31st of Jan, End of the First Month of 2007! :o

Honestly, i think time passes really really quickly. already, february is an hour away. by the time i finish this post, i think it'll be the 1st of Feb.i don't type slow, it's just that when i blog, i do numerous other things too :P. but i digress.... hahah!

anyhow, just got back from a date with nick. nice way to end the month le! :) we went to watch epic movie. not bad, but then not the kind of money you want to spend money on la. it's just those really dumb movies full of cheap laughs. good if you're having an already good time. but for those bitter people with gloom and doom hanging over your heads, go watch something as depressing as you and paint your eyes black.

ok... my mind is flying off the handle again... but who gives a shit eh? hahah! it's my bloody blogs, if i digress, so? anyhow, i finished the embroidery i was planning to give nick for valentine's day. looking at it, it's not thaaaat nice, but i think i did a relatively good job. after valentine's i think i'll post up the pics on my hard work :P.

planning to start a new embroidery project. plan to do "faat" or "prosperity" in gold. found mum's stash of gold thread, and since she doesn't sew anymore, i'll just use it. thinking of doing it on the red cloth i found. mum's sewing basket is a sewing maniac's heaven! (i get so much fun just looking through the needles and her old patchwork projects). after all, we're talking about the woman who made mine, my brother's and her own blankets. our quilts are all product of mum's hard work. i'm never throwing my quilt away. even when i get married, i'll take it with me!

in the spirit of CNY, i took out my maroon bedclothes and now my room's got a autumn theme to it. my drapes are a soft gold colour, warm and cheery. my bedsheet's maroon, my pillow case is maroon with little green motives. my other "fat" pillow's soft brown with beige. my bolster is covered in checkered maroon cloth. very autumn-y eh? hahah! the best thing is my furniture is mostly wood. i have sarawakan vases (two white and black ones, one white, blue and brown vase).

i'm pleased with my current setting of my room and theme. i have dark blue drapes for when i have the mood for dark and gloomy. hahah! i'm really weird, i rearrange my room from time to time to see what setting's the best for my mood.

ok. this part is regarding a comment i recieved from my previous post.

i just don't understand how some women can get jealous of a car... i mean like, really... a car?!?! it's something inanimate! it can't give your bf/hubby a hug and kiss when he's all upset, now, can it?! whenever nick tells me of forummers in ZTH that are selling their "sayang"s because their wives are making noise, i wonder why. when you married the chap, you knew he was going to driving that car around everywhere. before you married the chap, i dare say he's taken you out in the damn car, now eh?

so think about it. i rather nick's obssession in cars than in chicks. i thank God for the car mags that he buys (he prefers things with substance than with chicks). i rather compete with a damn car than with another woman. as i said, there's alot of things that i can do that the car can't. nick doesn't spend so much money on me in comparison with the car, but i'm not complaining. he's got an expensive hobby, and i have a cheap one (reading, and currently, sewing).

we're both studying. i don't want pressies from nick whilst he's still getting allowance from his dad. it'll be more like i'm recieving the presents from his dad, right? logical eh? nick constantly tells me he feels that he doesn't give enough. but honestly, he's given me alot. not everyone has a boyfriend that would fly down from cheras to kiara just to comfort me. not every guy would put up with my weird moods when i'm PMS-ing. he's the one that actually notices when i'm about to get it cos he claims i have tell-tale signs in my moods and quirks. somthig about crazy and cravings...

nick lets me yabber on and on about my classic fiction, so i let him yabber about his cars. i'm not losing anything in listening to him nyam nyam about throttle bodies and intake manifolds (his lastest obsession)... he doesn't lose anything when i blab blab blab about madame bovary and her romantic conquests... people just have to work out an understanding to be happy together.

so yeah, cars? phshaw. the ke70 will not replace you in his heart. the 350z? yes, it'll capitvate him for maybe a few months, but where will he be sleeping at night? in the car mer?! and finally, so what if he got that new turbo kit, you turbo charge your sex appeal and he'll be asking you what turbo means... ;)

Hand’s OFF!!!

I’m a very jealous person. I do not like it when the attention usually showered on me is diverted to someone else. I do not appreciate my boyfriend harbouring attention on any other female than myself for more than a week. I do not like if my family were to shower my brothers with gifts much more extravagant than mine.

My mother told me that when my first brother was born, I refused to go near him. I cried and refused to be put down or leave my mother’s side. Even up till today, I harbour a sort of jealousy when I look at the close relationship between some mothers and daughters (though I myself have a close relationship with my own mum).

Now, lately, I have been unable to go out and party. I haven’t in a while and miss a good night out dancing. With my parents being back, I don’t do a lot of the things I used to do. Anyhow, that means that I don’t club anymore or go out till the early morn.

My boyfriend went out last night to Maison with his old schoolmates, which I have no problem with. The only problem I had was I wasn’t there. I know the clubbing scene very well. Girls dance seductively, cast coy looks and beer goggles do things to guys. Anyway, there was this girl that obviously has never met me or known that Nick is only allowed to dance in a particular way with me!

I like to think that I can trust Nick in a room full of naked super hot women, but if the situation does arise, I know damn well, he wouldn’t touch them unless necessary. Now, this applies to daily life. Only I’m allowed to hold him close to me, only I’m allowed to kiss him on the neck, ONLY I’M allowed to grind my hips into him when we dance close in the clubs.

Now, I won’t say who this person is, but trust me, my boyfriend tells me everything (see! I can trust him!). She rubs up against him, bumping and grinding with him!!! That’s a big no can do, darling! If I were there, I think I’d cut in and give her my bitchiest stare before showing her how it should be done! Hahah!

Nick can hold his own in many things, but as I said in an earlier post, we girls are nasty little devils in disguise. He can’t hold his own in a club against a girl dancing with him. He didn’t know how to respond to this, more or less, stranger grinding up against him. Not to mention said female knows that Hans has something for her and poor Hans was there with Nick… didn’t I say we girls are horribly manipulative?

Argh! Lucky for that nasty little thing, I wasn’t there, or else… I just keep making pathetic empty threats, don’t i? anyhow, I am seriously possessive of my boyfriend. Please don’t try my patience, girls. I really don’t tolerate these things well. I know a good thing when I see it and my boyfriend is as good as good gets. He was on the market for so long before I came into the picture. You had your chances, it’s over, so get over it and don’t come slinking around my property.

TRESPASSERS WILL BE PERSECUTED, OR SHOT ON SIGHT!

ps: i don't mean to say i hate this girl who danced with nick that way. she may not have known that he had a girlfriend, but i just found i needed to let out some of my amusement and negative vibes, k? i'm sorry if i offended anyone in particular, but it's my blog. i have the right to write what i want.

Classical Beauties...

Went with nick to a place that restores classic cars. i don't have any pictures, but the next time i do happen to go there, i will bring a camera. nick wanted to send his brand "new" ford cortina to be restored. we went there at around 2 - 3pm wandered around the compound of the building looking at the cars they had restored.

after gushing over the cars for about 30 minutes, the guys that nick had been waiting for had come. they either work, or own this company, AMC (All Makes Classic). they basically restore classic cars that they happen across or that people enlist them to. i think i have never seen so many classical cars all in a single area. not only that, they have vintages too! i think i must have looked pretty "jakun" at first, staring wide-eyed at the cars there.

anyhow, nick's planning to restore his mk3's body there. the price they quoted him was pretty reasonable too! they estimated the car would take approx. 2-3k to do up nicely. there are alot of rust spots and all that techincal mumbo jumbo that's spoilt, but then the price they quote seemed reasonable. not only that, they work at their own pace. they prefer to work on a whole car in one go rather than several cars. due to that, there were quite a few cars lined up waiting to be restored. then again, it's good, cos then you know that the work that they do wouldn't be rushed and messy.

basically, they were helpful with nick, answering his queries and stuff. but then, the job that they did with the cars there... wow! if you ever happen to be in KL and just being itchy to look at the nice nice cars (i don't know if they mind la), but the lot is next to the roundabout at Jln. Tun Razak, i think... hahah! but those are beautiful cars... really...

Sugar and Spice, and Everything NOT Nice...

Oooh! we girls are such venomous and seriously spiteful creatures. this thought popped up when i was washing my dishes today... (don't bother asking me how it comes up... i think in random stops). anyhow, my boyfriend asked me about this matter once.

for any males out there that have not felt the barb of a woman they may have spite, i warn you, we women, are not nice. we're manipulative little spitfires with minds so scary that many men would run looking into the way we think. when women began fighting for equal rights in society, we also realised that we had to think of ways to prove how capable we are. but then again,this has been evident since time in memorial!

the females in the wild have to compete with the alpha female for the males. why? the alpha female will be the ones that have the best meat and they are usually the one with stronger offspring. in many ancient civilisations, women have ruled behind their sons or husbands. they were the ones who schemed and planned whilst their husbands or sons dealt with the people directly.

in your everyday group of friends, you can observe this. there is the group of girl led by the prettiest and most dynamic female. she's usually identified with the brilliant smile and wonderfully PR personality. she's charming around the guys and usually has no problem handling men. she may be a rough and tumble girl that's "one of the guys" or she could be in the form of the "princess" that everyone turns to, with her escort of ladies in waiting.

not long ago, i was a victim of the spitefulness of the feminine world. there was a girl that the guys really enjoyed hanging out with and i had never met her before. nick was rather excited at introducing me to her cos he thought that we would hit off easily. she's not attractive physically due to her size, but her character is one with self confidence and she carries herself with the knowledge that regardless, everyone will like her. on seeing her, i couldn't really agree with what nick said, there was a certain aura about her when she looked at me that i didn't like.

when nick finally got a chance to introduce me to her, he was shocked when all she did was offer me a curt thin-lipped smile. it's normal practice for women to act this way. i do that whenever i find that my boyfriend may be offering a particular girl too much attention and i respond similarly. i'm much more subtle though... i choose get to know the girl to know if she's any threat to me (usually not).

it's survival that makes us this way. some woman makes it hard for us to be noticed, so we make it up with wit. some girls make us look bland so respond in the ability to hold an exciting conversation. to anchor herself in her boyfriends life, the first thing a girl would do is get his friends to like her presence or get used to her. that's adaptation and proper planning on my side. i planned to befriend all of the friends that matter to nick so i know the people he cares for. that way, i wouldn't face any opposition from them if i may have offended them.

guys may have their grading scheme for evaluating their best mate's girlfriend, but we girls are altogether different. we evaluate on every aspect possible. the evaluation is repeated time to time. nick doesn't know this, but if he reads this, well, darling, now you know :). it's not a scary thing. we girls just sit down and talk about our boyfriends, problems we face, how to overcome it and just discuss. through this way we usually can tell whether the guy is a keeper since true friends don't hold back on the truth... (we also discuss ways to hold their attention ;))

No Pork? Where can....

funny ass clip... RK House got no pork oh! remember!

Understanding the Male Mind

What exactly makes a man tick? i think i know only maybe half of what makes them what they are. most men strive on ego. that, no man can deny. as small or as little they bother it, if you hit them where they are egoistical about, hell will, without a doubt, break loose.

my brother is an egoistical bugger to the highest degree. he fancies himself attractive. he thinks he's physically attractive and constantly asks me if he's got big muscles or some rot like that. true, he's physically fit, but maybe because he's my brother, i find him repulsive. i don't think he's all that attractive. his eyes are too small, he's too self absorbed, and he's very irritating. then again, he's my brother.

my dad. the quirk i notice about him is music. he's obsessed with all his vinyl records. he can sit there are polish them all afternoon in a sort of endearing bliss. men have always one singular passion. in my dad, his vinyls; in my brother, his sports; my boyfriend, his cars.

the thing is men really don't know zip about women. they think all we think of is pretty flowers, perfume, pretty clothes. but honestly, we aren't. we're much deeper. we love pretty things, true, but we're very complex beings. i won't lie... we're really irritating little things. each and everyone of us are different. the only thing i dare say we all agree on is that we need to know we're loved once in a while (the more often the better).

but telling us that you love us in words isn't all that we want. we want to see it in your actions. we want to know we're on your mind. we need to feel that we matter to you. we need to know you'll miss if we go off for a holiday. my boyfriend is just like that. there isn't a day that goes by without us telling each other that we both love each other. i hate to think that we go through even one day withouth letting each other how we feel for each other.

most people may think i'm a sap but that's how i am. and i'm glad that i found a guy that knows more or less how i think. i'm not saying i have the perfect relationship. there are times, trust me, that i feel like smacking the silly git across the head. he's not perfect, but he tries, and i thank him for that.

I Miss So Much...

i think we don't realise how much things mean to us until it's gone. just the other night, i was talking to my best friend online about all the things we miss. both of us are missing our boyfriends... but the thing that we talked about most was our college life.

hanging around with guys so much can take a toll sometimes. when i was in college, i had my housemates and roomies to laugh and just be all girly with. we had so much fun. i think i had the best fun staying in My Place Apartments when i was in college.

we had the noisiest and most fun unit. we girls used to hang out on the balcony, sipping on milo talking into the night. we had our occasional drinking parties where we'd drink till we dropped, filmed each other trying to walk straight... it was so fun. other than just being plain stupid, we had a ritual every semester. after every major exam, we'd sit on the balcony, and burn all the scrap paper that we had used.

now, i uni, i don't have that fun anymore. things became so much different. i missed the laid back attitude we had. i miss the silly things we did, i miss prancing in the apartment, dancing to my favorite songs with my roomie and housemate. i miss teasing the boys in the other apartment. i miss playing with the cat from the apartment downstairs. i miss just looking out at the night sky whilst sitting on the balcony.

we don't really know what we have till it goes away. i doubt i'd have the chance for that ever again. the next time i stay alone, i doubt that i would have a balcony i can sip hot chocolate while just staring at the sky. i highly doubt any apartment i stay in would allow me to light tealights along my window sill as i sing at the top of my lungs to the open night sky. i doubt i would have to chance to stay with my best friend in the same apartment again.

we live a life full of wishes. i wish to be able to have that kind of happiness, that carefree feeling i had staying in Subang. there were bad memories, no doubt, but i miss the good times. and the nicest thing about it was i had the best times when i was with my girls...

Data Entry... to do or not to do... :O

honestly... i thought after being a promoter, finding part time work in the office or in data entry for the matter would be ok and life would be peachy. thing is, i smell a rat in this upcoming job application. thinking about it, i summerize it to the guy that was "interviewing" my brother and i. apparently, somewhere in the fine print in lala-land, the company was a "hired-HR" in a manner of speaking. so in a nutshell, we have to pay them once we get a job from them and we want it. bloody hell le...and not to say that it's a little payment. it's freaking $160!!! and from two people, myself and my bro, it would mean alot...

so thinking of working with chern lin's mum. she's got data entry to do too :P i think 55 bucks a day or some rot. either way, no in between fee. so more profit! :P i'm such a chinese!