I Loved You First

I spent Raya at my Uncle's place (which is where I spend every Raya anyways ;)). We did things like:

Wake up at an ungodly hour (ie 6 am, only to go back to sleep and wake again at 7 am).
Serve food (Really yummy food).
Eat lots of said food.
Take lots of photos (which someone has yet to upload).
Coin a phrase.
Watch my eldest cousin choke on teh tarik.
Decide to nickname our youngest cousin Baby (being, as she is, a 4-month-old baby).
Go shopping in Raya clothes, complete with Hannah's sleeves rolled up from washing dishes and the near-decrepit crocs I swiped from my 13-year-old cousin, as I have no slippers of my own (When I think about it, I realise how living in Cyber has actually made me amenable to this, as I am so desperate to shop that I grab every opportunity, regardless of attire)
(In my and Hannah's defense, we were so excited about sneaking off to shop, we didn't realise that we looked like......that).
Skive off later washing-up to go karaoke (and sing Sk8er Boi).

Best Raya so far? I think so.

The Tides of Man

The other day I was at Pyramid with Kat. While waiting for Kat to buy a donut (because she has a stomach the size of an army base), I watched the people on the ice-skating rink.

Of course, the first person who caught my eye was this dude with The Most Disastrous Haircut On Earth. No joke. He looked like he ran headfirst into an orange pompom. Kat said it was not too bad, and hey, who am I to judge other people's life choices?

I am Sam, just to clarify that.

Then Kat came back and we spent the nxt 15 minutes watching this cute couple skate around. Except the longer we watched, the more we realised that they weren't actually a couple.
The girl was a much better skater than the guy, and she kept leaving him behind, or skating just out of his reach. The guy pretty much sucked. But he obediently struggled all over the ice, with her just inches away. Just inches away, but out of his reach.

HA HA HA HA.

Basically, he was there ONLY for the girl. And he was quite cute, but the girl seemed quite immune. She was immune all over the rink. I wonder if he regrets strapping on the skates now. Still, she might thaw once they were off the ice.

It was sweet though. I was witnessing an age-old human ritual : Courtship. Or at least an attempt at one.

It's almost time for a carol

My Life is Average.com

Everyone has a list of things they want to do before they die.

I have no such list.

But as of now, I have the beginnings of a list of things that I sure won’t do.

The List:

I Will Not:

1. Bungee jump

2. Sky dive

3. Parachute

4. Roller coast

5. Ride a carousel

6. Parasail

7. Scuba dive

8. Get on The Eye, that giant, psychotic ferris wheel that they have in every country

9. Hike

10. Mountain Climb

11. Rock Climb

12. Cycle

13. Use stairs

I shall be adding more stuff to this list. You can be sure of it.

Hormones

So that God could say

I may have given you free will, but I sure as hell didn't give you control.


Just ask Laurie

Oh Chariots

Domestic Goddess.
Your mileage may vary.

Yesterday, my housemates and I, in a sudden spurt of domesticity, rearranged the (little) furniture we have, stripped the couch, and washed the cover.

See, we have this big blue IKEA couch that we got from a bunch of students who abandoned their apartment. With all their furniture still inside. And clothes. And books, kitchen utensils, umbrellas, and mangas and a vacuum cleaner. Basically looks like a tornado blasted through and picked up all the human beings.

I know what you're thinking. It would be what I was thinking when I walked up to the front door with Liz, my housemate, and the girl who had the door key.

Scene:

It was evening and it was pitch dark. It was a corner apartment. There were no lights. At all. Even the door looked dodgy and dusty. It screamed dead druggies inside (Imagine that. I know you can. You've watched just as many episodes of CSI as I have).
Me: Uhhhhhh...is this the right place?
Key girl: Yeah
Liz: Why is it so dark?
Key girl: Oh, the electricity got cut
Liz and I exchange looks.

Inside:

Liz: Holy fuck.
Me: Is that anime? Did they just leave boxes of anime lying around??
Key girl: Yeah...they wanted to leave really fast.
Liz and I exchange ominous looks.
Me: Er...why?

(Probability No 1 One of them went on a murderous rampage, forcing the others to flee and explaining the personal belongings strewn about
Probability No 2 They tangled with drug dealers. Now they don't tangle with anyone anymore. Ever again. Explaining the massive mess no one seemed to be around to clean up.
Probability No 3 A horrible person-eating monster crawled out from the darkness and ate them. Explains everything.)

Key girl, shrugging: I don't know.The owner ran away, I think.

So that would be like, Probability No 1? Unless the owner was a drug dealer, too.

The Couch:

Liz: The couch looks really nice, though
Me: Yeah.
The big, dusty, splotchy couch stares at us gloomily.
Liz and I exchange happy looks.
Me: It's perfect!
Liz: It's so big!
Me: I wonder if we can carry -- Holy shit this thing is heavy!
Liz: Uh oh.

See, the apartment block is like 5 minutes away from our place. Not far enough to justify renting a lorry. But not near enough to be a walk in the park lugging a bed-sized couch.

In one of the Bedrooms:

Key girl: So do you guys want a bed? I can give it to you cheap.
Liz: Don't these people want their stuff back?
We stare around the room, huddled in the two square feet of floor space not covered by crap.
Key girl, shrugging: Nope. So do you want a cupboard? Mattress? Books? Clothes? Bras?
Me & Liz: Ewwwwwww

Outside:

Me, holding rainbow coloured umbrella: Oh my god, this is so cute!
Liz: Oh my god, yeah!
Me: We can use it on rainy days!
Liz: And it will look so adorable!
Key girl: Um, I don't think so that's such a good idea.
Liz: What? Why not?
Key girl: Because we believe that, you know, things can hide in it. And come out when you open it.
Me, oblivious: What things?
Key girl, obviously wondering where I grew up: You know. Things.
Me & Liz: Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Key girl: But you can take anything else though.

So that is basically the story of our couch. And now it's naked. It's clothes are sitting on top of it, but none of us, domestic goddesses that we are, can figure out how to put it back on.
But we will. Eventually. Really.

People Alphabet

I'll wash my hair and feel a little better
Than holding on, holding on to nothing
I'll wake up and have the whole day
Brought to me by the letter, the letter
The letter A
A for Awesome

Hey little bones holding up my head
You're a lot stronger than you believe
And this heart and this blood,
And this warmth and this need
I hold myself within a circle and I am
Stronger than I believe

I'll write this down, and it will live forever
I'll die, but I'm alive right here
And when I'm sad, I know how to feel better
I just have to find that letter
A

The Ninth Circle

I curse thee to bathe, 265 times a day.

This circle is for betrayers.
It is for people who take the trust put in them by the people who love them and spit it back in their face.
It is for Judas and his ilk.
It is for those who betray their country and their beliefs.
It is for the kind of people who give this up:


For this:


But it's real love, oh it's real. Oh it's real love, oh it's re-a-l love
- Regina Spektor

Vintage Retro Superpower Doll Hero

I was thinking about all the costumes I saw people dressed up in on Halloween...angel, demon, bee/spider hybrid, vampire, ship admiral, mummy, vampire, Jabbawockeez, construction workers, vampire, spiderwoman, CLARK KENT, vampire...and it was so cool. It was cool.
I wished I had gone as Yuko Ichihara. Or even Mokona.

Oh well.

And then I wondered why people dress up on Halloween.

I know, I know. Why do I even care? I've watched enough Buffy the Vampire Slayer (because obviously Buffy is a dependable knowledge guide) to know that it's the time when the monsters and stuff walk around...aimlessly..because everyone looks like them now. And it's something to do with Samhain (yeah, I'm talking about you, Pumpkin Head).
And, uh, that's it.

So I wiki-ed it.
I know! I mean, I don't even know what's on the headlines of the newspaper today and yet I can waste my time Wiki-ing halloween?? It's terrible. Tragic. The values of society these days have gone down the toilet bowl with the sound of the environmentally friendly half-flush.

So anyway, I read it.

Or at least I read half of it, and then got bored.

Why do they write such long posts? Don't they realise the modern attention span is about 1.5 minutes long (and that is an optimistic estimate)? I was totally distracted with searching for Buffy images while waiting for something interesting to happen on the Wiki halloween page. I mean, a celebration of summer? Come on, people! No gruesome underage sacrifices? No naked pagan chanting? No horrific badass monster king? Why am I reading this page again?

Conclusion: It's obvious that Halloween serves no higher purpose than as a glorified LARPing session.

Next year I will go as broccoli.