnt have the time. my brother came to visit for a week and we were only home to have the occasional dinner and sleep. the moment we got out of bed, we were out of the flat.
my brother being here was a good and a bad thing. good thing, i got to eat (ALOT). good thing, got to take drives and learn new routes and roads in this 'third world country' state im living in. good thing, i got to know my brother whom i wasnt terribly close to a little better.
the bad stuff...i realised how much i wanted to leave this shithole. i was literally jumping everytime he mentioned moving to perth. this would mean i get to go live with him. after i dropped him off at the airport and i got back to my flat i just didnt feel like going in. bad thing..the possibility of living with my brother when he gets here. my brother is a typical male and had this mentality of "my house, my rule" kinda crap. whatever....bad thing, he has already made it clear that we would have to "share the housework". sharing housework with my brother means it me that will have to do all the housework ( and my sister can affirm this )..bad thing, he smokes. and he plans to do it in the house. this i cannot tolerate. ill kick him out with a saucepan if i have to.
in the end..i still want to move out and go live with my brother.i think we can be pretty good housemates. im really really dying to get out before i lose my mind in this place. i gave up my chance of moving out with jo because of him. we'll see how it goes.
since he was here during my break i spent the last week catching up with all my assignments. seems like it never ending. i have this law critique due this friday and all i have done so far is to stare at it. i dont even know what the assignments wants me to do. thats why i am typing this and not reseaching for information at the moment.
procrastination is my middle name..did i tell you that??
on the topic of time.. 22 years of my life has just passed me by. i spent the last 17 years in classrooms. a friend asked my once what is your earliest memory of yourself and the only images flooding in were pictures of me in my blue uniform. i dont remember our first family dog...the house i was born in..nothing.
what a life i have led. it has been a life of textbooks and competitions to be the best brains. what a lousy and unfulfilling way to spend your life. yes i want to be educated and yes im lucky to have the opportunities to receive it. but as soon as i get out of uni i have to start earning my living.. i dont want to be one of those middle aged women standing at their kitchen sink realising that their lives has just flown passed and there was no way to rewind it. i dont want to miss out.
anyhooo..i really dislike my birthday. i never had my family with me for any of my birthday and seems like it will always be that way. even on the day i was born my father was somewhere across the ocean. he saw me for the first time 2 weeks later. i hope i burfed on him for missing my birth ( not that my mother ever mentioned that i did ).
also something shitty always happens to make me dislike it even more...its a bloody curse. my mother had this huge fight with my dad once and almost left my family..my grandfather and my parents fought like 2 days before and they didnt speak for nearly 4 ( or was it 5?? ) years. it was a regular day this year..i attended my lectures and followed jo to 'multicultural night' held in the student village. my day didnt end as nicely as i would have liked it to but hey...curses never really leave you.
my brother being here was a good and a bad thing. good thing, i got to eat (ALOT). good thing, got to take drives and learn new routes and roads in this 'third world country' state im living in. good thing, i got to know my brother whom i wasnt terribly close to a little better.
the bad stuff...i realised how much i wanted to leave this shithole. i was literally jumping everytime he mentioned moving to perth. this would mean i get to go live with him. after i dropped him off at the airport and i got back to my flat i just didnt feel like going in. bad thing..the possibility of living with my brother when he gets here. my brother is a typical male and had this mentality of "my house, my rule" kinda crap. whatever....bad thing, he has already made it clear that we would have to "share the housework". sharing housework with my brother means it me that will have to do all the housework ( and my sister can affirm this )..bad thing, he smokes. and he plans to do it in the house. this i cannot tolerate. ill kick him out with a saucepan if i have to.
in the end..i still want to move out and go live with my brother.i think we can be pretty good housemates. im really really dying to get out before i lose my mind in this place. i gave up my chance of moving out with jo because of him. we'll see how it goes.
since he was here during my break i spent the last week catching up with all my assignments. seems like it never ending. i have this law critique due this friday and all i have done so far is to stare at it. i dont even know what the assignments wants me to do. thats why i am typing this and not reseaching for information at the moment.
procrastination is my middle name..did i tell you that??
on the topic of time.. 22 years of my life has just passed me by. i spent the last 17 years in classrooms. a friend asked my once what is your earliest memory of yourself and the only images flooding in were pictures of me in my blue uniform. i dont remember our first family dog...the house i was born in..nothing.
what a life i have led. it has been a life of textbooks and competitions to be the best brains. what a lousy and unfulfilling way to spend your life. yes i want to be educated and yes im lucky to have the opportunities to receive it. but as soon as i get out of uni i have to start earning my living.. i dont want to be one of those middle aged women standing at their kitchen sink realising that their lives has just flown passed and there was no way to rewind it. i dont want to miss out.
anyhooo..i really dislike my birthday. i never had my family with me for any of my birthday and seems like it will always be that way. even on the day i was born my father was somewhere across the ocean. he saw me for the first time 2 weeks later. i hope i burfed on him for missing my birth ( not that my mother ever mentioned that i did ).
also something shitty always happens to make me dislike it even more...its a bloody curse. my mother had this huge fight with my dad once and almost left my family..my grandfather and my parents fought like 2 days before and they didnt speak for nearly 4 ( or was it 5?? ) years. it was a regular day this year..i attended my lectures and followed jo to 'multicultural night' held in the student village. my day didnt end as nicely as i would have liked it to but hey...curses never really leave you.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
the art of being together
found an interesting article the other day. thought you might like it ..the wedding bit at the end is so cool!!!!
Don’t Worry, Be Sappy
All that coupley romantic stuff left Audrey Ference cold. And then, one Valentine’s Day …
Some people are built to be sappy. My sister, for instance -- her turn-ons include romantic comedies, diamonds, flowers, snuggling, and babies. An elaborate wedding proposal involving a Jumbotron, an adorable monkey in a tuxedo, and enough carats to restrict normal finger mobility would completely kill with her. If you are one of those people, then this article is not for you.
Everyone else, listen up: When it comes to the lovey-dovey stuff, you are not nearly as punk rock as you pretend to be. Yeah, I know, nobody wants to be in one of those gross couples that makes single people gag, but deep down inside, I bet you like doing some of that touchy-feely junk. Snuggling. Giggling. The occasional sweet nothing. Well, it’s time to own up to it. Stop living a lie. By continuing to deny your mushy side, you’re only hurting yourself. It’s not easy, I know. But I can help, because I did it.
Let me share my coming-out story with you. My personal distaste for the tradition-ally romantic has mostly centered on gifts. There’s something crass about popular images of couples-type giving, a kind of money-equals-love formula that I find icky. Like in those diamond ads where the message is always something along the lines of “Don’t be fooled, at heart all women are grasping, materialistic harpies.” Plus they always feature dudes buying stuff for their ladies, and never the reverse, so there’s an air of anti-feminism about the whole thing.
Anyway, for the longest time I was way too sophisticated for all that crap. Every time an anniversary or Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was quick to tell whomever I was dating that he was not to worry about such lame, Hallmark-generated hoopla. I would then proceed to look down my nose at the candy-concealing bears and heart-encrusted lingerie, happy in my intellectual superiority. I was, I imagine, a real treat to have around.
Then, one February, everything changed. It was like this: I was sitting around with my boyfriend, Frank, drinking a beer, when he asked what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day. I suggested the usual nothing, wondering if he had forgotten what a lovely time we had had the previous year doing nothing. Frank nodded. Then he mentioned that he was thinking of buying me a gift -- if not for Valentine’s Day, exactly, then just because -- and suggested that maybe I consider doing the same. I sneered. This was the moment I looked forward to every time I sat through a De Beers ad, the moment for self-righteous speechifying. “Why would we want to do that?” I asked, gearing up to lower the boom. His answer totally flicked on the cartoon lightbulb over my head: “Well, because I thought it would be a nice thing to do.”
A nice thing to do.” How can you argue against doing nice things for a person you like? You really can’t. Feeling like the Grinch during the heart-grows-three-sizes scene, I realized that perhaps it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that couples might give each other presents not because of capitalist brainwashing, but because they like to be generous with their partners. That, just maybe, what you do for each other isn’t as important as why and how you do it.
Frank and I agreed then to buy each other something special and, you know, meaningful. A thing that the other person would really want to have. Which, it turns out, is an odd combination of more and less sappy than just grabbing an off-the-shelf plush from Snuggles Unlimited. More sappy because you have to put a lot of thought into delighting someone you love, and less sappy because you’re not doing anything that would make my sister say “Awww.” So when Frank gave me the nose ring he had picked out, and I gave him a signed comic book, it did feel like we were doing something nice for each other, and with very little associated saccharin.
It’s possible to find a happy medium between sticky sweet and bitterly repressed. Here’s an example involving people other than me: A few years back, my friends Josh and Karen announced that they had decided to get married. My initial reaction was to be highly skeptical about the whole thing. Not because of the commitment -- they’d been living together for years and were really good for each other. No, I was bothered by the inherent lameness of having a wedding.
I had only ever been to big, puffy, expensive bridezilla-type ceremonies, with the lurid bridesmaids’ dresses and the crazy parents-in-law and the single women brawling over the bouquet. Why, I wondered, would people I respected want to put themselves through that kind of misery? It had never occurred to me that at your wedding you can do whatever the hell you want.
Rather than a church and a minister, Josh and Karen had a kick-ass outdoor spot and an old friend officiating. In lieu of “Wedding March,” Karen walked down the “aisle” to “Green Onions” by Booker T. and the MG’s. Instead of the uptight, buttoned-up ceremony I had been expecting, they had thrown themselves a weekend-long party with all of their best friends and family, and it was wicked fun. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for them and happy to be there.
If weddings can be cool, anything can. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit that you love somebody -- fifth grade was a long time ago. Not even the grumpiest anti-romantic wants to go through life alone and miserable, a stinky, senile cat her only companion. At the same time, it takes a while to get comfortable with your smooshy side. You kind of have to grow into it -- learn to love the love.
In that spirit, when I recently told my roommates and best friends that Frank and I had decided to move in together, I choked back all of the practical justifications for the move (saving money on rent, getting more living space, simplifying our scheduling, blah blah blah) and told them the painfully earnest truth: that we liked each other enough to want to share a house.
Naturally, I got ribbed for it, but good. I guess I deserved it after all the grief I’d given friends like Josh and Karen when they made moves to pair off. I stood by my moment of sappiness, though. And as I sit here in my shared apartment, with my shared cat and my sentimental nose jewelry and my decidedly un-rock‘n’ roll Netflix subscription, I’m struck by this thought: I may have ended up the kind of becoupled homebody I used to roll my eyes at, but unlike my ex-roommates, I am getting some on a regular basis. And what could be cooler than that?
Audrey Ference is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn with her boyfriend and a senile cat. She still can’t bring herself to call anyone “Schmoopy.”
Don’t Worry, Be Sappy
All that coupley romantic stuff left Audrey Ference cold. And then, one Valentine’s Day …
Some people are built to be sappy. My sister, for instance -- her turn-ons include romantic comedies, diamonds, flowers, snuggling, and babies. An elaborate wedding proposal involving a Jumbotron, an adorable monkey in a tuxedo, and enough carats to restrict normal finger mobility would completely kill with her. If you are one of those people, then this article is not for you.
Everyone else, listen up: When it comes to the lovey-dovey stuff, you are not nearly as punk rock as you pretend to be. Yeah, I know, nobody wants to be in one of those gross couples that makes single people gag, but deep down inside, I bet you like doing some of that touchy-feely junk. Snuggling. Giggling. The occasional sweet nothing. Well, it’s time to own up to it. Stop living a lie. By continuing to deny your mushy side, you’re only hurting yourself. It’s not easy, I know. But I can help, because I did it.
Let me share my coming-out story with you. My personal distaste for the tradition-ally romantic has mostly centered on gifts. There’s something crass about popular images of couples-type giving, a kind of money-equals-love formula that I find icky. Like in those diamond ads where the message is always something along the lines of “Don’t be fooled, at heart all women are grasping, materialistic harpies.” Plus they always feature dudes buying stuff for their ladies, and never the reverse, so there’s an air of anti-feminism about the whole thing.
Anyway, for the longest time I was way too sophisticated for all that crap. Every time an anniversary or Valentine’s Day rolled around, I was quick to tell whomever I was dating that he was not to worry about such lame, Hallmark-generated hoopla. I would then proceed to look down my nose at the candy-concealing bears and heart-encrusted lingerie, happy in my intellectual superiority. I was, I imagine, a real treat to have around.
Then, one February, everything changed. It was like this: I was sitting around with my boyfriend, Frank, drinking a beer, when he asked what I wanted to do for Valentine’s Day. I suggested the usual nothing, wondering if he had forgotten what a lovely time we had had the previous year doing nothing. Frank nodded. Then he mentioned that he was thinking of buying me a gift -- if not for Valentine’s Day, exactly, then just because -- and suggested that maybe I consider doing the same. I sneered. This was the moment I looked forward to every time I sat through a De Beers ad, the moment for self-righteous speechifying. “Why would we want to do that?” I asked, gearing up to lower the boom. His answer totally flicked on the cartoon lightbulb over my head: “Well, because I thought it would be a nice thing to do.”
A nice thing to do.” How can you argue against doing nice things for a person you like? You really can’t. Feeling like the Grinch during the heart-grows-three-sizes scene, I realized that perhaps it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that couples might give each other presents not because of capitalist brainwashing, but because they like to be generous with their partners. That, just maybe, what you do for each other isn’t as important as why and how you do it.
Frank and I agreed then to buy each other something special and, you know, meaningful. A thing that the other person would really want to have. Which, it turns out, is an odd combination of more and less sappy than just grabbing an off-the-shelf plush from Snuggles Unlimited. More sappy because you have to put a lot of thought into delighting someone you love, and less sappy because you’re not doing anything that would make my sister say “Awww.” So when Frank gave me the nose ring he had picked out, and I gave him a signed comic book, it did feel like we were doing something nice for each other, and with very little associated saccharin.
It’s possible to find a happy medium between sticky sweet and bitterly repressed. Here’s an example involving people other than me: A few years back, my friends Josh and Karen announced that they had decided to get married. My initial reaction was to be highly skeptical about the whole thing. Not because of the commitment -- they’d been living together for years and were really good for each other. No, I was bothered by the inherent lameness of having a wedding.
I had only ever been to big, puffy, expensive bridezilla-type ceremonies, with the lurid bridesmaids’ dresses and the crazy parents-in-law and the single women brawling over the bouquet. Why, I wondered, would people I respected want to put themselves through that kind of misery? It had never occurred to me that at your wedding you can do whatever the hell you want.
Rather than a church and a minister, Josh and Karen had a kick-ass outdoor spot and an old friend officiating. In lieu of “Wedding March,” Karen walked down the “aisle” to “Green Onions” by Booker T. and the MG’s. Instead of the uptight, buttoned-up ceremony I had been expecting, they had thrown themselves a weekend-long party with all of their best friends and family, and it was wicked fun. Everyone seemed genuinely happy for them and happy to be there.
If weddings can be cool, anything can. It shouldn’t be embarrassing to admit that you love somebody -- fifth grade was a long time ago. Not even the grumpiest anti-romantic wants to go through life alone and miserable, a stinky, senile cat her only companion. At the same time, it takes a while to get comfortable with your smooshy side. You kind of have to grow into it -- learn to love the love.
In that spirit, when I recently told my roommates and best friends that Frank and I had decided to move in together, I choked back all of the practical justifications for the move (saving money on rent, getting more living space, simplifying our scheduling, blah blah blah) and told them the painfully earnest truth: that we liked each other enough to want to share a house.
Naturally, I got ribbed for it, but good. I guess I deserved it after all the grief I’d given friends like Josh and Karen when they made moves to pair off. I stood by my moment of sappiness, though. And as I sit here in my shared apartment, with my shared cat and my sentimental nose jewelry and my decidedly un-rock‘n’ roll Netflix subscription, I’m struck by this thought: I may have ended up the kind of becoupled homebody I used to roll my eyes at, but unlike my ex-roommates, I am getting some on a regular basis. And what could be cooler than that?
Audrey Ference is a freelance writer living in Brooklyn with her boyfriend and a senile cat. She still can’t bring herself to call anyone “Schmoopy.”
Sunday, September 24, 2006
prejudice or not prejudice, that is the question
i was having a midnight snack a few weeks ago with a bunch of friends. i was chatting with one of them but then i overheard another member of our party talk about a guy in her class. naturally our attention went to her. naturally..
she started off by saying that the dude was pretty good looking for an indian. then she continued to rattle off how suprised she was to see a good looking indian. she went on and on and on. right at the end, she told the group with a look of repugnance, the guy started to speak and she was utterly repulsed! he spoke with an indian accent apparently..and he wasnt so good looking anymore afterthat.
whats with this perception that an entire race of people can be ugly?..how can one be so small minded and shallow?..and the way she decribed how he spoke was absolutely demeaning and insulting. HE IS FROM INDIA, YOU DUMB FUCK!!..HE CANT HELP HAVING AN INDIAN ACCENT!!
i absolutely hate it when i hear "he/she wasnt bad looking for [insert race here]"
another friends of mine constanly imitates the waiter's accent ( in his face mind you ) when we go into a restaurant. many times i have jabbed her in the ribs for doing that. it just shocks me how rude people can be. i felt like someone slapped me when i first heard it from her. she tells me she cant help imitating the waiter and she didnt mean any harm by it.
true, she may have done it for her own amusement, but in front of him?..you start off the conversation speaking like you always do, with your own accent and the moment you hear a thick chinese accent, you put on a chinese accent as well. there is nothing fun or funny about that.
i dont think it ever occured to her that the reason he speaks english with a thick chinese accent is because its all he knows. he is surrounded by people speaking exactly the same way, many unable to utter a single english word. it also reflects on his education background. he is not very educated, thats why he is a waiter in a restaurant instead of being a..i dunno,..a diplomat. he didnt grow up in a english speaking community, he learnt himself from reading books and magazines.
there are so many reasons i can give but in all honesty i shouldnt and i wouldnt. why cant he just speak in whatever manner he is comfortable with? as long the message gets across i do not see a problem. why should he be feeling embarrased of himself when it is my friends who are the ones who should be ashamed?
it saddens me that in exchange for success, education, longer life, money and luxury, equal standings, human rights..men and women have lost their people skills. respect, courtesy, love, manners, humility are no longer part of the civilised society. we are back to square one. and no, we are not like animals..i am afraid that we have become worse than that.
everyone has prejudices, it all depends on what we have experienced in life and what we have heard from people we trust. i confess to having several myself. but in my opinion, prejudice people that allow themselves to be proven wrong and accept that 'defeat' with good graces, werent really prejudice to begin with.
no one person is better than another, no matter how rich you are or how beautiful you look..mutual respect for different cultures, mannerisms and way of life, makes you to have nothing to lose and a new friend to gain.
she started off by saying that the dude was pretty good looking for an indian. then she continued to rattle off how suprised she was to see a good looking indian. she went on and on and on. right at the end, she told the group with a look of repugnance, the guy started to speak and she was utterly repulsed! he spoke with an indian accent apparently..and he wasnt so good looking anymore afterthat.
whats with this perception that an entire race of people can be ugly?..how can one be so small minded and shallow?..and the way she decribed how he spoke was absolutely demeaning and insulting. HE IS FROM INDIA, YOU DUMB FUCK!!..HE CANT HELP HAVING AN INDIAN ACCENT!!
i absolutely hate it when i hear "he/she wasnt bad looking for [insert race here]
another friends of mine constanly imitates the waiter's accent ( in his face mind you ) when we go into a restaurant. many times i have jabbed her in the ribs for doing that. it just shocks me how rude people can be. i felt like someone slapped me when i first heard it from her. she tells me she cant help imitating the waiter and she didnt mean any harm by it.
true, she may have done it for her own amusement, but in front of him?..you start off the conversation speaking like you always do, with your own accent and the moment you hear a thick chinese accent, you put on a chinese accent as well. there is nothing fun or funny about that.
i dont think it ever occured to her that the reason he speaks english with a thick chinese accent is because its all he knows. he is surrounded by people speaking exactly the same way, many unable to utter a single english word. it also reflects on his education background. he is not very educated, thats why he is a waiter in a restaurant instead of being a..i dunno,..a diplomat. he didnt grow up in a english speaking community, he learnt himself from reading books and magazines.
there are so many reasons i can give but in all honesty i shouldnt and i wouldnt. why cant he just speak in whatever manner he is comfortable with? as long the message gets across i do not see a problem. why should he be feeling embarrased of himself when it is my friends who are the ones who should be ashamed?
it saddens me that in exchange for success, education, longer life, money and luxury, equal standings, human rights..men and women have lost their people skills. respect, courtesy, love, manners, humility are no longer part of the civilised society. we are back to square one. and no, we are not like animals..i am afraid that we have become worse than that.
everyone has prejudices, it all depends on what we have experienced in life and what we have heard from people we trust. i confess to having several myself. but in my opinion, prejudice people that allow themselves to be proven wrong and accept that 'defeat' with good graces, werent really prejudice to begin with.
no one person is better than another, no matter how rich you are or how beautiful you look..mutual respect for different cultures, mannerisms and way of life, makes you to have nothing to lose and a new friend to gain.
over and out.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
chicken soup for the soul
i have a craving for the past few weeks. maybe because i was feeling sick. i felt like a bowl of steaming hot chicken soup. i kept picturing it in my head. how the steam curled out of the bowl. how the meat of the chicken would be so tender that it would just fall of the bones. and the smell!!..boy the smell that would get your juices running.
so i asked josephin for the recipe and the sweet girl went on the net looking for a simple, straightforward recipe for me. at that precise moment my sister calls and when asked she just rattled off the recipe. didnt sound too complicated. peel, cut, boil in big pot. easy.
and i did it!!!.. it was exactly how i imagined it would be. it was FANTASTIC!!.. i made enough to feed a small town ( my estimation needs a little work ) but what the hell..chicken soup for the rest of the week! WOOOHHHHHOOOOO!!
heres my top 5 comfort food
1. ice cream ( cures everything )
2. hot chicken soup
3. strawberries
4. hot crumpet smothered with nutella
5. 'apom balik' ( kind like a pancake with butter, corn, crushed peanuts and sugar on top )
so i asked josephin for the recipe and the sweet girl went on the net looking for a simple, straightforward recipe for me. at that precise moment my sister calls and when asked she just rattled off the recipe. didnt sound too complicated. peel, cut, boil in big pot. easy.
and i did it!!!.. it was exactly how i imagined it would be. it was FANTASTIC!!.. i made enough to feed a small town ( my estimation needs a little work ) but what the hell..chicken soup for the rest of the week! WOOOHHHHHOOOOO!!
heres my top 5 comfort food
1. ice cream ( cures everything )
2. hot chicken soup
3. strawberries
4. hot crumpet smothered with nutella
5. 'apom balik' ( kind like a pancake with butter, corn, crushed peanuts and sugar on top )
yyuuummmmmm..
ps:- whoever reading this, why dont you list down your top 5 in the comment box?..
Sunday, September 10, 2006
meatballs and sticky cake
i was thinking about josephin's cousin today. anna came last august and i didnt realise that her trip here is coming to an end. time really flies. josephin has been taking care of anna like a mother hen tending to her chicks( in this case chick, excuse the pun ). she feeds anna, takes her shopping and sight seeing, whatever she could to make anna's trip here worthwhile and memorable. im sure anna had a good time and i hope i havent scared her too much.
before's anna's arrival, jo has been pretty down with our friend marisa's personality change. well, both of us were but i dont see marisa as much as jo does. in a way i must thank marisa for introducing jo to me. when marisa stopped being the 'marisa', the only person i could depend on was jo and i still do. i really can relate to her, i didnt realise till then how much we had in common. i was grateful for her kindness and her willingness to let me crash her place when i needed to get out of the hell hole im currently living in.
but thats not the only thing great about her. she can cook. really well. damn if i were a guy i would kiss her everytime she made something to eat!!..( since i am not one i shall spare us both of that potentially traumatic experience ). i love her desserts [ excessive salivation ongoing ] and her meatballs..superb!!
you see..i cant cook. usually i eat out or one of those instant stuff. or my staple of bread and generous amounts of nutella. at home my sister or brother does the cooking for me. i'm often on the cleaning up duty which i gratefully accept. sometimes i have 'cutting the ingredients' duty but that usually does not work out too well. this is because i am not to be trusted with sharp objects and i often get blood all over the food. lets face it, i suck big time.
josephin cannot understand this. to her credit she simply cannot accept that some people ( ie me ) are useless in the kitchen. sometimes i ask her to teach how to make something, and the same words come pouring out, "its very easy, even my little brother can do it". if i am not mistaken her brother is 8 years old. totally embarrasing. also very, very funny to see her look of depair on her face. classic..
one more thing, she got me hooked on roswell, the tv series. i mean COME ON!!..its about aliens and i'm not a science fiction kinda gal. josephin absolutely loves the series and doesnt mind watching her dvds over and over again. there was a point when we'll just hog her tv for hours going through the episodes. i'm not a hopeless romantic like she is, and there's tonnes and tonnes of lovey dovey stuff going on with the characters. geezzz...this is something my sister would watch, not me!
but i must say, the sheriff and his son kyle are pretty hot..
anyhoo, anna is leaving on tuesday. i have to admit that i will miss her. she's such a sweet girl and i hope her experience here was fulfiiling and fun. i do worry about josephin though. anna provided her an excuse to be distracted for awhile but now what?..i dont want to see the angry, disappointed side of josephin that surfaced earlier this year. we provided each other company initailly but i didnt go over as much when anna came. i fear that she might be a little lost and a little miserable. i cannot replace anna's company and i think she wouldnt want that from anyone.
i dunno..we'll have to see i guess. time to make my instant pasta.
hasta la vista, baybeh!!
before's anna's arrival, jo has been pretty down with our friend marisa's personality change. well, both of us were but i dont see marisa as much as jo does. in a way i must thank marisa for introducing jo to me. when marisa stopped being the 'marisa', the only person i could depend on was jo and i still do. i really can relate to her, i didnt realise till then how much we had in common. i was grateful for her kindness and her willingness to let me crash her place when i needed to get out of the hell hole im currently living in.
but thats not the only thing great about her. she can cook. really well. damn if i were a guy i would kiss her everytime she made something to eat!!..( since i am not one i shall spare us both of that potentially traumatic experience ). i love her desserts [ excessive salivation ongoing ] and her meatballs..superb!!
you see..i cant cook. usually i eat out or one of those instant stuff. or my staple of bread and generous amounts of nutella. at home my sister or brother does the cooking for me. i'm often on the cleaning up duty which i gratefully accept. sometimes i have 'cutting the ingredients' duty but that usually does not work out too well. this is because i am not to be trusted with sharp objects and i often get blood all over the food. lets face it, i suck big time.
josephin cannot understand this. to her credit she simply cannot accept that some people ( ie me ) are useless in the kitchen. sometimes i ask her to teach how to make something, and the same words come pouring out, "its very easy, even my little brother can do it". if i am not mistaken her brother is 8 years old. totally embarrasing. also very, very funny to see her look of depair on her face. classic..
one more thing, she got me hooked on roswell, the tv series. i mean COME ON!!..its about aliens and i'm not a science fiction kinda gal. josephin absolutely loves the series and doesnt mind watching her dvds over and over again. there was a point when we'll just hog her tv for hours going through the episodes. i'm not a hopeless romantic like she is, and there's tonnes and tonnes of lovey dovey stuff going on with the characters. geezzz...this is something my sister would watch, not me!
but i must say, the sheriff and his son kyle are pretty hot..
anyhoo, anna is leaving on tuesday. i have to admit that i will miss her. she's such a sweet girl and i hope her experience here was fulfiiling and fun. i do worry about josephin though. anna provided her an excuse to be distracted for awhile but now what?..i dont want to see the angry, disappointed side of josephin that surfaced earlier this year. we provided each other company initailly but i didnt go over as much when anna came. i fear that she might be a little lost and a little miserable. i cannot replace anna's company and i think she wouldnt want that from anyone.
i dunno..we'll have to see i guess. time to make my instant pasta.
hasta la vista, baybeh!!
Friday, September 01, 2006
bibaddi-babiddi boo
barbra streisand: woman in love
today was not a good day for me..
i have one class on fridays. i missed it today because i overslept..thats not the worst part
i had to meet up kailin to do this fucking chemistry project. how many of you out there want to know how heavy metals and organophosphates in the environment can be detected using a mass spectrometer?
no one?? i thought so..
then i go to marisa's flat right after uni to get my new "well-deserved, hard earned, went-hungry-for-a-3-semesters, the-reason-for-not-getting-new-funky-underwear-or-shoes-for-the-past-year, still-in-the-box" toy and behold..she wasnt home!!!!..she was at john's place..suprise suprise
i bloody want it now so i send her a text message and she asks me to go over to his place to get it. why couldnt she just leave it with josephin; whom i know will be here for sure?..i appreciate her help in getting it but really, she could have a little more sense. she's hardly here and she could have just thought of me a little.
Andrea Bocelli & Stevie Wonder: Canzoni Stonate
anyhoo..i go to bobb and the worst thing happened. bobb died on me!!! i tried over and over but nothing. so i text marisa again and she said she'll drop by my place tomorrow. no toy for me today..boo hoo!!!!
but every cloud has a silver lining. i had a great time chatting with kailin today and we dont get to spend much time just by ourselves. she's a great friend and great friends are rare nowadays. im glad we can still be the way we were in collage, eventhough we are very different people now.
the best thing that happened to me today was when a dude drove up to me out of nowhere and offered to help me with bobb. he and his friend were on their way to somewhere but they delayed themselves for me. i didnt even get his name. eventhough it was no good ( bobb is still dead ) but i am grateful and so thankful for them being there when i was feeling so helpless.
so what did i learn today?
1. not all of your friends undergo a complete personality 'makeover' when they get attached
2. there will be friends in your life who will lose the very qualities that made you friends in the first place
3. not all strangers have the intention of mugging you or stealing your shoes, even though they arent wearing any themselves
over and out
matt munro: softly as i leave you
today was not a good day for me..
i have one class on fridays. i missed it today because i overslept..thats not the worst part
i had to meet up kailin to do this fucking chemistry project. how many of you out there want to know how heavy metals and organophosphates in the environment can be detected using a mass spectrometer?
no one?? i thought so..
then i go to marisa's flat right after uni to get my new "well-deserved, hard earned, went-hungry-for-a-3-semesters, the-reason-for-not-getting-new-funky-underwear-or-shoes-for-the-past-year, still-in-the-box" toy and behold..she wasnt home!!!!..she was at john's place..suprise suprise
i bloody want it now so i send her a text message and she asks me to go over to his place to get it. why couldnt she just leave it with josephin; whom i know will be here for sure?..i appreciate her help in getting it but really, she could have a little more sense. she's hardly here and she could have just thought of me a little.
Andrea Bocelli & Stevie Wonder: Canzoni Stonate
anyhoo..i go to bobb and the worst thing happened. bobb died on me!!! i tried over and over but nothing. so i text marisa again and she said she'll drop by my place tomorrow. no toy for me today..boo hoo!!!!
but every cloud has a silver lining. i had a great time chatting with kailin today and we dont get to spend much time just by ourselves. she's a great friend and great friends are rare nowadays. im glad we can still be the way we were in collage, eventhough we are very different people now.
the best thing that happened to me today was when a dude drove up to me out of nowhere and offered to help me with bobb. he and his friend were on their way to somewhere but they delayed themselves for me. i didnt even get his name. eventhough it was no good ( bobb is still dead ) but i am grateful and so thankful for them being there when i was feeling so helpless.
so what did i learn today?
1. not all of your friends undergo a complete personality 'makeover' when they get attached
2. there will be friends in your life who will lose the very qualities that made you friends in the first place
3. not all strangers have the intention of mugging you or stealing your shoes, even though they arent wearing any themselves
over and out
matt munro: softly as i leave you
Saturday, August 26, 2006
tuna mornay
mornay - a cheese flavoured cream sauce
i used to eat something when i was in school. i stopped recently because it costs so much in australia. but there are more choices here. so after months of not having a bottle i bought a new flavour last week. and i am enjoying it at this very moment.
i absolutely love baby food. i am at present trying heinz tuna mornay for toddlers. and may i say it is bloody yummy. i usually have the one with fruits like strawberry and banana pudding or good ol' apple sauce. this time i tried something savoury. besides having peas in it ( i hate peas; i couldnt pick them out in the mornay coz its all mashed up..bleh! ) and lacking in salt, its oh so good..
yummy yummy yummy i've got love in my tummy
i used to eat something when i was in school. i stopped recently because it costs so much in australia. but there are more choices here. so after months of not having a bottle i bought a new flavour last week. and i am enjoying it at this very moment.
i absolutely love baby food. i am at present trying heinz tuna mornay for toddlers. and may i say it is bloody yummy. i usually have the one with fruits like strawberry and banana pudding or good ol' apple sauce. this time i tried something savoury. besides having peas in it ( i hate peas; i couldnt pick them out in the mornay coz its all mashed up..bleh! ) and lacking in salt, its oh so good..
yummy yummy yummy i've got love in my tummy
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
25 going 18
the proclaimers: 500 miles
today is my sister's birthday. happy 25th! if you ask her she'd insist she is 18. she has been for the past 5 years. maybe 6.
she is very different from me. she is tall. i'm not. she's bloody nosey and shamelessly digs out private information from family and friends. i am just not interested in other peoples love lives or penis size ( but i'll eventually find out because she'll tell me against my will ). she's sociable. i dont like people on the whole. gimme a dog anytime.
so to my sister;
our brother is more worried about you than he is of me because he thinks you need his constant protection. he is losing his younger sister and it is hard for him to accept that. so he will do anything to keep us together as kin till the end of our days, even bend his proud head to a stranger for your sake. i wouldnt do it myself. so look at him kindly and dont forget that what you have now is due to him.
our parents sometimes dont sleep at night thinking about you. they, like our brother worry and believe that you will be manipulated by some asshole and they wont be there to save you. but deep inside they are proud of you and love you just the way you are. remember that they are getting older and may not be with us for long. appreciate them for what they done for you in the past and at present, all things great and small. looking at some of the parents here they long for their childrens' independence of them and as soon as they are old enough the kids are 'sent out to the real world' aka kicked out of the house. but most asian parents ours included are willing to give their last pennies to give us opportunities that many cannot dream of. so treat our parents with respect and a little humility. it is the least we can do.
sheryl crow: the first cut is the deepest
you and me..a whole other ball game. we fight a lot and allow insults to fly all over the house. but the bottom line is that we are sisters and always will be. i might not agree with all your decisions but i do respect that it is yours to make. i feel protective over you and think you deserve the best. nothing will ever be good enough for my sister. understand that it is hard for me to just accept any of your decisions that will alter our lives forever. not just yours and mine; everyone's around us. but believe me when i say that i will respect it and wont try to question your judgement. like most, i just need a little adjustment.
il divo: ami manera ( my way )
i hope you have a good birthday. i know how it feels to be far from home and from loved ones. but as we get older priorities change and responsibilities get heavier upon our shoulders. i know i didnt send you anything but here's something for you on your birthday from one of my favourites.
today is my sister's birthday. happy 25th! if you ask her she'd insist she is 18. she has been for the past 5 years. maybe 6.
she is very different from me. she is tall. i'm not. she's bloody nosey and shamelessly digs out private information from family and friends. i am just not interested in other peoples love lives or penis size ( but i'll eventually find out because she'll tell me against my will ). she's sociable. i dont like people on the whole. gimme a dog anytime.
so to my sister;
our brother is more worried about you than he is of me because he thinks you need his constant protection. he is losing his younger sister and it is hard for him to accept that. so he will do anything to keep us together as kin till the end of our days, even bend his proud head to a stranger for your sake. i wouldnt do it myself. so look at him kindly and dont forget that what you have now is due to him.
our parents sometimes dont sleep at night thinking about you. they, like our brother worry and believe that you will be manipulated by some asshole and they wont be there to save you. but deep inside they are proud of you and love you just the way you are. remember that they are getting older and may not be with us for long. appreciate them for what they done for you in the past and at present, all things great and small. looking at some of the parents here they long for their childrens' independence of them and as soon as they are old enough the kids are 'sent out to the real world' aka kicked out of the house. but most asian parents ours included are willing to give their last pennies to give us opportunities that many cannot dream of. so treat our parents with respect and a little humility. it is the least we can do.
sheryl crow: the first cut is the deepest
you and me..a whole other ball game. we fight a lot and allow insults to fly all over the house. but the bottom line is that we are sisters and always will be. i might not agree with all your decisions but i do respect that it is yours to make. i feel protective over you and think you deserve the best. nothing will ever be good enough for my sister. understand that it is hard for me to just accept any of your decisions that will alter our lives forever. not just yours and mine; everyone's around us. but believe me when i say that i will respect it and wont try to question your judgement. like most, i just need a little adjustment.
il divo: ami manera ( my way )
i hope you have a good birthday. i know how it feels to be far from home and from loved ones. but as we get older priorities change and responsibilities get heavier upon our shoulders. i know i didnt send you anything but here's something for you on your birthday from one of my favourites.
The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not travel both
and be one traveller, long i stood
and looked down one as far as i could
to where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that passing there
had worn them really about the same,
and both that morning equally lay
in leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh, i kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way,
i doubted if i should ever come back
i shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and i-
i took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and sorry i could not travel both
and be one traveller, long i stood
and looked down one as far as i could
to where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair
and having perhaps the better claim
because it was grassy and wanted wear;
though as for that passing there
had worn them really about the same,
and both that morning equally lay
in leaves no steps had trodden black.
Oh, i kept the first for another day!
yet knowing how way leads on to way,
i doubted if i should ever come back
i shall be telling this with a sigh
somewhere ages and ages hence:
two roads diverged in a wood, and i-
i took the one less travelled by,
and that has made all the difference.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
thank you ma'am
avril lavigne: my happy ending
did you know that thank you ma'am means "a bump or depression in a road"?..i didnt, until i got it in my 'word of the day' subscription email. this is the explanation that goes along with the definition.
"Thank-you-ma'am" might seem like an odd name for a bump in the road, but the expression makes a little more sense if you imagine the motion your head would make as you drove over such an obstacle. Most likely, the jarring would make you nod involuntarily. Now think of the nodding gesture you make when you're thanking someone or acknowledging a favor. The "thank-you-ma'am" road bump is believed to have received its name when someone noted the similarity of those two head bobbing motions.
interesting isnt it?..
anyway, i have not put in an entry in a while now. i had plenty to say but couldnt find the words. thats the truth. i just couldnt find the words in my mind to describe what i have been feeling recently. funny huh..considering i subscribe to Merriam Webster..*nerd alert*
il divo: mama
over the years i have received many comments on the ways i behave towards my friends. apparently i am not caring enough..or another said i do not show that i care openly by asking about their day and what not. i assume everyone like the privacy respected as i would like mine and do not ask intimate details of their problems unless they volunteer it or if i get the feeling they are hesistating open up eventhough they want to. i know sometimes it is difficult to start an awkward conversation or finding the right words to explain one's feelings. been there, done that.
diana king: shy guy
this is how i have always been. i have never pretended to be anything else. i treat all my friends the same, as kindly and fairly as i can. if someone needed a little more attention then they will get it ( without being smothering). they do not ask for it..i observe and conduct myself appropriately to each person and situation.
i am not dense you know..nor do i have a heart of marble. i can only be your friend by being me..not you. but i must count my blessings. eventhough i have been judged, many of my friends have gotten used to me and my ideas. i have a great circle of friends now and each one of them are special to me. of course we have had the occasional tiffs but it is often resolved swiftly and without involving the use of razor-sharp fingernails and fistfuls of hair.
the contours: do you love me
which brings me to a recent episode of tiff-between-friends. basically the issue involved plenty of communication followed by 'more' communication then mis-communication and lastly no communication whatsoever. the two involved are close buddies of mine and they were really best friends themselves. where as one told me one side of the story, the other didnt therefore i only know one side of the story. when i tried to get the second version of the issue without being invasive, i was preceived as judgemental and accusatory..what the hell??.. i was trying to be fair by getting both sides of the story and i get dissed for it??!! well fuck that then.
anyhoo, the one who told me ( lets call this person flamingo ) was trying to get the other ( lets call this one toad ) to talk the problem over many many times. according to flamingo, toad was putting talking off and it was wearying flamingo out which is understandable. now they are trying to move forward from the issue and be friends again. good on you both and i am very happy for you guys! ( finally you idiots!! )
bon jovi: undivided
now what is the point i am trying to make here?..
some time ago flamingo and i had a tiff. i didnt know i had upset flamingo, i found that out asking toad. i was suprised, because i met flamingo earlier that day and she was talking to me and didnt mention about whats bothering her. our short conversations seemed strained and i felt she was avoiding me, thats why i asked toad about it. after toad told me about the issue and many other things that hurt me deeply, i tried to approach flamingo to talk it over. several times. i was blown off at each attempt. after awhile i just stopped. i was tired of this one-sided pursue of resolution. i didnt talk about this to anyone but many of our mutual friends knew about it from flamingo but funnily no one asked me my side of the story. eventually the problem was put behind us, flamingo and i are still good friends today.
barenaked ladies: pinch me
this got me thinking. toad and i both had a fall out with flamingo. but why was it important for flamingo to resolve the issue with toad but not me? am i not a friend too and deserve some sort of closure? just to let you know i am not being bitter or jealous here..just curious ( i know flamingo reads this ). maybe the magnitude of each problem was not the same but shouldnt one treat all thank you ma'ams on the "friendship road" the same?. i understand the frustration and mental agony flamingo is going through now with toad because i went through the exact same thing. flamingo, toad and i just switched roles thats all. what irony.
i mentioned this to flamingo when we were having lunch once. i got no answer...again.
so my dear flamingo, please do not misunderstand my intentions here. i am not trying to dig up old wounds and upset you further. i know by me bringing this up it might just do that and i want you to know that it was very difficult for me to lament this. i am not going to bring this up anymore. and if i forget and do it again you have my permission to bitch slap me. whoever else after reading this, gets pissed at me because you think i am not letting bygones be bygones, you are entitled to your opinions.
over and out.
frank ifield: stardust
did you know that thank you ma'am means "a bump or depression in a road"?..i didnt, until i got it in my 'word of the day' subscription email. this is the explanation that goes along with the definition.
"Thank-you-ma'am" might seem like an odd name for a bump in the road, but the expression makes a little more sense if you imagine the motion your head would make as you drove over such an obstacle. Most likely, the jarring would make you nod involuntarily. Now think of the nodding gesture you make when you're thanking someone or acknowledging a favor. The "thank-you-ma'am" road bump is believed to have received its name when someone noted the similarity of those two head bobbing motions.
interesting isnt it?..
anyway, i have not put in an entry in a while now. i had plenty to say but couldnt find the words. thats the truth. i just couldnt find the words in my mind to describe what i have been feeling recently. funny huh..considering i subscribe to Merriam Webster..*nerd alert*
il divo: mama
over the years i have received many comments on the ways i behave towards my friends. apparently i am not caring enough..or another said i do not show that i care openly by asking about their day and what not. i assume everyone like the privacy respected as i would like mine and do not ask intimate details of their problems unless they volunteer it or if i get the feeling they are hesistating open up eventhough they want to. i know sometimes it is difficult to start an awkward conversation or finding the right words to explain one's feelings. been there, done that.
diana king: shy guy
this is how i have always been. i have never pretended to be anything else. i treat all my friends the same, as kindly and fairly as i can. if someone needed a little more attention then they will get it ( without being smothering). they do not ask for it..i observe and conduct myself appropriately to each person and situation.
i am not dense you know..nor do i have a heart of marble. i can only be your friend by being me..not you. but i must count my blessings. eventhough i have been judged, many of my friends have gotten used to me and my ideas. i have a great circle of friends now and each one of them are special to me. of course we have had the occasional tiffs but it is often resolved swiftly and without involving the use of razor-sharp fingernails and fistfuls of hair.
the contours: do you love me
which brings me to a recent episode of tiff-between-friends. basically the issue involved plenty of communication followed by 'more' communication then mis-communication and lastly no communication whatsoever. the two involved are close buddies of mine and they were really best friends themselves. where as one told me one side of the story, the other didnt therefore i only know one side of the story. when i tried to get the second version of the issue without being invasive, i was preceived as judgemental and accusatory..what the hell??.. i was trying to be fair by getting both sides of the story and i get dissed for it??!! well fuck that then.
anyhoo, the one who told me ( lets call this person flamingo ) was trying to get the other ( lets call this one toad ) to talk the problem over many many times. according to flamingo, toad was putting talking off and it was wearying flamingo out which is understandable. now they are trying to move forward from the issue and be friends again. good on you both and i am very happy for you guys! ( finally you idiots!! )
bon jovi: undivided
now what is the point i am trying to make here?..
some time ago flamingo and i had a tiff. i didnt know i had upset flamingo, i found that out asking toad. i was suprised, because i met flamingo earlier that day and she was talking to me and didnt mention about whats bothering her. our short conversations seemed strained and i felt she was avoiding me, thats why i asked toad about it. after toad told me about the issue and many other things that hurt me deeply, i tried to approach flamingo to talk it over. several times. i was blown off at each attempt. after awhile i just stopped. i was tired of this one-sided pursue of resolution. i didnt talk about this to anyone but many of our mutual friends knew about it from flamingo but funnily no one asked me my side of the story. eventually the problem was put behind us, flamingo and i are still good friends today.
barenaked ladies: pinch me
this got me thinking. toad and i both had a fall out with flamingo. but why was it important for flamingo to resolve the issue with toad but not me? am i not a friend too and deserve some sort of closure? just to let you know i am not being bitter or jealous here..just curious ( i know flamingo reads this ). maybe the magnitude of each problem was not the same but shouldnt one treat all thank you ma'ams on the "friendship road" the same?. i understand the frustration and mental agony flamingo is going through now with toad because i went through the exact same thing. flamingo, toad and i just switched roles thats all. what irony.
i mentioned this to flamingo when we were having lunch once. i got no answer...again.
so my dear flamingo, please do not misunderstand my intentions here. i am not trying to dig up old wounds and upset you further. i know by me bringing this up it might just do that and i want you to know that it was very difficult for me to lament this. i am not going to bring this up anymore. and if i forget and do it again you have my permission to bitch slap me. whoever else after reading this, gets pissed at me because you think i am not letting bygones be bygones, you are entitled to your opinions.
over and out.
frank ifield: stardust
Monday, August 07, 2006
iman
tomorrow a dear friend is going home for good..iman is a beautiful, intelligent and caring young woman who befriended me sometime last year. though i didnt get to see her much in the beginning (as we didnt share many classes) i used to hear stories about her from shelby and we would laugh and laugh at iman's antics. early this year we shared some classes and this is when i truly got to know her.
iman is an angel in disguise. she takes the brunt of my bad moods and still smiles at me the next day. the time i needed a friend the most and thought i couldnt rely on anyone iman came to my rescue and picked me up. she didnt take sides..didnt judge..she just listened.
when she goes home tomorrow my world is no longer whole. i seriously doubt that ill ever see her again. though she doesnt live too far away, she will have a new life now..a more exciting journey and i'll miss her terribly.
beth orton: i wish i never saw the sunshine
iman is an angel in disguise. she takes the brunt of my bad moods and still smiles at me the next day. the time i needed a friend the most and thought i couldnt rely on anyone iman came to my rescue and picked me up. she didnt take sides..didnt judge..she just listened.
when she goes home tomorrow my world is no longer whole. i seriously doubt that ill ever see her again. though she doesnt live too far away, she will have a new life now..a more exciting journey and i'll miss her terribly.
beth orton: i wish i never saw the sunshine
Sunday, July 30, 2006
the blue room
pat carroll: poor unfortunate souls
when we moved into our new 4-bedroom house three years ago i finally got have my own room. all the rooms were upstairs, two room to a bathroom..a somewhat 'attached' bathroom. it was perfect
i chose to sleep downstairs in the store room next to the kitchen.
since my parents have already committed, their subtle hints for me to move upstairs were ignored. you see no one, and i mean NO ONE wants to share the bathroom with my parents. my father wakes the neighbourhood up every morning when he brushes his teeth, imagine the person sleeping next door. my sibling quickly chose the rooms across the hall, leaving only the room next to my parents'.
as good as my family is, they dont understand why some people (me for instance) spend time by themselves. they think i make a big deal about me wanting my privacy respected. they do not understand that that is how i function. i need space to think and dance naked if i wanted to. i need a place to blast my music loudly, a quiet corner with soft pillows that i could do my reading. a place where i could display my favourite things on shelves and tables. the store room was perfect.
judy kuhn: the colours of the wind
my mother said we could chose our own colours..i didnt need much time to choose mine, it had to be blue. i chose the darkest shade available (even the painter shook his head in disbelief). i refused to change my mind about any decisions that i have made concerning my room. i have been given that space for myself and i didnt think anyone else had a right to give their opinion. i dont remember being that pig headed ever.
the blue that i chose turned out to be a beautiful shade indeed. it was not as dark as shown in the catalogue (a pity really)..but the painter himself was pleasently suprised at the final (dried) result. with minimal furnishing and fancy lighting i finally felt this small piece of the Earth was mine and mine alone.
kirk douglas: whale of a tale
there were many occasions when members of my family would come into my room and sit on the tiny bit of flooring that remained and we would talk and talk for hours. sometimes forgetting to eat dinner. after all these years finally this family is being civil to each other and beginning to enjoy each other's company. all because of the blue room near the kitchen.
bruce reitherman and phil harris: the bare necessities
when we moved into our new 4-bedroom house three years ago i finally got have my own room. all the rooms were upstairs, two room to a bathroom..a somewhat 'attached' bathroom. it was perfect
i chose to sleep downstairs in the store room next to the kitchen.
since my parents have already committed, their subtle hints for me to move upstairs were ignored. you see no one, and i mean NO ONE wants to share the bathroom with my parents. my father wakes the neighbourhood up every morning when he brushes his teeth, imagine the person sleeping next door. my sibling quickly chose the rooms across the hall, leaving only the room next to my parents'.
as good as my family is, they dont understand why some people (me for instance) spend time by themselves. they think i make a big deal about me wanting my privacy respected. they do not understand that that is how i function. i need space to think and dance naked if i wanted to. i need a place to blast my music loudly, a quiet corner with soft pillows that i could do my reading. a place where i could display my favourite things on shelves and tables. the store room was perfect.
judy kuhn: the colours of the wind
my mother said we could chose our own colours..i didnt need much time to choose mine, it had to be blue. i chose the darkest shade available (even the painter shook his head in disbelief). i refused to change my mind about any decisions that i have made concerning my room. i have been given that space for myself and i didnt think anyone else had a right to give their opinion. i dont remember being that pig headed ever.
the blue that i chose turned out to be a beautiful shade indeed. it was not as dark as shown in the catalogue (a pity really)..but the painter himself was pleasently suprised at the final (dried) result. with minimal furnishing and fancy lighting i finally felt this small piece of the Earth was mine and mine alone.
kirk douglas: whale of a tale
there were many occasions when members of my family would come into my room and sit on the tiny bit of flooring that remained and we would talk and talk for hours. sometimes forgetting to eat dinner. after all these years finally this family is being civil to each other and beginning to enjoy each other's company. all because of the blue room near the kitchen.
bruce reitherman and phil harris: the bare necessities
Thursday, July 27, 2006
love thy neighbour
shakira: en tus pupilas
how does one forgive a breach of trust? worst of all from a person whom you live with. my jackass of a flatmate hosted a party for his friends at my expense. he stole, yes im using the word STOLE, my food from my cupboard to feed his fucked up, drunken friends. and he cooked his dinner in my very expensive wok and left it to dry overnight and now its all dried up and crusty. basically my flat is at present downright disgusting. he didnt have the decency to ask me if he could take food from me. he left my rice box outside on the counter last night and somehow miraculously the container managed to fly into its usual place in my cupboard this morning. thats the only thing that has been moved. not the piles of dished and cutlery in the sink. not the pots and pans on the counter. not any of the beer bottles that is all over the floor and dining table. not the chairs and couch from the lounge. just my rice box.
collective soul: run
i know i cannot expect people to be like me. i am a weirdo when it comes to some things. but i do expect some degree of respect and consideration from people especially from the ones i live with. i cannot believe that people like him still behave like child at his age. granted he just turned 19 a few months ago but he does not seem to care for his education nor other people except himself. he drinks every night and turns the flat upside down. he does this because he is away from home. aannnddd he doesnt seem to be new at this so its apparent this behaviour has been going on for awhile now.
such irresponsibility, such careless attitude..its appalling
jewel: standing still
i look at him and i wonder about his parents..his upbringing. i wonder if they know about his life here. if they did, do they just brush it aside saying "its just a phase our hunny bunny is going through, he'll get it over it soon enough"..or do they smile..fooling themselves by thinking that they are the 'cool parents of the 21st century?'..
i truly wonder
jeff buckley: hallelujah
how does one forgive a breach of trust? worst of all from a person whom you live with. my jackass of a flatmate hosted a party for his friends at my expense. he stole, yes im using the word STOLE, my food from my cupboard to feed his fucked up, drunken friends. and he cooked his dinner in my very expensive wok and left it to dry overnight and now its all dried up and crusty. basically my flat is at present downright disgusting. he didnt have the decency to ask me if he could take food from me. he left my rice box outside on the counter last night and somehow miraculously the container managed to fly into its usual place in my cupboard this morning. thats the only thing that has been moved. not the piles of dished and cutlery in the sink. not the pots and pans on the counter. not any of the beer bottles that is all over the floor and dining table. not the chairs and couch from the lounge. just my rice box.
collective soul: run
i know i cannot expect people to be like me. i am a weirdo when it comes to some things. but i do expect some degree of respect and consideration from people especially from the ones i live with. i cannot believe that people like him still behave like child at his age. granted he just turned 19 a few months ago but he does not seem to care for his education nor other people except himself. he drinks every night and turns the flat upside down. he does this because he is away from home. aannnddd he doesnt seem to be new at this so its apparent this behaviour has been going on for awhile now.
such irresponsibility, such careless attitude..its appalling
jewel: standing still
i look at him and i wonder about his parents..his upbringing. i wonder if they know about his life here. if they did, do they just brush it aside saying "its just a phase our hunny bunny is going through, he'll get it over it soon enough"..or do they smile..fooling themselves by thinking that they are the 'cool parents of the 21st century?'..
i truly wonder
jeff buckley: hallelujah
the virgin blogger
as you have guessed this is my first entry..ever. its difficult to write (techniquely type) something down that can be viewed by oh so many. but a wise friend and a fellow blogger mentioned that this is more for me than for the reader..we'll see
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