Thursday, July 31, 2008
He asks, "When will the shelves arrive?"
...Erm...4 days ago?
I keep meaning to write a post about men and vision. Did you know that studies have shown that men REALLY don’t have eyes for certain types of details?
If I weren’t in such a panic over this paper I have to send in by Friday, I’d research it right now and link you to a great article on this fascinating topic. BUT, for now, trust me (and overlook the fact that I’m no doctor and barely know a thing about men or marriage)–men can’t visually perceive the same details women do. In fact, basically, I think one could say it this way: Men can’t visually perceive details. This is why when they vacuum, it looks like no one has vacuumed. Same reason as when they beam with pride after fixing dinner despite the grease dripping from the kitchen ceiling and smushed food crap all over the floor–it’s not that messes don’t bother men; it goes a little deeper–they can’t even see the messes.
ANYWAY, Saturday last weekend we headed to IKEA to get ourselves a bookcase/shelf to get all my uni readers from last semester off the already crowded study, coffee and dining table (yes, that's how much I have to read in one semester) and make way for new readers starting next week. We had to get the shelves delivered because it was just too long/big to fit into our car (a Lexus ES300). We’ve had our wonderful new shelves for well over a week now which I assembled all by myself. It would take years before the bf would get round to assembling it if I had relied on him to assemble it. They are beautiful and I LOVE them sooooo much.
Several days ago, I mentioned to the bf that we’d gotten the shelves. Granted, this was a quick conversation, and he seemed preoccupied. But whatever. We’re busy, as you probably are–there’s just not always time for hour-long updates about stuff like furniture. Also note that the shelves are in a separate room, the study. But the study is where I spend most of the night in and the bf does walk in and out throughout the night to say hello. And I always leave the study door open so the bf could get a look even when he came home (still very late). Not to mention, all of the junk (books, DVD covers) that had been under the coffee table suddenly disappeared because it went onto our beautiful new shelves.
So, after literally 3-4 days of me beaming over our new shelves, the bf texts me, “So, did they deliver the shelves yet?”
For those of you who understand Hokkien,
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
For every rule, there is an exemption.
I once read this in Chicken Soup for the Soul when I was in high school. Lost track of when exactly, but this kinda stuck on me.
Ten Rules for Being Human
by Cherie Carter-Scott
1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it's yours to keep for the entire period.
2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called "life".
3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The "failed" experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately "work".
4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When yo have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.
5. Learning lessons does not end. There's no part of life that doesn't contain its lessons. If you're alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.
6. "There" is no better place than "here". When your "there" has become a "here", you will simply obtain another "there" that will again look better than "here".
7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.
8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.
9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life's questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.
10. You will forget all this.
Monday, July 28, 2008
On top of the lighthouse we feel the breeze caress the very essence of our humanity. The wind cascades down our emotions as we stare longingly at the vast ocean that stretches before us. Miles and miles of water beneath us. Who are we? What are we? Looking up at velvet sky we see a great expanse of nothingness with meaningless flaws. We drown in the world. We drown without a fight, knowing neither time nor space could save us. This inevitable process of dying into the world heightens our spirits with the will to live. Yet, have we found the answers to our existence? Debatable. Never just a fact. Never finite. We liken our lives to those of the noble. Only we never really dive to the very meaning of their works. We’re a push pin wanting to belong to the corkboard of socialites. Our superficiality has given as a feigned notion of reality. Clouded visions have deliberately guided us to the labyrinth of known comfort and selfishness. We have forgotten the immensity of love. Of charity and faith.
This love that people tend to talk about nowadays is tainted. The love that we know today is so exclusive. The world now revolves around two people. Time stops. They say they know love. They say it’s the greatest feeling ever — the one where you can sing in the wrong key and you won’t care. Because your beloved is there. But I say, you know not of love. Not when you haven’t shared it with the world, not when you haven’t turned your exclusiveness into one that could save lives.
The world now trembles in the hands of those who have known to love only exclusively.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
When sorry is just not right. 1. Never apologize for pursuing what makes you happy. Even if you need to quit your job, transfer schools, or move across country, always do what you really want.
2. Never apologize for using proper English. Keeping it real doesn't mean speaking Ebonics.
3. Never apologize for giving your best in a relationship that just didn't work out.
4. Never apologize for being successful. Only haters want to keep you at their level.
5. Never apologize for crying. Wear waterproof mascara and express yourself.
6. Never apologize for the ten pounds you need to lose. People who truly care about you will accept you as you are.
7. Never apologize for being frugal. Just because you save your money instead of blowing it on the latest fashion emergency doesn't mean you're cheap.
8. Don't apologize for being a single mum. Babies are a blessing.
9. Never apologize for treating yourself to something special. Sometimes you have to show yourself some appreciation.
10. Never apologize for leaving an abusive relationship. Your safety should always be a priority.
11. Never apologize for keeping the ring even if you did not get married.
12. Never apologize for setting high standards in a relationship. You know what you can tolerate and what simply gets on your nerves.
13. Never apologize for saying NO.
14. Never apologize for asking for what you want in bed. If you don't, then who will?
15. Never apologize for wearing a weave or braids. You bought it so it's yours.
16. Never apologize to your new friends about old friends. There's a reason she's been your girl from day one.
17. Never apologize for ordering dessert or more than one dessert.
18. Never apologize for dating outside your race. Just because you found Mr. Right across the color line doesn't mean you don't love your brothers.
19. Never apologize for demanding respect. You are to always be treated as a queen.
20. Never apologize for not knowing how to cook. Even if you can't burn it like grandma, you know how to order good take out.
21. Never apologize for your taste in clothes. It's your style.
22. Never apologize for changing your mind, it is your prerogative.
23. Never apologize for making a decision from your heart, even if others don't agree. You have to live with the consequences not them.
24. Never apologize for making more money than your man, you work hard and you deserve to get paid.
25. Never apologize for being you!
**NOTE** A little something mum forwarded to my inbox.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Ever notice when you blow in a dog's face, she gets mad at you. But when you take her for a car ride, she sticks her head out of the window?Molly, is one of those dogs who enjoys feeling the wind in her hair (If only we had a convertible haha).
But when me or the bf starts blowing in her face, she gets her knickers in a twist and tries to snap at our noses (her aiming's pretty good too).
Like we all know, if Molly's not happy, she won't even hesitate for a second to show the whole world exactly that.
Born a drama queen, just like her mom (maybe).
ZERO SCHMEERO.Because we need to be reminded of the fact that we are indeed human.
I try to be understanding. I try to be discreet.
I try to be innately good most of the times.
Not because people require me to do so, but because sometimes it actually feels good to do that random act of kindness jamboree. I wear no halo, no concealed wings on my back either. But there's this evil in me I struggle to veil every once in a while.
I do not like saying things when I'm in rage, it brings further complication and regret. Tonight though, that slipped.
No cancer-sticks. No alcohol. Just pizza, nachos, and a glass full of banana shake. It is all I need to boost my morale and step up for that one tiny thing I've been trying to reach since god knows when. There's a time for everything.
And tonight, I've decided to rest and have a full blown sleep. Just like that of Tuesday. I'm throwing that caution to Pluto. Now I move on to a brighter side of life.
Too much of something is bad enough. Too much of nothing is just as tough.
I am waiting ever so patiently for The Sims 2 + expansion packs to finish downloading (hopefully by 4pm today). I think it has around 8 expansion packs if I'm not wrong, so it's a rather big 8.83Gb file.
I haven't been playing Sims2 for about a year now and Shan's post made me itch to build mansions with unlimited money (thank god for whoever invented cheats!). As I've mentioned before, I do get obsessed easily so I really can't wait for the download + install to finish; the download's running at 193kb/s now.
Hurry up BitTorrent!
Friday, July 25, 2008
Be confused. Be very confused.
I tried and I still am trying.
I didn't see this one coming or maybe I did turn a blind eye to it. I never wanted it to be this way. I've always pictured having a harmonious scenario when it comes to this. For a moment there it felt like nothing can go wrong and it seems that PERFECT is not just a work anymore. Days pass, months...slowly,it started to change and so does everything else. Some started to shatter and the bliss i once knew started to drift away. I have endured this for months, I kept believing that it's going to change and soon everything will be back to normal.
I lost hope, I'm not gonna lie. I was on the verge of giving up. I was there. Fate was waiting for me to jump. The wind is pushing my foot to step forward but I didn't. I stayed. Through it all, I stayed because I have faith. I believed. I'm having episodes. I'm not entertaining the thought but it haunts me. I DON'T WANT TO BE IN IT. It will be totally different with missing pieces. It wouldn't make much sense. Heck, it woudn't at all.
I'm fighting. The devils in my head are creeping into the veins of my emotions. I won't let them win. I won't let them in. Let the good and bad collide.
HERE is HERE.
Labels: life, personal, random, thoughts
Thursday, July 24, 2008
A Winter Book Review.
No, not the kind of book review your teacher's at high school used to tell you to write. Here are another two of my winter best friends.
EQUINOX by Michael White
A brutal murder. A three-hundred-year conspiracy. A deadly secret. Equinox is a riveting story of Laura Niven as tries to find a muse to her mystery thriller novels. As she trudges down the lanes of her past life in Oxford, she soon finds herself more intricately wrapped-up in a real life murder case of sliced up throats and missing organs.
Equinox didn’t really satisfy my craving for page-turning. In fact, it reminded me of an all too familiar plot of an all too famous bestselling author — Dan Brown. Even the cover reminded me of Angels and Demons. Truth be told, I already predicted the ending based on Dan Brown’s repetitive plot. The novel’s point of view held similar characteristics to Dan Brown’s novels too. Setting the Dan Brown controversy aside, this book is quite a good read. It can satisfy your shallow craving for thrill, but it will never satisfy the hardcore. It’s historical references were quite dull too. Sorry Michael White, but you just didn’t pass my review.
CAN YOU KEEP A SECRET? by Sophie Kinsella
Emma Corrigan is your typical struggling-to-be-promoted junior marketing executive with a fear of flying. Once she gets on board a plane after quite the disastrous meeting, she begins to panic as the plane hits turbulence. Due to her panic, she begins spilling her innermost secrets about her work and her G-strings to a complete stranger. How lucky was she to find out that this complete stranger is actually the CEO of the company she works for! So much for that promotion.
Sophie Kinsella, renowned for her chick lit series Confessions of a Shopaholic, has once again captured the hearts of the happy-go-lucky with this almost “sitcom” novel. An easy read, this is perfect for relaxing and getting a kick out off others’ misfortune. Probably a great read when you have nothing better to do, when you’re having a lazy day on the beach or when you just need a good stress-reliever.
Labels: book, Can you keep a secret, Equinox, Michael White, review, Sophie Kinsella
"World's oldest blogger" dies in Australia.
This is how far behind I am when it comes to local news. I buy the papers every couple of days with the motive of keeping up with the news (which is supposed to benefit me in my writing). However, it's only on Sunday that I get the chance to sit down on the lounge and browse through for interesting articles.
SYDNEY (AFP) - An Australian woman described as the world's oldest Internet blogger has died at the age of 108 after posting a final message about singing "a happy song" in her nursing home.
Olive Riley "passed away peacefully on July 12 and will be mourned by thousands of Internet friends and hundreds of descendants and other relatives," a note on her website said.
Riley had posted more than 70 entries on her blog from Woy Woy on the east coast since February last year, sharing her thoughts on modern life and her experiences living through the entire 20th century.
Born in the outback town of Broken Hill (SA) on October 20 1899, she lived through two world wars and raised three children while doing various jobs, including ranch cook and barmaid.
In her final post on June 26, she wrote: "I can't believe I've been here in this nursing home for more than a week.
"How the days have flown, even though I've been in bed most of the time. I still feel weak, and can't shake off that bad cough.
"Penny, who's in the next bed to mine, had a visit one day this week from her daughter, who's a professional singer. Guess what happened! She and I sang a happy song, as I do every day, and before long we were joined by several nurses, who sang along too. It was quite a concert!"
Riley's blog, initially on www.allaboutolive.com.au and more recently at http://worldsoldestblogger.blogspot.com, was "mind-blowing to her," her great-grandson Darren Stone said.
"She had people communicating with her from as far away as Russia and America on a continual basis, not just once in a while," he told the national AAP news agency.
"She enjoyed the notoriety -- it kept her mind fresh."
Labels: Australia, death, oldest blogger, Olive Riley
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
The benefit of reading Yahoo! updates.
Simply because I do enjoy food a lot and am currently trying to go on a very strict diet.
With the countless number of scrumptious food surrounding us, it's really quite hard to tell which is healthy, and which is just a plain tasty treat. I am guilty of ignoring nutrients and ingredients of the food I put in my mouth. In my 20 years of living, I have experienced the infinite number of diets that has surfaced this superficial world. Well, my body could do without some fat.
Did you know that yogurt can actually pass for dessert rather than a "healthy snack" because of too much sugar?
I for one did not know that. I'm affected though. I enjoy them. Thanks to Nestlé .
6 Diet Busters: Healthy-Sounding Foods That Really Aren’t
Stumbled upon this article a while ago at the beginning of my holidays.
Read entire article here
1. Energy bars
Couldn't care less. I hardly ever eat them :)
Same goes here.
I love green leafy salads! So, salads having 580 calories, 30 grams fat, 7 grams saturated fat is a complete shock to me. That's like having a Double Cheeseburger from McDonald's!
Its fruit, it's healthy, until you swirl it with 69 grams of sugar. Freshly-squeezed juices is still the best option.
5. Sushi Rolls
While some treat sushi as their comfort food *ahem* some on the other hand do not fancy the 500 calories and 16 grams of fat come with it.
The sugar removes the nutrition in this snack.
Sugar! Sugar is the antagonist after all!
Into the bin goes all my yogurt.
Labels: diet, health, Yahoo
I HATE, I HATE, I HATE this semester's timetable.
6pm-8pm: Creative and Feature Writing for the Media-Seminar
(Classes at night in the middle of winter??? Are you fucking crazy???)
3pm-4pm: Professional & Technical Writing-Lecture
(Have to drive all the way to uni for just ONE HOUR of lecture-with petrol prices hitting AUSD1.73/litre, HOW AWESOME IS THAT?)
9am-11am: Digital Illustration Design-Practical
11am-1pm: Professional & Technical Writing-Tutorial
2pm-4pm: Advanced Desktop Publishing Layout & Design-Practical
(Now, this to me is a very packed day. Not looking forward to Thursdays, EVER!)
I guess having Mondays and Fridays off make up for the shitty timetable I got this semester. All thanks to me for procrastinating and enrolling in classes LATER than others.
*NOTE* I just realized that my uni contact hours are only 9 hours a week! Just like last semester! Haha! How cool is that?
I love my course to bits.
No exams some more!
Labels: timetable, uni
Molly @ 8 weeks (sleeping like an angel).
“Poor sleep has a price. Millions of individuals struggle to stay alert at home, in school, on the job - and on the road. Tragically, fatigue contributes to more than 100,000 police-reported highway crashes, causing 71,000 injuries and 1,500 deaths each year in the United States alone.” The average life span of a human in our society today is 66 years. The optimal sleeping time set by scientists and doctors all over the world is 8 hours per day – that means, in an ideal reality, we should get 190080 hours of sleep. That’s also equal to sleeping for 7920 days straight—almost 33% of our lives! Sadly or thankfully – depending on how you see it, our world ain’t any Utopia. We don’t live in an ideal world – we don’t live in a perfect world. A lot of people don’t get to sleep and poor sleep has a price.
We are not ignorant of the fact that there are men every day in business suits generating each and every denomination of money there ever was. We aren’t oblivious to the fact that there are students just like you and me fussing over the ala-Empire State building stack of projects and requirements (that we usually do deliberately at the last minute) our tutors ask us to do. All these hullabaloo that we’re all oh-so-deeply immersed in, usually sends us to a completely alternate universe. Well, maybe not completely, but alien enough to make our minds forget about time, and forget our sleeping times. We are all so caught up in the importance of getting that promotion (for those who are working) or needing that mark (a HD grade on a project) so badly (for the students) since it’s practically dictated by our society that these things are essential.
Though, it is true these are crucial, we tend to forget the equally vital. We disregard the other side of life. The side where we actually have to live as the normal animals that nature has dictated us to be. As I’ve read in Wikipedia and as, I’m sure, the nearest Biology teacher (or any other sane person to you) will say, regular sleep is necessary for survival.
Sleep increases our mortality. Those people sleeping for 4-6 hours have practically the same fatality rates as those who are moderately obese, so as those sleeping for more than 9 hours. People who sleep 8 hours a day, have a better chance at living – decreasing their risks of accidents and giving them a better immune system.
Though, I’m not telling you to completely disregard your efforts for your promotion or your project, I’m simply saying that we should prioritize and mark sleep in our organizers, even our imaginary ones. I’m pretty sure that cutting your chatting time short, or your SDO sessions with your friends wouldn’t hurt. Moreover, I’m sure you’d be more relieved to start your projects right away when it’s given. End procrastination and SLEEP.
And here I am, finishing up this article,
the clock blaring – 3:00 am.
I’m going to die early. Definitely.
Labels: Molly, puppy, sleep
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
A story of love, lust, lies, murder and loyalty, “The Godfather” by Mario Puzo is a tale of strategically plotted secrets and a detailed account of what people would do for power.
(WARNING! This post contains spoilers. It doesn’t ruin the story though, I think.)
Don Vito Corleone is the boss. Often regarded with respect as Godfather, he is the leader of one of the most powerful (Mafia) families in the country. Sollozo, a Turk who decides to enter the drug business, orders the Grandfather to be shot after a deal gone wrong — rather, a deal that got nowhere. Because of this Santino Corleone, the Don’s eldest, took over the family business for the meantime and worked to avenge his father’s downfall. A loop of sudden treachery, shocking murders and tricky business unfolds right before your eyes as Mario Puzo manages to tell the story so vividly.
For the longest of time the book sat on my desk unnoticed. I thought it boring and pointless, reading a page now and then but never really taking interest. I let books pass. I read a lot of chick lit books — easy reading to pass the time, you know? I don’t know what compelled me to finally pick up the book and finish it. Sheer boredom during the winter break maybe? Destiny? Whatever “force” pushed me led me to a completely marvelous book I’d never forget.
Mario Puzo has a way with words. The words just work for him and just spins itself into a legacy of well....a wonderful story! He gave life to names. He gave life to the people in his story and actually gave them each their character. In a way, he gave individuality to each of his characters yet intertwining their stories with not much difficult comprehension. He’ll make you feel what the characters feel. He’ll shock you, amaze you. It can even go as far as feeling respect to the fictional character of the Don.
I love the way he laid the story out. He didn’t write it down straight. He used twists and turns to form the story — flashbacks, different perspectives. It really worked for the novel.
He gave the story dimension. Not only did it focus on murder, murder, murder — it gave light on love, marriage, respect, drugs, business, culture and a lot of different scenes.
Despite it being about a Mafia (which actually appeals to me; I love the concept of Mafias), it taught me a lot of things about life. “Life is beautiful,” — nothing more precise than what the Don said. Despite the page-turning it actually got me thinking how fragile life is. Anger can lead to death. One bullet can take away your life. Your body can turn it's back on your and just suddenly stop functioning. So used the phrase is now, but what could be more true? Live life to the fullest.
It's served on a platter, the reality of our world — the deepest, darkest secrets of our dirty, dirty world.
This book will not be a waste of your time, I assure you.
Labels: book, review, the Godfather
Five more days to savor before I go back to the this hell-hole I call UNIVERSITY.
I’m not liking the idea of going back to uni. I feel as if we only had the normal Saturday-Sunday weekend break and every day is just like the normal Sunday evening where we cram and do all the stuff we need at the last moment.
I can’t believe winter has gone by so fast, too fast even. One and a half month of holidays gone just like that. This may not be the most exciting winter I ever had in my whole life (nothing can beat going back during the holidays), I mean, we didn’t get to hit any beaches because it was far too cold and I wasn’t able to go out with my friends much (most had exams just when my holidays started, then some went back home, some busy working) but this winter, I had my two favourite babies to accompany me rot at home and that could practically replace all those.
I've just realized I’ve been at home for most of the winter and most of the time I’m either online or reading. Online, most of the time.
Labels: holidays, uni, UniSA
Leave it to the wind.
I think part of the reason why the hold onto something so tight for so long
is because of the fear that something so great
will never happen twice.
I'm building a new road.
Care to join me?
Labels: life, personal, random, thoughts
Monday, July 21, 2008
Just got lucky.
The bad weather has made me all cranky and emotional. Rain usually excites me but right now I feel like crawling under the doona and hiding there for the rest of the day.
There are some things that make me realize, sometimes it's just not worth it.
Introvert. I steer clear of the public eye when I don't feel my eager side bouncing to a new level.
I'm still having bouts of insomnia. Yeah, pretty much nothing has changed.
Plus, shit in between.
Friends who will join me over a Grande Classic Chocolate Frappucino.
Friends who never get tired of my whining.
Friends who are always willing to listen.
Friends who are willing to drown over a glass of Lindemands Kriek Lambic at the Belgium Bar.
Friends who no matter what will always, always be there.
Friends who love me till the end.
Strangers who understand that one solitary "hey".
You can never be too unlucky in this world.
I guess I'm just THAT blessed.
Labels: downs, friends, luck, ups
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Faces. I'm pissed.
This is me.
Labels: expressions, faces, life, personal, random, thoughts
I have found my god-given gift!!! You know what I love catching? The times when a girl will blow her nose into a tissue... nothing crazy about that. BUT WAIT I'M NOT DONE. After that, she will open up the tissue and look at what she just made. She wants to see how much snizz she got out. Oh, that is my FAVOURITE. I think a reason why I like it so much is because up until Year 4, when I saw LB do it, I thought I was the only one that looked at my bouche. Looks like I was wrong, I was dead wrong. Today when I did it, I opened up the tissue and a beautiful design of a butterfly was there on the tissue paper. I was so excited to see that I had made my own work of art. This all happened while I was pooping =)
Don't spend major time with minor people.
If there are people in your life that continually disappoint you, break promises, and stomp on your dreams, too judgmental, have different values and don’t have your back during difficult times…that is not a friend.
To have a friend, be a friend. Sometimes in life as you grow, your friends will either grow or go. Surround yourself with people who reflect values, goals interests and lifestyle. At first you think you’re going to be alone, but after a while new people show up in your life that make your life so much sweeter and easier to endure.
Remember what our elders used to say,
‘Birds of a feather flock together. If you’re an eagle, don’t hang around chickens: Chickens Can’t Fly!'
This goes out to my darlings,
Sonia & Shan
who both have had a rough week..
Saturday, July 19, 2008
I WANT to go home!!!
Even if it's for a week.
But... I HATE plane rides.
Getting the window seat and meeting the captain used to be things I looked forward to as a kid. It used to be an adventure. But as I got used to the less than satisfactory experience of economy class traveling, long international flights (7 hours from Adelaide to KL is pretty fucking long for me) have transformed into the part I dread most about my vacations.
The food on the plane is horrendous, but I force myself to eat the dry bread, the yucky salad and the chicken parmesan that doesn’t taste like chicken parmesan (and everything’s supposed to taste like chicken right?) just because I can't be bothered to get take aways or eat prior to the flight. The complementary salted nuts and choice of soda don't do my appetite any good either.
I hate those planes that only have TVs above the aisle. It forces me to look up the whole time and squint to read the subtitles that my neck and eyes just end up getting sore. Sometimes the headphones being handed out don’t even work properly. It’s impossible to be entertained if you can only hear out of one earjack.
I figured out that the best way to make long flights seem as short as possible is to sleep my way through it. I force myself to stay up the night before I travel so that I’ll end up dozing off as soon as I get on board the plane. Still, the closeness of each cabin seat makes me feel claustrophobic and uneasy. The person sitting right next to me might have bad breath and a tendency to snore or talk way too much. The airplane is not a place to make new friends and learn each other’s life stories.
The (all up) 9 hour plane ride back to Miri will most likely include a combination of the things that really annoy me. The process after it – passing through customs, waiting forever at the baggage claim and having to adjust to another time zone – that’s more than enough stress to erase the pleasant mood out of my trip.
So...on second thought, I'd rather just rot in Adelaide for another two weeks and be with my babies. And then it's back to the hell hole I call UNIVERSITY.
Labels: aeroplane, holidays
To be truly happy, you must let go of what it means to be happy or content.
Do we measure it through wealth, friends, health, or do we have that invisible body meter that goes *ding ding ding!* when you've reached that certain degree of happiness? The word is extremely overrated. It's at weddings, birthdays, anniversaries, Easter, and the list goes even further and further. The only time the word is not uttered is during All Saints day or when someone close to you dies (heaven forbid). Anyway, what bugs me is if people do actually know what they mean when they say the word happy.
Maybe happiness is suppose to be a short term emotion. Maybe its just like contentment. Maybe we're not suppose to feel contentment at all because then, otherwise we're just a bunch of lunatics living without passion, without dreams, without hope, and without something better to look forward to. Maybe when we feel happiness all the time we'd later lose its value.
Oh! The whys and the whats and the maybes of life.
Theo! If you're reading this, stop preaching to me every night! Makes me think in circles haha
Living with Guys (Part 2) Something that completely boggles my mind is why guys always have their hands down their pants. And by that I mean in the front of their pants, not their pockets. They'll be standing in front of half a dozen people and will just casually do it. I know it's winter and our hands get cold, but what's the deal?
Sorry there isn't any photo to demonstrate what I mean, but no one was a willing volunteer LOL! Hope you get my gist anyway.
Labels: guys, house, life, thoughts
Just got back from the vet.
Things are not looking good for Molly's wound at the moment.
Vet said that her body was rejecting the stitches so the area around it was all red and lumpy. The stitches had to be taken out one week early. The wound itself has not yet healed properly so right now it looks disgustingly horrible. Was given an antibiotic lotion with a bit of local anesthetic in it, so hopefully that will help heal the wound a bit quicker.
I just hope that Molly will sit still and rest so the wound doesn't split open. What a nightmare that would be if it did happen. Also have to keep Milo far away from her so that he doesn't get tempted to start any play-fights with her, being the extremely playful/active puppy he is now.
Not happy, jan.
Labels: Molly, puppy, stitches, surgery, wound
It's been the second night in a row that I've been woken up at 4.30am by the puppies and can't get back to sleep.
Last night it was Milo who heard some noise outside and decided to run out of the room and stand at the sliding door barking for all he was worth! Not only that, he decided to drag his bed (also Molly's pink bed) there and hung around there for the rest of the night. What a guard dog. A 3.8kg guard dog. If only he knew that pink are for girlies haha
And tonight, it was Molly's turn to wake me up. Apparently, the house's central heating was left on and the bedroom did get a tad bit too hot. Molly barked a couple of times demanding that her mummy wakes up, mummy finds Molly panting and realizes that she's too hot. So mummy sleep-walks through the hallway hoping that she doesn't bump into any walls to turn off the heater. And being the ever so good mummy she is, mummy also brought a measuring cup of water to Molly, who was on the bed, so she could have a drink! (I've been using a measuring cup to make sure Molly gets enough fluids during the day because since the surgery she's decided to become Miss Bitch-of-the-Century by refusing to eat OR drink unless given to her right in front of her face by her mummy).
If I don't get back to sleep soon I'm going to be one hell of an exhausted mummy. Have to get up at 8am, send the bf to work, and bring Molly to the vet to get her stitches checked out which I noticed have become rather red and lumpy last night. Exhausted mummy = bitchy mummy. And the bf definitely does not like a bitchy mummy.
*sigh* The lengths I go to for these puppies.
Please puppies, don't wake me up again tomorrow night. Sleep soundly throughout the night like you did as babies.
Labels: Milo, Molly, puppies, sleep
Friday, July 18, 2008
Rap Lyrics get 'HAUTE' and heavy!
I have been listening to some of my favorite rap tunes and I realized: I love it when rappers or singers use high-end designer names in their songs to further remind us that they are richer than us.
But there are some songs that just do a really damn good job of incorporating high-end designers…
Here’s an excerpt from a remix of “Hotel” by Cassidy featuring Trina and R. Kelly:
(for your convenience, I have bold-faced all the fashion designers and references to luxury lifestyle)
Miss Trina and I’m off the chain
And you know I do my thing in the Vera Wang
So fresh, so clean 20 karat pinky ring
I’m the baddest chick in Alexander McQueen
I’m back on the scene da chick of your dreams
You making me cream and you love how I scream
Now yous a real playa Cassidy
But tell the truth you don’t know a b*tch as bad as me
After the party is the after party
In the penthouse suite and we actin naughty
Dis chicks so nice, got the cris so nice
In the hotel room thoia thoing all night
And you know I’m ready, La’ Perle teddy
Rock the boat steady till I’m hot and sweaty
In the hotel motel make you wanna go tell
Your homeboys how I put it on you so well
This portion of the song was performed by Trina (a.k.a. THE BADDEST BITCH)…and she certainly is the BADDEST because any female M.C. that incorporate fashion designers Alexander McQueen AND Vera Wang in her lyrics is good in my book! Trina definitely gets some fab points from me - and ain’t she hot?!
The next set of “haute” lyrics comes from R&B diva-of-all-trades, Beyonce and her remix to “In Da Club” originally sung by 50 Cent:
I’m the chick with the hot *ish, Manolo Blahnik
Jimmy Choo kicks, killin’ it, who you with?
Me and my girls at the party with the diamond Zinati’s
I’m that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body
I’m that fly chick 5′6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabulous, glamorous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel Louis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin’ vintage Pucci
Manolo Blahnik? Jimmy Choo? Marc Jacobs? Louis Vuitton? Pucci? Beyonce definitely knows her stuff! She gets two snaps with a twist and a kiss!
As much as I like how they used such prominent luxe names in their songs, the skeptical side of me is asking, “are these just shameless bouts of product placement? Do they get a Louis Vuitton bag every time they say `Louis Vuitton’?”
If that were the case, I’d have like over 100 LV bags by now.
Labels: Alexander McQueen, Beyonce, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton, lyrics, Manolo Blahnik, Marc Jacobs, Pucci, rap, Trina, Vera Wang
Gladiator Sandals Spring/Summer 2008 Trend: Yay or Nay?
Mia Rome, USD74 at Zappos.com
Ever since the movie “Gladiator” came out, women have been donning strap-happy gladiator style sandals as if they were ready to go into a last-woman standing chariot battle complete with tigers, maces, bows, arrows and Gucci handbags.
The gladiator sandal epidemic has become widespread, but when is a sandal too strappy? By that, I am referring to those sandals that creep up the leg and end at the knee.
Is this an endangered trend? Or is it one that we can expect to see a couple more seasons?
Labels: fashion, Gladiator, Mia Rome, shoes
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Had a long night.
Just when I want cigarettes, Caltex chose not to have any Dunhill Menthols in stock.
Labels: Caltex, Dunhill, exhausted
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Last night I was reading Shan's post on Karma. Now that really got me thinking the whole night, and by whole night I mean to the extent that I didn't get any sleep until 7.30am LOL. What is my stance on Karma you ask? I looked into this on Google and came up with a conclusion. I hope this can offer some insight.
I understand Karma a little differently to what most might think it means. Yes, to me karma does exist but it's not what is traditionally thought of when you think of it. It is not retribution for doing bad things in another life. It is, however, a balancing of experiences.
Think of Karma like a wheel. It goes around. Or a chain made up of links.
You are driving along, but your not going fast enough for the person behind you. He's tailgating you and gesturing rudely. Then he swerves around you quickly, screaming abuse out his open window at you.
That person has just handed you some bad Karma. What you do with it is the key to understanding Karma. Our natural instinct is to get really angry, upset and/or hurt by the situation - and in turn we very well may end up taking that frustration out on someone else, thereby handing the bad Karma along to the next person.
We can become a 'link' in the chain of Karma, and it just keeps getting passed around.
Equally, good Karma goes around. We walk down the street and someone steps out of our way, smiles and says 'hello'. Our spirits are lifted and we smile back. That would be good Karma being handed to us. The progression then is that we pass on the good Karma to someone else, and so on.
Karma is more like unseen energy and we perpetrate it's existence by handing it around. I suppose you could say that the more people out there that are perpetrating good Karma the better the world will be for everyone.
Good and bad Karma are not currency in some spiritual bank-account. They merely represent energy and how it travels by way of human contact.
You ask why is it that bad things happen to good people - I would have to say it is mostly down to chance. If you are in the wrong place at the wrong time bad things could happen. It's a part of life and maybe a way of evening things out. Karma is not like an electronic tag you wear around - life is just a deck of wild cards. Sometimes it turns out for your fortune and sometimes it turns out bad fortune.
Labels: karma, life, personal, random, thoughts
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Living with Guys
One of the questions I get asked a lot by friends back home is what is it like living with just guys in the house? It's been close to 3 years since I've moved to Adelaide and ever since there's at least one guy in the house plus guests that come and go. It was only the second half of last year that a guy AND a girl, and can say firsthand that the dynamic is very different even though there was just one girl there. Here are a few notable things:
1. With guys, there are no cliques. Everyone is kind of on equal ground and everyone hangs out with everyone else. Girls on the other hand tend to build a stronger relationship with certain people and spend a large portion of their time with them. We turn to a particular person when we have something to talk about and crawl beside a certain someone when we need comfort. We tend to seek deeper friendships.
2. Guys hate all kinds of household chores. Thank god we have a cleaner that comes in weekly to do the major stuff. Girls don't mind household chores when it comes to their personal space. We'll try to keep out rooms tidy, vacuum every now and then, and if they fall behind then we'll devote an entire half day to cleaning. When it comes to public space on the other hand, we're just like guys.
3. Guys don't talk much about personal things, nor do they inquire about them. Girls NEED to talk about what's going on in their personal lives. If they don't and have to end up keeping all the news to themselves then they risk a massive fireball explosion of the soul.
4. Guys, at least the ones here, spend a large portion of the day drinking, watching tv, drinking, random card games, and...drinking. Girls spend their free time on the internet, MSN, the phone, downloading music, etc. Essentially they spend more time talking to other people.
5. The house that we live in now smells funny. The townhouse I lived in last year smelled funny too but for different reasons.
6. Guys love random prop bets and the potential of seeing other people in pain.
7. When it comes to guys, girls make absolutely no sense.
8. So which is better? I love how nondramatic and fun the current house is. But I miss crawling beside someone and staying up till crazy hours of the night talking about random things.
Labels: guys, house, life
THIS is BY FAR the BEST post I have ever seen written on WESMELLFUNKY.I am literally sprawled on the floor laughing my ass off just reading it.Sonia, you go girl! Me love u long time!
Labels: bitch, fight, friends
Monday, July 14, 2008
Galliano makes it HAUTE with Dior!
I don’t even need to talk about the beauty of these pictures - they are just SO magical…but I’ll say a couple of words anyway.
John Galliano certainly has outdone himself with these gorgeously classic gowns for Dior’s Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2008/2009.
All these dresses are like something that Scarlett O’ Hara would wear - except the dresses are on steroids.
Models wear creations by British fashion designer John Galliano for Dior’s Haute Couture fall-winter 2008/2009 fashion collection, presented in Paris, Monday June 30, 2008. All photos by: AP Photo/Jacques Brinon
There is too much drama for yo’ mama with these dresses - and I mean that in the best way.
Labels: Dior, dress, fashion, haute couture, John Galliano
Bagging it with style!
A model wears a creation made of plastic bags and entitled: Mother Teresa, by French fashion designer Frank Sorbier, as part of his Fall-Winter 2008/2009 collection presented at the Cirque d’Hiver in Paris, Wednesday, July 2, 2008. (AP Photo/Remy de la Mauviniere)
This has to be one of the most philanthropically “green” dresses ever made. For one, it’s called the “Mother Teresa” and secondly, it’s made out of plastic bags.
Mother Teresa would be so proud. I wonder if they used any plastic bags from Cotton On because those are my favorite. They are so durable and chic!
Labels: Cirque d'Hiver, dress, Fall-Winter 2008/2009, fashion, Frank Sorbier, Mother Teresa, Paris, plastic bags
This may not make sense to you, but to me it made plenty of sense, even after re-reading it over and over again...
Today someone asked me, "What is life?” Life is the period of time from when you were conceived to when you die. But there is so much more to it. You're brought into this world without any say, and from the womb of your mothers stomach, your life begins. Are you going to enjoy, a glorious, blissful, problem free life; a life that seems like a treacherous, never-ending, windy, bumpy road; or a life of problems and happiness that seems to fall in between? No one can be certain, only time can tell. But in life you encounter such things that force you to feel happiness, sadness, anger, grief, sympathy, joy, depression, love, regret, broken hearts, and so many other emotions; that lead you to choose paths that will lead to the big ending road, death, or where life ends. Life to one person can mean a totally different thing to another. I suppose it all kind of plays out on "what cards you get dealt." But then again, depending on how you choose to play the game, it wouldn't even matter what cards you end up with.
Life is full of hills that go up and down, but it is also full of straight roads. The ups are the best times, usually felt when you've accomplished something great. Something that makes you happy inside, that makes you want life to go on forever and never end, and to every single person, that up is different. The downs are the worse times, the times when something tremendously awful happens, that makes you either want to crawl away and hide from the rest of the world, or makes you just want life to end immediately. But along with the ups and the downs are the straight roads. The straight roads are the times where we just glide along with little bumps that so ever slightly incline and decline. It's the time when you feel alright with life, when you're having positive things happen and you're taking them in along with the bad. These are the times when you know you don't want to die in an instant, but you also know you don't want life to go on forever. These straight roads are where you see the most, their when you're vision is clearest. When you're living life on an uphill then you ignore the bad around you, you ignore the lows that other people could be feeling, and you lose sight of what could happen in the future. You never know when you're up's could swiftly turn into a down grade. When you're living on a downhill you do nothing to find the good, until it comes to the very end, and you either realize that you want to do something about it, and make it better, or you choose the path to end it. But on the straight roads, your vision is generally clear. You see the good and you see the bad, and it's easiest to choose the right paths, because you choose the paths that will end best in the long run, instead of the paths that are a temporary fix.
But then again who am I to say what life is. I'm only 20 years old and have so much more to live. I do know however that I've had my ups and I've definitely had some terrible downs, but I take those along with my straight roads. I imagine my opinion of life will be different 20 years from now, but to me this is what life is, and this is how I see it. And for right now, I'm gliding along on the straight roads, borderline a downhill, but I'm sure later, I'll be having an awesome up. And the idea of having an up is what makes me get up every single morning to live another day in this thing we call life. This is a single person’s perspective on life, and it only begins to scratch the surface. There is just so much to it. So much we don't even know.
So yeah. That's my outtake on that...
In other news:
Winter break is almost coming to an end and I am not looking forward to going back to school. I've enjoyed being able to get at least 10 hours of sleep a night, and I honestly do not want to go back to the 5-6 hours of sleep a night I was getting. It's a vicious cycle that makes me sad and upset. That makes me mood swing more than need be. And I am not looking forward to all the fucking assignments that are going to be hurled at us. I'm being a downer right now so I won't even go into my blabbering gibberish that would go on forever. It's just not good for me to talk about such things anyway. I didn't do much this break which was a disappointment, I wanted to hang out with friends more, but I don't know what happened. And now the rest of the week is going to be boring. Probably should catch up on dome reading to get my brain back in gear. Sometimes I just hate uni with a fucking passion.
Labels: insomnia, life, personal, random, sleep, thoughts, winter
As a second year second semester uni student, I feel that it is my duty to find even more unwise ways to spend my time. MySpace and Facebook do their fair share, but one of the greatest sites for procrastination on the Internet is: WeffRiddles.
Those fond of Sudoku or crossword puzzles can tear their hair out over these web-based riddles for more than a while. But enter at your own risk: the puzzles are both addicting and frustrating. The weak of mind and those with high blood pressure are especially warned.
Labels: facebook, myspace, puzzles, sudoku, weffriddles
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Honestly, I absolutely hate being cold.
An hour ago, the bf and I decided to go take all three puppies for a walk, and it was a disaster. We ended up only making a tiny loop around the park we walk in (around the corner from our house) because it was so unbearably cold. My head was throbbing the entire walk because cold wind was blowing violently into my ears.
I wish it would hurry up and get warm (and it's only the start of winter!) so I can exercise and just be outside without being completely uncomfortable.
Thank god it doesn't snow in Adelaide!
Labels: Adelaide, cold, exercise, park, winter
So. I was recently on Facebook. (Actually, I’m on facebook quite often.) Anyway, as you know if you have a Facebook (and if you don’t have one, you need to get one RIGHT NOW or you’re not cool AT ALL - that was sarcasm), there is a little menu type agenda thing that you are taken to every time you sign on. It is appropriately called “Home.” It’s not part of your profile, so you don’t edit it or anything, but you basically get a newsfeed of what’s been going on with your friends lives in several categories: events, groups, photos, notes, relationships, friends, wall posts (similar to comments on the inferior Friendster and Myspace), profiles, status, and posts. Basically for the non-facebook user, you can learn what events are going down, what groups people have joined/left, what photos people have uploaded or commented, what notes people have posted, what people’s social lives are like, what other people are saying to them, what they changed in their profile, what there doing currently, and what they announce to the Facebook world.
However, I didn’t write this blog post to introduce people to Facebook. I think that I have unlocked the secret to why Facebook is steadily becoming more popular than other such networking sites, including Myspace (which seems to be rather popular with Australian). It is because on your wall, you get to spy on other people. Yes, that’s right, Facebook essentially tracks your friends’ every online move and reports it to you. With an ad or two. And, knowing the curiosity of most people, this is definite plus. You will be told the very SECOND that John and Jane break up. Oh No! Jimmy joined the “Super Cool Kids Club” group! You must do it too this very moment, or you might be left in the dust! What??? Sarah uploaded that crappy picture of me that I told her not to! I must go comment it with insults right now! All Facebook is doing is further fragmenting our digital society, already based too much upon internet interaction. We need to learn to break away from this electronic voyeurism that is so appealing.
As you can tell, I’m a little miffed at Facebook. But it’s not their fault. I just waste too much time on the site when I should be sleeping early, or doing assignments (when Uni starts). But it’s OK. Facebook has a solution for me. I have joined the “F*** you facebook, I’m trying to do my homework.” group and the “I Stay Up Late and I Don’t Do Anything Productive” group.
And now I have laundry to do. And by “laundry to do,” I mean a Facebook wall to watch intently for every little change in people’s lives.