What a girl needs

This girl needs a little bit of TLC.

Or a big all expenses paid shopping spree.
Orrr.... a two weeks holiday in New Zealand.
Orrrrrr.... two big fat scoops of Thornton's icecream.

a cuddle would do just as well.

Logicically speaking

While I was in London, I met a strange American retiree who's exiled herself from America because she 'cannot stand living in the same country as Bush', arranges her clothes in sequence (of which one you wear first. So it's panties, bras, pants, tee shirts, socks from left to right) and sleeps naked in the hostel room.

Today I had the privilege to work with a man who reminds me of her. He looks like her, sounds like her and frowns JUST like her. I am sure that these two must be somewhat related genetically.

There can be no other logical explanations.

Password(s)

What do you get when you put a Vietnamese, a Thai, a Chinese, a Malaysians, a Korean, an American and an Australian (all accountants) in one room?

Answer: A hell lot of computer problems and 7 different pronounciations of the word 'password.'

Moment

" When you love somebody, you've got to say it out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by."Quoted from 'My Best Friend's Wedding'

Simplicity

Today, I wore my new Minnie Mouse shoes. Its a very pretty pair of Mary Janes with cute Minnie Mouse bows. (ok, description makes the shoes sound a little tacky!)

Anyway, I bumped into Mhan, the Nepalese gardener cum cleaner cum handyman (Multipurpose man) on my way back from the loo, and I asked him what he thought of my shoes.

He said he doesn't care.

Then he said I shouldn't care what he thinks. It only matters what my 'boyfriend' thinks. (Note: read previous post on fictitious boyfriend)

Yada Yada Yada... a little bit of witty banter, and I turned around and proceeded down the coridor to go back to my office.

Out of nowhere, Mhan yelled.

'I don't like the shoes but I really like you!'

Loud enough for everybody to hear.

I was shocked.
It felt as if I was in a Korean soap opera.

I don't think that he expects anything out of telling me this. I don't think that he has any intentions.

I think that he's got to be an extremely self assured man to say that out so loudly. I think that he's a very simple guy.

I think I can learn from that simplicity. We can all learn from Mhan's simple outlook to life.

I've never had the courage to tell people how much I like them. I always think about the 'what ifs' and the 'what abouts' that I never get around saying what I feel.

We chase so many dreams, so many ambitions. Yet, the more we get, the more we want, the more we expect. The more we expect, the more we fear. The more we fear, the more we hold back.

The more we hold back, the more we wait.

I don't know about you, but Mhan's thought me a great lesson today.

Job Description

I received my complete job description earlier this week. It says:

Assist Finance Manager and Regional Financial Analyst in: -

1. la la la
2.la la la
3.la la la
4.la la la
5.la la la
6. Other Ad Hoc Assignments.

The company will play host to a regional finance conference next week. Today, my collegue and I have been instructed to go to the Hilton at 7.30am Mon morning and hold up a piece of paper with the company name written on it, at the hotel Lobby.

All in favour of capitalist economy, say AYE!

Girl Friends

I am particularly blessed to have a wonderful bunch of female friends.

Every one of my close female friends have got such different personalities that you can hardly put 3 in a same room for more than half a day before a fight of some sort to start.

I love this diversity.

I love the fact that everybody is so different, and that everybody has got different strengths and weaknesses, and different approaches to life and problem solving.

While driving home today, I was thinking of the personality traits of my friends that I admire, and lessons that I should learn from these girls.

I would like to be able:

- To step back and relinquish control, and let things go with the flow
- To try and see the good side of people instead of bitching about their negative
traits.
- To be patient and let the small things pass
- To let people prove themselves instead of pushing them to prove what we
want them to prove.
- To keep quiet sometimes
- To let people learn lessons their way
- To keep an open heart/ the heart open
- To love without conditions.

My girl friends are fantastic! I couldn't have ordered a better bunch!

Spots - part 2

I also have weak spots for:

21. Men in shorts
22. Travelling
23. Characters - be it real people, movie characters or book characters
24. Languages
25. Culture
26. Pink Daisies
27. Bazaars/ flea markets
28. Dancing!
29. Music
30. Theatre
31. Hugs


This isn't going to end.

Spots

OOoooohhh, I have a weak spot (s) for:

1. Ice-cream
2. Chocolate
3. COFFEE!
4. Strong male hands
5. Men in jeans
6. Male musicians - guitarists and singers in particular
7. Children
8. Movies
9. Wit
10. Romantic stories
11. Good conversations
12. Colin Firth
13. Bo Bice
14. Men with long hair
15. Men with little hair
16. Bald male heads
17. Shoes!
18. Good company
19. Nature
20. Monkeys!

Substandards

I think I've finally gotten over it - the heartache, the puzzle, the bruised ego. I had dinner with my ex classmates, and he was one of those present.

He was my closest friend, my confidante, my biggest fan and my rock of support. At the same time, he was the biggest threat to my personality because I had to becareful not to overpower, overshine or overshadow him.

So many things had happened between the two of us. Many months after, I bumped into him, and I felt as if I bumped into a stranger. We said the customary 'hi, how are you? bla bla bla bla' but I felt like we had both changed so much that neither really knew who the other was anymore. It was like walking against a pasar malam crowd, and slowly drifting apart -walking towards separate directions.

When you've actually shared a certain bond with a person, anything less than that special bond seems like a substandard. When the connection is lost, it really feels as if there is no valid reason to care about a person as much anymore, because how do you do that without compromising your own position? How do you move on without dragging your past along?

I am finally able to care about him as I care about my other friends. That to me, is the new equilibrium. That to me, is triumphing my past. I'm finally able to say that I have truly moved on.

Men

If I were a scientist, I would study the male brain.

There has been so much hoo-hah about Behrendt's 'He's just not that into you'. Behrendt claims to free woman by telling us the cold hard truth - There are no excuses. If he doesn't call, doesn't want to commit, la la la... He's just not that into you!

Personally, I was a little miffed when I first read some of his comments but after the intial reaction, 'He's just not that into you' seems like the perfect wake up call to move on.

If we go by the book, a guy is never too busy or too indimidated, or too shy. He's just not that into you.

I'm buying the book to read it. While I do that, do any of you have any insight to share? Behrendt makes a lot of sense, and if you go by this rule, well.... we women can concentrate on more important things than the guesswork that we somehow or rather, always do.

How much sense does it make to trust the words of this man? Does he represent the view of the majority (of men?)

The Bob

I had my geisha moment yesterday.

I gave my collegue a lift home. I dropped her off and was about to make a U turn when 2 Malay boys on a motorcycle drive past. They saw me, and then both of them turned around to get a second look, and almost fell of their bike.
I felt like Sayuri!

I had a haircut earlier this week, and the hairdresser gave me a bob, a short layered Taiwanese looking bob that makes my face look like a netball. I thought that it was bound to be a disaster, but I seem to be getting a lot of glances and second looks. I guess I'm working this do.

But then again, maybe they've just never seen such a ROUND face!

Going against my own words

I have always believed that one should never 'create' a bf to deter attention. If you are not interested in a guy, your 'no' should be enough. You don't need a fictitious boyfriend (or girlfriend) for your disinterest to be taken seriously. Just because one doesnt have a boyfriend does not mean that one really want/need(take your pick of the words) one.

Today, I wrongfully went against this firm believe.

The Nepalese handyman cum cleaner cum gardener (aka multipurpose man) asked me out for dinner. While he is really good looking (he looks like a mexican soap opera star - muscles, hair, white teeth),he's not really my type. I don't understand half the things that he says.

He's just so nice and I really didn't want to give any false hopes (if any!)
And so I very pathetically mumbled 'I'm going out with my boyfriend this saturday'.

I am so ashamed of myself.

I don't think he's 'The One'

Maybe I didn’t make it clear enough, what I expected out of him.I really thought he would be the one I have been looking for.

I liked him at the first time he introduced himself to me. He had a way with words and seemed self assured. Quirky sense of style, but I didn’t mind it all that much.

The first time he ran his fingers through my hair, I thought ‘Yes, this is it.’
I thought wrong.

You have no idea how hard it is to find a good hair stylist in KL, and I blame it on pop culture.

Malaysian hair stylist have very strong Hong Kong and Taiwan influences in fashion, and as such, they like hair that is messy, funky and lots of layers.

I, on the other hand, prefer it simple. Messy and funky, and lots of layers, I don’t mind – provided that it would only take 3 minutes to style it, and that the hair stays that way for the whole day. Nothing too impractical – no bangs, no layers that poke at the ears.

I tried a new stylist today, in my quest to look for one that works for me. I told him specifically, my situation - That I would have to wear a bloody mortarboard for my convocation, which is a week away – and I don’t wan t to look like a penguin and that I trust him!!!!

As a result of that trust, I am now almost RM100 poorer, and I have a modern, funky bob that doesn’t sit well with my uummm...... very classical face.

IWD

Its International Women's Day today, and I just wanted to shout out to all the fantastic femmes that I've had the good fortune to know.

Being among you makes me feel that it's great to be a woman!
Cheers!

Cosmic Intervention

I was raised a Buddhist, and as such, have always believed in the concept of Karma. What we experience is a result of things we have done, and what we do now will affect our future.

All the people important in my life, I have met in the most unusual circumstances.

I remember a thin girl with large spectacles, who walked up to me after school on my very first day at St Agnes and yapped her head off about how green is good for the eyes. She talked and talked, and I just listened, and somehow we've been friends for more than 10 years.

I remember a frenzy search for a 3rd Angel for the Charlie Angels' sketch we promised to perform. It only took a phone call, a meeting and a tin of kuih kapit before the giggling and hugging to started.

It's the same with every single fabulous friend I've been fortunate enough to meet. It almost always took only one conversation, one encounter, or one single look.

All the important people in my life, I have met in the most precarious manner and in the weirdest places. It is so unexplainable, this cosmic connection- so much so that it is hard not to believe that our paths must have crossed before.

Oopps!

I think I am an internet addict!

Monkey Business

Did you know that when female monkeys are in the mood for sex, their nipples turn bright red!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Beautiful ssssuuuunnnnday~

It's sunday and I have spent the entire day at home.

I've been watching Colin Firth's movies (or movies with Colin Firth in it) all day;

Shakespeare In Love
What a Girl Wants - where he plays Lord Dashwood, sexy politician and father
Pride and Prejudice
Bridget Jones' Diary I

Incidentally, the front page story on the New Straits Times today cites that 80% of Malaysian women between the age of 25 to 40 choose to marry after 30, or never at all.
Reasons cited (among others) are:

(1) It depends what the role of the husbands are. These days sex, companionship and money can be sourced elsewhere!

(2) We are looking for equal partnership. Anything less than that is not worth the trouble.

(3) There are too few quality men in Malaysia.

Aye! Aye! Aye!

While I haven't found an equal partnership and/0r quality men, Colin Firth would do just fine. A girl is entitled to a little bit of indulgence.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

It's official.

I am extremely particular about having my clothes ironed. I just don't like creases in my clothes.

I realise that the obsession has finally gotten out of hand. I went to watch a Cambodian cultural dance performance at the Actor's Studio. Despite the beautiful music and the dancer's graceful movements, I just could NOT divert myself from the creases in her costume.

No, I don't iron my underwear. Not yet anyway.

What a week!

In the past week, I have:

Eaten pig ears (thanks to the persistance and persuasion of Miss Ng Yoke Yin)

Spent a weekend shopping in Malacca

Watched a Cambodian play about the Khmer Rouge

Attempted to go on diet

Postponed a diet plan

Bought 3 pairs of shoes.

Mistaken my dad's credit card for my charge card. Ooopsss..

Missed Cammy, who is in Taiwan at the mo.

Cut my finger while turning off the water tap at the factory where I work

Spent 3 whole days bored and idle and feeling extremely unproductive

Fell absolutely in love with Heath Ledger and Colin Firth.

Ordered a caricature drawing and requested for big boobs and a perky ass.

Signed up for line dancing classes *blush*

Been invited to attend a traditional Indian wedding.

Met a guy who looks and talks like Hiro!

Found out that Lillian Too has got Feng Shui stores in Netherlands and Barcelona!!!!

What a week!

In the past week, I have:

Eaten pig ears (thanks to the persistance and persuasion of Miss Ng Yoke Yin)

Spent a weekend shopping in Malacca

Watched a Cambodian play about the Khmer Rouge

Attempted to go on diet

Postponed a diet plan

Bought 3 pairs of shoes.

Mistaken my dad's credit card for my charge card. Ooopsss..

Missed Cammy, who is in Taiwan at the mo.

Cut my finger while turning off the water tap at the factory where I work

Spent 3 whole days bored and idle and feeling extremely unproductive

Fell absolutely in love with Heath Ledger and Colin Firth.

Ordered a caricature drawing and requested for big boobs and a perky ass.

Signed up for line dancing classes *blush*

Been invited to attend a traditional Indian wedding.

Met a guy who looks and talks like Hiro!

Found out that Lillian Too has got Feng Shui stores in Netherlands and Barcelona!!!!

City Neurotics

I decided today, to walk to the LRT station (45 minutes away from the apartment) instead of driving. Even though it was hot and humid, it felt really good to have taken things slow today.

City living has turned us into neurotic idiots. I catch myself doing the silliest things, and thinking the stupidest kiasu (afraid to lose, afraid to lose out) thoughts. My fellow KLites, have you ever:

- Trailed people from the shopping centre exit to their cars, especially when
the mall is packed and parking is sparse?
- Apply makeup and/or eat breakfast in your car, on your way to work?
- Put on your hazard lights (so that both left and right signal lights are
blinking) when you see somebody walking towards their car, but you are not
sure if they have parked to your left or your right?
- Waved your middle finger at another driver?
- Ran to the train and squeezed yourself through the shutting doors?
- Factored in the bad traffic and give yourself 1 hour to get to your destination
and another ½ to find a place to park – so you leave 1 ½ hours before your
appointment?
- Spent RM20 on parking fees in a day?
- Schedule for a 10pm dentist appointment?

Yes?

No?

Maybe it’s just me.

But I like city living.