*Borat style* Very nice..!

I admit, it’s very nice to be in a relationship.
Especially with someone who understands who and what you are.

Someone who can think before he answers and before he acts.
Someone who tries to justify situations and actions done by someone else, before he comes to a conclusion.

I suppose that, is the maturity everyone seeks in a partner.
That too, would be understanding.

As we spent the evening together shopping for some essential items (me: finally got the damn mouse, him: acoustic guitar strings), I realized that this is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

He’s almost perfect.
He leads a simple life, with time nicely divided for me, his classes, his driving classes, his family and work.
I am almost envious of him. He excels in almost everything he chooses to dabble in. He’s does well in his studies, he’s one of the best at work, he’s good with his hobbies.. I sometimes wonder if he’s human.

Yet it seems he’s almost disinterested in it all. Like he doesn’t know he’s good at it.

Oh, definitely the right candidate for wanting to have kids with.

DID I JUST SAY CHILDREN?

I can’t help but picture him as the father of my children someday, as we browsed over children’s clothes at Kiddy Palace the other day. He pored over toys and joked over SMS after that, saying that our kids would be the best, with both our brains and looks combined.

LOL.
I know that’s not true, because we’re no pair of gorgeous models.
But I love the way he makes me feel that WE are the centre of the universe.

“With your eyes and smile, our kids will be the best! =)”
*cue big big blush*

He creates this zone between us where I feel that such a normal lifestyle could be remotely possible.

Since I was a kid, I pictured my future to happen in such a sequence that would follow as such:

1. Study til university.
2. Get a stable career.
3. Find a normal Malay man and get married.
4. Have children and a nice home.
5. Retire, and kick the bucket as peaceful as possible.

Life hasn’t been too kind to me, but I’m almost there.

I’ve studied til tertiary level, albeit at a private institution, and my career is just fine despite a wide array of experiences here and there. Now I just need to continue from point no 3 onwards.

I’ve found my normal Malay man.
Who speaks about not being able to wait to marry me and own a peaceful abode together, where we’d have kids together and grow old together.

I am as pleased as punch.

Mini-shopping spree!

Was awakened this morning by an SMS from a friend.

“Duit GAHMEN suah masuk!!”
(Money by the Government’s banked in already!)

Well, for the uninitiated (mainly my foreign friends/readers),
the Government of Singapore is having this surplus payout to each of its citizens aged above 21.
We’re having 3 separate payouts this year called GST (Goods & Services Tax) credits and Growth Dividend.. a good one I suppose.
First payout’s scheduled for 30 April ($200), second one’s on 1 July ($250) and the last one’s on 1 October ($200). (But we always get it a day earlier. )
The amount varies to the household income as well as the value of the home.
Obviously, it’s meant to be some form of financial relief for those who need it.
I happen to think it’s one of the thrills of living on an island with a thriving economy with only about 4 other million people. DDD

Anyway, I was surprised to see this hanging in the room.

A belated birthday gift from my parents.

A PINK DRESS.

Gee, thanks.

I went online to harass someone into taking halfday to go and shop with me for some much-needed (REALLY!) things at Bugis Street.
Victim willingly did so.

Hehehe, who else but my beloved paternal cousin!
And yeah, I wore the pink dress.
It’s nice. I feel so teacher-like.

We were pretty hungry so we decided to have an ultra-late lunch at Zam-Zam Restaurant.

Oh Indian food. Sigh. How I love.

I haven’t had bee hoon goreng (fried vermicelli noodles) and murtabak (fried dough with minced meat filling) accompanied by spicy curry and sliced cucumbers drenched in tomato sauce, for the longest time because… the Mr does not eat Indian food.

The nerve of it, if you ask me, for choosing a half-Indian woman to be his girlfriend and yet, not knowing how to eat murtabak.
Is he even Singaporean, you ask.
I don’t know.

After we polished off our food, I dragged kak Liza all over to shop, while she patiently waited and held my increasing number of bags as I tried stuff on. Hehehe. God bless her soul.

On the other hand, I felt pretty bad because she only bought one bag (damn I forgot to get a new bag!) and a digital white watch.

She loves changing her watches according to her clothes, hence she likes the cheap watches these sort of stalls have on sale.

I waited for her to test all the buttons before purchasing it…

A full TEN minutes she took. Heh.
She’s the careful one when purchasing something.
I simply look, try, like and pay.

Hehehe..

After about 3 hours of making her suffer in the heat of Bugis (which I forgot about after seeing rows and rows of clothes and shoes and bags and..),
we headed for home..

.. NOT!

I managed to persuade her to go for a haircut and wash at Pro Trim @ Causeway Point.

LOL. I usually cut my hair at any of those Express Cut places, because I hate hairdressers who take too long pondering over my head.
However, I found the service at Pro Trim to be rather quick and efficient. The rather buxom lady doing my hair managed to wash my hair without getting half my top wet (which was what happened the last time I stepped into a proper salon), trim my hair of frizzy ends and blowdry it to volumized perfection.

All for $28.

I was so pleased, I forgot to take a picture.
*slaps forehead*

Anyway, the fruits of my hard work at Bugis Street today!

Finally, my very own pair of black jeans!
I’ve been meaning to get one since I was like probably 19, but I kept putting them off because.. I FORGOT.

Yes. I will forget about said item until I actually see them before my own eyes.
Does not apply to loved ones, thankfully.

Oh, and I succumbed to getting some of these..

The white-black pair is to match my mostly white and black wardrobe.
The pink ones are specially to match my new pink dress!
And the treble clef ones are to match the treble clef pendant Adlina gave me for my birthday!

Happy, can?!

Those, and a leather and black wrist bands to complete my occasional rock chick look. Heee.

Estimated damage:

Capri top: $15
Jeans: $29
T-shirt: $8.80
Lunch: $11.40
Leather + black wrist bands: $8
Ear studs: $5
Hair service @ Pro Trim: $28

Total: $105.20

Verdict: NOT-SO-BAD.

*stuffs receipts out of Mr’s view*

Oh, and I forgot to get a new mouse. And to think I was within walking distance of Sim Lim. GAWDAMMIT!

Restless me.

The weather has been absolutely scorching in the past few days.
Showers, ice cream and fans going at full blast have done little to appease in the sweltering heat.

The family’s watching TV, with ice cream cones in hand.
And the Mr’s asleep, having skipped class.

And I’m wanting to eat Japanese food.

Having read Aidil & Shaz’s blog, I started to think about ramen, sushi and yakitori.
I’m not a sashimi fan so I’ll pass on that.

Hmmm.
I’ve only ever been to Ramen Ten (which sucketh big time) and Sakae Sushi, so I’m not sure where to go.

The Mr likes Japanese food but hasn’t had any in a VERY LONG time.
Hell, the restaurant he said he last ate at, closed down when I was in secondary 3.

That’s 8 years ago.
Sheesh.

Perhaps tomorrow I shall scour for something.

*twiddles thumbs*

*** Just as I ended this post, the mouse died on me. No, not the hamster. The mouse for the laptop, I mean. It’s not the USB port, I checked. I so hate using the pointing device installed in laptops where you have to keep using your fingers to navigate. I knew I should have bought the glossy red one I saw yesterday at Sim Lim. Dammit.

Oops.

The Mr dragged me to Sim Lim Square today.

He’s the geek, not me, so naturally I wasn’t that excited about going there.
More aptly, I was being a rather crappy girlfriend today.

I sulked about the weather. (IT WAS DAMN HOT OKAY.)
I sulked about being thirsty.
I sulked about the pain in the knees.
I sulked about wearing the wrong t-shirt to suit the weather.
I sulked about wearing my blue jeans instead of the black pair.
I sulked about someone stepping on my shoes in the MRT.

He just laughed and kept trying to make me smile.
Pffft.

We browsed through all the levels before he decided on getting an external SAA 160GB HDD for himself at $86.
I merely walked around on level 5, browsing through shops selling laptop skins (which I thought were very pretty), mouse wraps, and other nifty USB devices. For $18, there are some rather pretty skins for laptops now.
When I did the same for my laptop last year, it cost me $80.
!@#$%&!

 I couldn’t help but feel that I might be the one asking him to accompany me to Sim Lim some other time.

I think I need an external HDD drive for my songs, pictures & PSP games.
And some new laptop skins.
And a cooling pad for my laptop.
And perhaps a digicam as well.
Oh oh, and I think I saw this gorgeous handphone.

Yes, I buy things that are only aesthetically-pleasing to me.
How typical of me.
Yes yes, we shall return to Sim Lim someday. When my pocket is filled.

As we walked out, he said,
“Looks like someone forgot to be cranky already.”

Tsk!

He bought me an early dinner after that,
and then we crashed at his place.

He was putting together the HDD when I realized he couldn’t put the screw in straight.
I saw him getting slightly irritated before I offered to do it for him.

I was halfway done when he wanted to continue doing it.
(I sense the male ego feeling threatened that a girl could possibly put together something better than him.)

Mr: “I can’t seem to put it in la.”
“Well, I suppose since you’re doing it for the first time, the hole might be a little small.”
Mr: “I know, I’m trying!”
“If you can’t do it, then I’m going to do it for you. Sheesh!”
Mr: “Wait la, I don’t want to ruin it. Let me concentrate!”
“Try harder la.”
Mr: “What?”
“Screw harder la!”

His mother (from outside): “What on earth are you two doing in the room?!”

I give up.

I’ve been trying very hard to be anonymous.

The whole running away, and changing of URL and everything.

But it seems random people are still finding me out, HERE!
Korang lagik terrer dari FBI/CIA/ISD/KGB and what-nots okay?

Okay okay, you people win.

Come to think of it. I only wanted TWO people to get lost.

I don’t care anymore. Link me up if you guys want to.
Besides, there’s no tagboard here. Only a comment section, which is moderated by me.
Therefore, I have more control over it than the previous blog.

So go ahead, link me up if you want.

It’s hard being ‘popular’, no?

HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Not-so-good Saturday morning.

Woke up this morning to find the kitchen table filled with all sorts of confectionaries.

Custard puffs..
Egg tarts..
Fresh cream eclairs..
Banana walnut cake..
Marble cake..
Even karipap..

God, how is one supposed to stay healthy in the family home if this is what is laid out before breakfast?!

So after my shower, I came up with the maha gatal idea of going for a slow run from home to the nearby stadium, and back.

Did some mild stretching at home and then I was off.

Barely FIVE steps and the left knee started shooting pangs of pain up the whole leg.
Damn it man, isn’t it about damn time already?
Haven’t I been doing things right? CMP / Runner’s Knee is such a bitch, I tell you.

I slowed down, and the pain went away.
But I wondered.. What if..

I just had to.
I ran. Downhill.

So far, so good.

Then pain came SUDDENLY, in both knees.

It was so bad.
Hell, I swear I saw stars.
I’m pretty sure both my eyes rolled back before I collapsed on the grass.

Sigh.
Thankfully I brought my EZ link card.

So I took the bus back home.
For a grand distance of ONE bus stop.

!@#$%&*!

Absolutely beautiful.

I suppose that when I die, angels should sound like him.
(Just not singing Pie Jesu, of course. Hey, it’s MY version of Heaven, isn’t it?)

Oh, and assuming I’d end up in Heaven in the first place.
HAHAHAHA.

Fame = Women + Booze + Fun

Fame = Women + Booze + Fun

Is that what the music and movie industry is trying to prove nowadays?
Why?

It doesn’t matter if you look like crap.
(Or stand short, for that matter.)
Once you’re famous, you can pick the best of the women to star in your video, and they’d be more than willing to fall all over you.

Gee.

And if you’re a female star, you’d be able to pick the most good-looking fella to star as your object of affection.

Artistes like these portray a life on video, that seems as if THIS is the way to be livin’ it up.
What’s so wrong with the normal life?
Oh yeah, because it’s NORMAL = mundane.

So anyway, one of the guys in the video, known as Static Major (the one with the cornrows, not the dreadlocked fella), actually died somewhere in February, hence the dedication of the video to him at the very end.

Found this on Wikipedia, regarding his death.
Oh, and he already has a wife. (How NORMAL is that?)

Garrett died on February 25, 2008 in his hometown of Louisville, Kentucky. The cause of death was due to complications from a botched medical procedure performed at Baptist East Hospital in Louisville. It was originally suspected to be due to a brain aneurism, but it was just a rumor which was confirmed by one of his relatives and announced by his former Playa bandmate Smoke Digglera..

“There have been many different speculations about the death of my brother, Stephen Ellis “Static/Major” Garrett. I write this blog entry to set the record straight. I, also, ask that you direct all to this blog for the truth. I spoke to my sister-in-law, Static’s wife, yesterday at the funeral, and she, again, permits me to do this. She, also, wants all to know “the truth in the booth.” On the day of February 25th, Static was in Atlanta, and began to feel sick. His desire was to go home (Louisville, Kentucky) to be around family and seek medical attention. He had a virus. I, still, don’t know what the name of this virus was, but it was not a life-threatening issue, I do know. This particular virus affects the muscles, throat (quivering of the voice), as well as, causes drooping of the eye. He had no history of illnesses or anything of that nature. Anyone that knows Static, knows that he didn’t like hospitals. He suffered the death of his sister in the late 80’s, when we first met, and had a conscious or phobia about hospitals. I’m sure he’s not the only one. I, now, have that conscious. But, he knew he needed medical attention to become well.

When he admitted himself to Baptist Hospital East in Louisville, Kentucky, the doctors presented him with medicine that would treat the virus. The treatment was taking the medicine through a shunt, in the neck, which treats more severe cases of this virus. Quicker than taking pills for days. Though, he didn’t want the shunt, the doctors insisted that he treat it this way. The treatment was a form of dialysis to filter the blood of the virus.

He called his mom and told her, “Mama, something doesn’t feel right. It hurts.” When the doctor’s were made aware that the shunt was hurting him, they took it out……it was over! When taking the shunt out, they took it out in the wrong manner that resulted in damaging the artery. He bled to death! They killed my brother, his wife’s husband, his kids’ father, his mom’s son, and the world’s musical inspiration.

His death was ruled “accidental”. He didn’t have to die! But, I will say this. In situations like these, I feel that it was time to go home. And, it’s not our decision on whether or not to stay. There is one thing that’s guaranteed in this life, and that is, we all have to die, in some point and time, and in some way or another.

The moral of this story is do not put off for tomorrow what u could do today! Yesterday is gone and tomorrow is not promised! Do whatever it is that you have to do and whatever it is that you want to do TODAY! I will be writing more on Static/Major, due to the fact that I, regardless, am highly upset and disappointed in Baptist Hospital East and their procedures on Monday, February 25, 2008.”

- Smoke Digglera

See, this is exactly why I believe that going to hospitals will actually send you to the grave much faster. If the medicines don’t kill you, or the procedure, then it’s gonna be the staff.

Or maybe even the food. Bleargh.

Thursday today.

Dropped by MDIS today, to meet up with my lecturer for my module project on Techniques of Professional Speaking & Writing, Mr Saul Naidu.

We’ve been putting it off for about two weeks now, due to his reservist duty and my laziness so I finally decided to get it over and done with today.

Since it was still early, I went to the canteen and pondered over what to have for a light snack at 1 in the afternoon.

Conversation with the coffee auntie:
“Auntie, kaya toast please.” (Toasted bread with butter and egg jam)
Auntie: “How many?”
“Errr? What’s the minimum?”
Auntie: “You want 1 or 2 slices?”
“Oh in the case, I’ll have 1.”
Auntie: “Minimum must buy 2.”
“…….. Okay then 2.”
Auntie: (screams to colleague) “Kaya toast!”
“….!&@#$%!….”

This has happened TWICE okay!

So anyway, I finally found Saul in Blk G, Lecture Theater 101. Fished out my file and stack of papers to show him and waited.
To which he grandly pulled out his pen and scribbled a few illegible words (I assume they are) on my papers and told me that I only had to add in two more pages for content and I’d be good to go.

A grand total of 5 minutes.
I could have wept.

I tried to maintain a smiley face as I left campus, all the while fuming inside and making my way home, a 40-minute ride via MRT.
I knew he was one of the eccentric ones, but I didn’t know he’d pester me for two weeks for 5 MINUTES.
Excuse me while I scream.

Why Men Die First.

If you put a woman on a pedestal and try to protect her from the rat race… you’re a male chauvinist.
If you stay home and do the housework… you’re a pansy.
If you work too hard… there’s never any time for her.
If you don’t work enough… you’re a good-for-nothing bum.
If she has a boring repetitive job with low pay… this is exploitation..
If you have a boring repetitive job with low pay… you should get off your lazy behind and find something better.
If you get a promotion ahead of her… that is favoritism.
If she gets a job ahead of you… it’s equal opportunity.
If you mention how nice she looks… it’s sexual harassment.
If you keep quiet… it’s male indifference.
If you cry… you’re a wimp.
If you don’t… you’re an insensitive bastard.
If you make a decision without consulting her… you’re a chauvinist.
If she makes a decision without consulting you… she’s a liberated woman.
If you ask her to do something she doesn’t enjoy…  that’s domination.
If SHE asks you… it’s a favor.
If you appreciate the female form and frilly underwear… you’re a pervert.
If you don’t… you’re gay.
If you like a woman to shave her legs and keep in shape… you’re a sexist.
If you don’t… you’re unromantic.
If you try to keep yourself in shape… you’re vain.
If you don’t… you’re a slob.
If you buy her flowers… you’re after something.
If you don’t… you’re not thoughtful.
If you’re proud of your achievements… you’re full of yourself.
If you don’t… you’re not ambitious.
If she has a headache… she’s tired.
If you have a headache… you don’t love her anymore.
If you want it too often… you’re oversexed.
If you don’t… there must be someone else.
 
Men die first because they want to.