Drunk, drunk, drunk!

I realised that I’m so gonna regret this the next morning when I’m fully sober and awake but what the heck, I’ve never ever blog when I’m this intoxicated with alcohol before.

Stephanie’s leaving back for Singapore for good this Saturday and she wanted to drink to her heart’s content tonight with me, Will, Meiling and Sian. 5 of us finish half a bottle of Absolut Rasberry and half a bottle of Absoult Peach in less than 2 hours, resulting in the 5 of us feeling rather intoxicated right now. Of course, it doesn’t help that yours truly only had a small pie and half a cup of frozen sliced peas the whole day and drinking this much at night. Forgive me if I make a fool out of myself right now, but I’m super intoxicated right now. One may wonder how I even managed to blog and explain my situation right now. Truth be told, I actually have a little bit of a hard time getting my spelling right and explaining myself to the whole wide world now. Seriously, it feels good to be at this state right now. Of course, I do realise that I will feel regret the next day when I’m sober and realise what I just did. But for once, I don’t give a damn of the consequences. Beware though, of this entry going a missing when I’m fully sober the next day or when I apologise with a note of edit here later of the day. ;P

10 Life’s Simple Pleasures

I’ve been tagged by Grace early of the month to do this meme, but somehow or other, I missed the post and the tag til last night. Sorry Grace, for the delay. Here’s my 10 life’s simple pleasures in no particular order as tagged by you.

1. Curling myself up in a comfy chair with a good book and hot drink during a cold day.

2. Receiving pleasant and lovely surprises especially from people I love and adore.

3. Watching a beautiful sunset on a beach with friends or the man I love.

4. Hearing Mum’s comforting voice over the phone during moments of stress, loneliness, abandonment, etc.

5. Snuggling/hugging YK whenever possible (sigh…I really miss those times)

6. Having coffee/drinks with friends and talking nonsense during our free time (miss those yum cha sessions and girls’ night out)

7. Dancing to upbeat music in a club and letting the hair down with careless abandonment surrounded by friends.

8. Laying down on the beach at night, listening to the waves roll in and watching the stars shine bright in the velvet sky.

9. Seeing my name scrawled on an envelope whenever I check the post.

10. People saying “thank you” for whatever help that I’ve offered them – big or small (it’s warming to heart and makes me feel all fuzzy inside).

Was actually thinking against the idea of tagging people since I do not want them to feel obliged to do one. But on the other hand, I’m pretty curious to want to know what makes their lives tick. So here goes:

1. Winnie

2. Carven

3. Chip

4. YK

5. Jo

Much ado about nothing

It’s 4.30am now and I’m still awake. *sigh* My sense of time is really upside down these days. I really have to turn the clock back to normal before I get too used to being a night owl. Although a month seem like a looooooooong time before school starts, time sure passes by rather quickly these days. Oh, btw, the title of this post doesn’t mean much actually. I thought it sounded classic and smart and had thus promptly typed it out.

I’d been staying at home a lot the past week cause Aunty B has finally managed to get herself around Perth without the help of a guide. While Aunty B is out zipping around th city and suburbs, I’d finally found the time to sit down and do some casual reading which I’d never found time to do throughout the semester. I’ve currently finished Message in a Bottle and Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks. Right now, I’m half way through Dune by Frank Herbert and book 6 of the Harry Potter series. I know, it’s crazy to read 2 books at once but I can’t help it. When I find Dune too boring at times, I’ll switch to Harry Potter and vice versa. Somehow or other, I still manage to remember the plot of both stories even though I interchange reading both books all the time.

Aunty B’s going back to Singapore in less than 12 hours time. The poor thing had fallen sick and she’s allergic to even Panadol! When she woke up this morning, I got a big shock cause her face and eyes were red and swollen. She was scheduled to fly back to Singapore this Saturday on the 1st of July, but at her state of health now, she decided to go back to Singapore ASAP to seek treatment since the doctors will have her medical records back home and can treat her accordingly without much hassle. Her flight is scheduled to take off at 1530 later today and pray for her to get well soon. It’s a pity she had to cut short her holidays for a few days but one’s health is definitely more important than a thousand holidays put together. I’ve already gotten down her contact and I hope we’ll manage to keep in touch in the future for she’s one really nice and wise lady.

I finally had some news from Winnee today. I thought the girl had went MIA because the lack of news and contact for the past month or so. Really glad that she’s still safe and sound and doing well. *sigh* I really miss her soooo much. I’m still quite amaze sometimes that we still manage to keep in touch all these years even after we left high school so many years back (goodness, I sound really old now don’t I?) Frankly, she’s one of the few that I still care so deeply about as a friend because she’s one of the few that had even bothered to keep in touch with me in the first place. The rest of the “good friends” from school? Let’s just say our relationship with each other had deterioated to being acquaintances because some of them were just too “busy” to reply my messages or emails. Oh well, one’s loss is another’s gain. *shrugs*

Winnee had complained that this blog had gotten too general and she doesn’t know the “inside” story of what’s going on with my life. LoL. I admit, life had gotten really general around me these days. There is the occasional drama that happened once in a while but those stories were just too private to share here, especially more so since some of those dramas were not mine personally. However, life would be just too boring without the occasional drama eh? Well, life goes on whether drama exists and I’d learned from long ago to not get involve too much in dramas because high-strung dramas just brings my mood down, which inadvertently affects my whole being as a person. Winnee, if you’re reading this, don’t worry too much. I’ll write to you soon to update you about the exciting (not) life I have here in Perth kay?

All that aside, I’m actually looking forward to do more casual reading before school starts because then, I’ll just be too busy to squeeze in the time to do so. Reading may sound boring to some but seriously, it’s one of the few things that I truly enjoy in this simple life of mine. Yeah, I sound like a nerd there, so shoot me. Frankly, I dream of owning my own study in the future when I have a house of my own which will be filled with books I love. *hints to YK*

[Edit]: Mum emailed to let me know that my great-grandma in Australia (whom I never knew existed til a few years ago and had never met in my entire life before) had passed away on Sunday in the retirement home she had been staying. I admit I don’t feel anything right now because I’ve never had the chance to get to know her. However, I do find the whole situation a pity cause I intent on visiting her when I finish up with my studies at the end of the year. She may not know who I am if I ever visited her because of Alzheimer’s but it’ll give me a chance to feel a tad closer to family. Funny isn’t it, how the younger generation never got to know their elders because the elders had some petty arguments?

A lovely surprise

roses for me
3 days ago mark our 7 months of tears and joy together. Although we're far apart now, we'll always be close in heart and spirit til time allows us to be at each other's side again.

A day before it became exactly 7 months, I received a call from the office asking me to collect a delivery that was sent there for me. Being the total blurcase that I am, I went to the office without even stopping to think twice on who sent me something, or even what it contains. Imagine the big surprise I had when Claire, the lady manning the desk in the office, pass me a bouquet of flowers to me after I step into the office. I was stunned for a moment, before a huge grin slowly crept its way into my face. Claire commented that the flowers were beautiful and I couldn't agree more. I knew at that very moment who sent me those flowers. It's none other than YK himself.

True to my prediction, it indeed was a surprise from him. I mentioned casually in passing a week or two before the delivery about how much I love flowers and it's been ages since I last received them. I did not tell him my love for flowers, especially lillies, to hint that I want them. I told him my love for flowers because the topic was somehow raised when we were talking over Skype. It was a really sweet gesture from him and a lovely, lovely surprise. After all those times where he tried to surprise me and failed, he's finally successful this time around. YK managed to contain himself and not drop even the slightest hint on what's in store for me. The flowers are now in a vase on my table and I'm still admiring the beauty of it even while I'm typing this out.

Flowers are indeed beautiful and roses are the symbol of love. *grins*

Letting go of love

When I was a child of 5 or 6, Mum once asked me if it's ok for her to get a stepdaddy for me. I remember my answer back then as clearly as it was yesterday. I gave her a big "NO" for an answer. I told her that I do not want a stepdad because I was afraid that the stepdad will turn out to be exactly like those wicked stepmothers that can be found in fairytales i.e. Cinderella and Snow White. I was very influence with fairytales as a kid but I guess my childish response back then did somewhat lead Mum to ward men off for quite a while.

As I entered high school a few years down the road after that incident, I asked Mum to get a man to love and be loved again for companionship sake. I knew I was not going to stay in the small town that I grew up in in the future and I do not want Mum to be lonely when I leave town to pursue my studies and career in the future. Mum jokingly told me that she's too old to have men interested in her anymore but I knew then that it was her who was not interested in getting involve with any man.

10 years down the road and I'm in my early 20s now. I've experienced love – teen-struck love and mature love – before. For each new day that I wake up to, I thank God inside my heart for giving me a chance to show my love and feel loved in return. I thank God even more for the fact that the person I love is still very much alive and around although we're miles apart from one another now. Unfortunately, Mum could only show her love and experience the feeling of being loved by the same man for a few years before he left for good.

I could never understand how Mum truly feels going on with life without her true love. I could never understand why she could and would not let go of the memories of Dad and find love again. I never understood. Til now. Mum is afraid of getting hurt in love again. She's afraid that if she falls in love again, God will take the man she loves away from her again like how God took Dad away from us. That is why she built a barrier around her to protect herself from getting hurt. That is why she is ever so wary about men and relationships. However, the biggest reason of them all is the fact that it's hard to let go of the memories of the man she had loved and still love so dearly.

Reading Message in a Bottle by Nicholas Sparks shed a whole new light into Mum's world. The living is sometimes afraid to love somebody new after the dead is long gone because they feel guilty for finding love and happiness again when they should continue mourning for the dead. The memories of the dead will continually haunt them and sometimes, they're happy to still live in the past than start something new where the future is uncertain. It's difficult letting go of an old love that is no longer in this world but if we ever find the time to sit down and think hard about it, wouldn't the people we loved wants to see us happy again?

IMHO, one should attempt to let go of an old love because true love will come a knocking a second time round when one least expects it. However, based on what I've seen and known while growing up, it's not an easy task to do. If a dearly beloved ever depart (not that I wish it befall on anyone), will you eventually choose to let of love or hold on desperately to it?

Going to the casino

Ever tried going to the casino practically every night for a whole week and do nothing there but watch people gamble? No? Well, thank your lucky stars then! Yours truly had been going to the casino nearly every night for the past week until the coupiers and bartenders could nearly recognise her whenever she stepped into the floor. You must think her mad to visit the casino nearly every single night but it’s not somewhere she wants to go every night. She’s only there every night because she felt obliged to accompany a new found friend, who also happens to be a nice lady there because that lady does not know the way there yet. 

The lady is my flatmate’s aunt, Aunty B. Aunty B had rented a car for the period that she’s gonna be here which is great for all of us because there’s easy transport for us to go wherever we want, whenever we want without having to check the bus’ timetable constantly. Unfortunately, Aunty B does not know the way around Perth and either Stephanie or I have to constantly accompany her wherever she wants to go. Even more unfortunate is the fact that Stephanie has 2 more final exams to take and need to do revision most of the time, which leaves me to accompany Aunty B all the time. Now, I do not have any problems accompanying Aunty B during the day and night because firstly, this lady provided me with free lunch and dinner and the occassional coffee and beer when we’re out during the day to get some sun and fresh air. Second, Aunty B could not recognise or even remember the correct route to Burswood Casino yet, which I remembered after my second trip there. Now, I must not be so cruel to leave her on her own driving around a foreign country must I? And thus, I had faithfully accompanied her everywhere every single day, during the day and night, especially during the nights when she wants to go to Burswood. 

The main purpose for Aunty B to go to Burswood is not because she’s an addict in gambling. She wants to go to Burswood because she knows that when she’s not around in the flat, Stephanie would be able to do her revision better. Another reason for her choice of going to Burswood is because everything closes at 5pm sharp in Perth. Among the few places that are open 24 hours is Burswood and frankly, I’m still not too familiar about the other suburbs that have 24 hours coffee places around the city of Perth. Aunty B is not the sort of person who wants to win thousands of dollars in a game. If she wins $40 or a few hundred in a game, she’s happy to walk away from the tables and treat herself and me to some nice coffee and cake in the coffeehouse next to the casino. And every time I’m there, I just stand around looking at her play her game or sometimes, I just sit down in the lounge having a drink or two while listening to the music waiting for her to finish her game. 

Anyway, Aunty B has now finally remembered the route to Burswood on her own. In fact, she was there earlier tonight without me guiding her. She understands that I need to have my own personal time doing my own thing, especially during the nights where I would like to chat or talk to YK via Google Talk or Skype. But honestly, if she needs me to accompany her on her next trip there or if she needs any help from me, I really would not hesitate to accompany or help her around. 

School’s out

I am now officially on a break. Handed in my last assignment on Monday and it was such a huge relief when I slide my paper into the assignment box. I felt like a huge burden had just lifted itself off my shoulders and I can finally breathe again. The past few weeks had been super stressful for me and now, nothing but idling around for the next couple of weeks before the new semester starts.

Stephanie's aunt is here for a month long's visit and for the one week that she was here, we've gotten along pretty well. She's a very friendly lady and a generous one too. She's been cooking lunch and dinner for herself and Stephanie and each time, I'll be invited to join them for the meal at the table. Two days ago, I accompanied her to Burswood Casino because we both wanted to leave the house so that Stephanie could study for her exams. That day, we both talked about so many things from life experiences to jokes about anything and everything. It was during one of these conversations when she told me to join both herself and Stephanie whenever she cooks at home hence saving my money on groceries. She said she doesn't mind me joining them for meals and said she's happier when there are more people eating and enjoying her food. She's a really, really nice lady and I think we'll stay friends even when she leaves for Singapore at the end of the month after her visit.

On another side note, I just found out a few days ago that a Russian friend/acquaintance of mine had passed away two weeks ago due to a car accident of some kind. Anybody interested can read it here. I've never been close to him, in fact, we only meet each other whenever we go out for coffee with friends. Despite all that, he's a really smart guy who knows what he's doing and what he wants. His death just reinforces the fact that life is forever so fragile. It just brings back memories of the friends I'd lost due to accidents when I was 18. We should always life live to the fullest and seize the day when opportunites come a rolling. Carpe Diem.

My perfect lover

Everybody knows that there's no perfect lover in this world. But it is how we try to do our best to embody what constitutes a perfect lover. Many people who knows me knows that I am a very simple girl with very simple requests. But as Jo has so kindly tagged me to do this meme, I shall try to crack my brain on what characteristics that a man should possess in order to be my perfect lover.

A man – I'm a heterosexual woman and I'm proud to be one.
Respect – He must respect me as a woman, as his partner and my opinions or decisions.

Honesty - Strive to be truthful to me at all times.

TLC - Lots of tender, loving care maketh a relationship go a long, long way.

Faithful & honourable - Must stay loyal and remain monogamous at all times. Who in their right mind would want to share their man with another woman?

Security - He must be able to give me a sense of security in all aspects from emotional security to financial security (I'm not money-minded but you do need some sense of security financial-wise if you ever want to start a family of your own)

Understanding - Strives to understand me as best as he could as I'll do the same.

Communication - Without proper communication, messages would not get across and misunderstandings will arise. Proper communication builds up love and trust in the process.

The purpose of this tag is to list out the gender of my perfect lover and the 7 characteristics that I would want him to have. I'm not gonna tag anybody this time round cause nobody seems to ever wanna do meme after I tagged them. So peeps, if you wanna do it, go ahead. Cheers!