My Christmas!

 Christmas was anything but dull, this year.


I celebrated it with the boyf's family and it was bliss. Mainly because of his kid half-sister, who is btw, adorable. 


Morning call was at 6.30 in the a.m., of course, with the little one jamming her way through our room door. If that wasn't bad enough, her brother decided to shout at her.. Which inevitably woke me up till I absolutely cannot find a way get back into my REM cycle. So, to the lounge we went, half asleep and hair undone, in our PJ's and dragging ourselves to where the family was gathered.


Under the Christmas tree were presents, evidently enough for 40 people. But nope, there were about 45 presents to be shared among 7 people. Grin. 


Best Christmas ever! I'd post pictures of them once I've figured out a way to photoshop the people out. It is, after all, a family function and unfortunately for you, this means that there were kids and the aged involved. As such, it is a private affair, yo! 


Nevertheless, have a very merry berry Christmas! 
(Hey, I believe in the whole 12 days of Christmas bonanza, and frankly, so should you!)


Anywayyy... Happy Holidays from down under!!


Xx.

Stuck on Bruno Mars

The first time I heard “Billionaire”, I  could not get it out of my head. It was literally stuck in my head 24/7.
Now, with “Just the way you are” playing on the radio all the time, I can’t help but feel envious towards that girl whom he’s singing to. Maybe nobody, but hell, Bruno is definitely the top on my list of ‘wanted’ breath-taking singers whom I’d like to meet.
Kudos to him- singer/songwriter, heck, genius in fact, for coming up with not only such a catchy tune but also lyrics that any mentally healthy girl would die for a man to sing to her.
Lovely as that song is, I came across a slightly different version of this song on Youtube by Legaci. And I’m absolutely loving it.. I’ve been listening to their cover versions for a while now, but I just can’t stop watching this particular one that they’ve come up with.

Just the Way You Are–Legaci

Personally, as an amateur singer in choirs and all, I’ve always been attracted to those who sing the base parts. So, I’m loving Daiyel. Grin. But as a group, they are soooo good, I cannot emphasize enough how much I love their ‘almost’ acapella version of songs.
I am such there are many others who are as good out there, as you might have noticed just by surfin’ on Youtube. But this is one of my personal favourites =)
Here’s one more from Daiyel which I love to watch, more because I love the song than anything else.

I’m Yours–Daiyel

 

I’m not really a big fan of anything per say, so I’m not starting a fan page or anything like that.
But hey- if they’re good, they are good..

 

Xx. 

Nails and tales

Over the past few weeks, my finger nails have been progressively getting shorter and shorter. If it’s not because of a chip, it’s caused by a crack. And I get so fed up, so I just cut them shorter. It grows a little bit more, and I cut them short again.

Now, everyone who is close enough to me would know that I am very anal about my long nails. Personally, I find that nails can tell a lot about a person’s personality- how one keeps them and how one takes care of them. Lol. Yeah, somehow it’s these little details that keeps me attracted to people =p And I mean girls too. I’d stare at them all night if I thought they were hot, not in a “I am attracted to you” way, but more like “Wow, you’re hot. Now, how do I replicate that without being your clone” type of way.

That aside, I take pride in my nails. I love them long and pretty. I rarely ever keep them short, because I don’t like it short. Sheesh. And this has been ever since I left school (except for the rare occasions that I have to keep them short for piano purposes). Anyway, I’ve been having bad nails of late, and I suspect once again it’s caused by the Australian dry weather. Possibly.

So, the other day, I decided to do something for them once and for all. I got them done! Bio-Sculpture Gel style, baybeh!! Lol. Not only did the manicurist fixed all my  broken nails with some silk thingamabob, she totally made it look so natural I don’t even feel like my nails have be “done up”. It’s a little too early for me to judge the effects of this new found discovery, but so far, I’m loving it because I don’t look like I just bit my nails off with a saw anymore. This totally suit my lifestyle because I’ve never been the gentle and slow moving girl, I’ve always been more of a kick-the-chair-and-knock-my-hands-onto-the-table-at-least-once-a-day kinda girl, so, now I don’t really have to worry about breaking another nail. At least for a next couple of weeks.

Not the best shot ever, cause the boyf isn’t very good at snapping photos =p

But I’m pretty now =b

Xx.

Like! me on Facebook thingamabob

I realised that everything on the internet is integrated these days i.e. google has everything for everyone (emails, blogging, search engines and the lovely Chrome), Windows Live is, as I discovered lately, integrating with FB. Did you know that if you update your windows live essentials to the 2011 version, you can chat with fb friends on your windows live messenger? Talk about making life easy for you. All that said, you get my point..


So, in attempts to traffic my blog to get more readers and channel better ads, the boyf suggested I create a FB fanpage. Don't know why it never occured to me before this *knocks own forehead with my right palm*. Well, I'm all set. So, if you'd just click on "LIKE" on my fan page, I'd really appreciate it. It's also my way of connecting to you, who visits my blog..


Toodles.


Xx.

APPLE - To Be or Not To Be?

I have always wondered how an Apple computer thingamabobs work. I mean, I've been to Apple stores and have seen them and have tried to use them (especially the ones connected to a piano keyboard), but as tech-savvy as I'd like to think I am, I never got the hang of it. I mean, it's a bit unnerving when the store/sales people are staring at you from a distance thinking that you're either very dumb or that you're trying to figure out a way to run out of that shop with that MAC without anyone noticing. Since I don't particularly enjoy imprinting either one of those images into one's mind at any point in time, I just don't get to hang around long enough to figure out how it works.

Last week in Tassie, I managed to, for the first time ever, experience a Mac. I know laa, I must sound very stone-aged to you.


The boyf's home happened to have one of those big-arse ones, with bigger-than-my-tivo-screen. As it turns out, it is a necessary investment for those in the designing profession.


Anyway, I tried it out, as those of you who's been stalking my fb page have noticed. Didn't do much, just checked my emails and fb and tweets. BUT, the most amazing thing happened. Touching the mouse connected by a delicate white wire to the back of the really big tower under the table, clicking on in to enter a webpage, and typing on the simple yet delectable keyboard made me feel so girlie. And I mean, really girlie. And I liked that feeling of delicateness. There's something about the color white and girlishness.


So, having given in to the temptation of biting that Apple, I have since been captivated into the mystical world of MAC.. It must have something to do with everything being on the wrong side of the page. Grin.


A little while ago, I was considering getting myself an Ipod just so I can use that Ipod + Nike thingamabobs. 
Especially since the new release of Ipod Nano has a touch screen (ooh, I do love touch screens. Am using a Nokia 5800 myself, and when it first came out, I knew that I had to get my hands on it)!! But I have to say that Apple could honestly do better than that with the options of colors they've given this range.. That said, I think it's a worthwhile buy.. But I have somehow convince myself along the way that I don't NEED it. And a couple of weeks of only talk and no buy later, I have decided that my Nokia 5800 expressmusic is doing a wonderful job and I don't need to seek another music player.

But the experience of using a MAC.. has seriously taken me to a whole other level. 


It's not to say that my Toshiba NB305 isn't doing a good job. I daresay, it is doing a fantabulous job, especially at staying in my handbag when we travel. In fact, I picked it because I fell in love with its design, which is, in my opinion, the most girlie among PC products.. In terms of 'the feel of it'. Come to think about it, anyone who uses this baby can tell you that typing on its keyboard is not unlike a MAC.. But still, I have always loved being different. And since Malaysians aren't very big on Apple products (except the iPhone, of course) then by nature, I'd want something that they don't. 

And I think, owning a MAC would be an awesome start.

Especially one connected to the piano/keyboard, thingamabobs.

Ahh.

Someday. Somehow..

Xx.

Discriminated.

Today, the boyf and I hit the city for a day out. 


And I got verbally bullied by 2 girls who don't look older than 15. 
It's my first ever encounter with discrimination after so many months and because it's so amusing, I didn't even think of being upset about it.


We were on the escalator, carrying our shopping bags (went to DFO, Ahem!), in the train station and just chatting and these 2 girls came out of nowhere, pushing through us and our bags, and saying things like how I'm nothing but an "Asian slut". They said more things, but thats all I managed to catch. And if they boyf hadn't reacted so quickly, I wouldn't have realized that they were referring to me. I think with all the bags in his hand, he only managed some "piss off, fat bitch" or something.. I was over it before we reached our platform. AND THEY WERE THERE, verbally abusing me again! And once again, I was honest to God too amused by this scene to be upset about it.


And the psychologist in me kept wondering, 
"What exactly drives people to act in such spiteful ways to random people on the streets?"


I suppose I can only blame their parents, huh? 


I feel nothing but sorry for them.




Xx.

That Perfect Date.

I’ve always believed that I’m a hopeless romantic.

Not that I’m the romantic one in any way, can’t say I’ve ever made a romantic gesture before. But I’ve always wanted a crazy romantic person who’d spoil me with never ending proclamations of his love for me and shower me with all that sweet nothings.

A couple of weeks ago, I couldn’t have been more sure that I’ve found one.

It was a private occasion, of course. Just to celebrate something between the both of us.. But I wasn’t expecting much. I would have been satisfied with just a little dinner for two someplace decent. But no, this darling of mine decided to surprise me with something nicer than a candlelight dinner for two.

Place: No 35 @ Sofitel on Collin’s Street.

 

The suddenly romantic boyf who swept me off my feet once again.
(Having his entrée)

And here’s me, photo taken by a less than perfect photographer, of course.

My darling devouring his, brisket.

Me and my fish, which I’d like to proudly say that I managed to feed up some.
(For those of you who don’t know, he eats NO seafood whatsoever, except John West’s Smoked Tuna, which apparently, isn’t fishy –_-).

Dessert – Orange & Pistachio. Yummeh.

Check out the view.

Here’s my rosé! The boyf has to drive so he had a Ginger-ish mocktail –_- 
We had a great waiter, unfortunately, not as great a photographer =( oh well.

Here’s to memories. First, of many more.

Xx. 

Kisses, but not from you.

So anyway, the first weeks of my stay in Australia was mostly spent in Coff’s Harbour. And since it was just pushing autumn, the weather was mostly pleasant and we got a chance to do some touristy things around.

First of all, I’d like to state that I was kissed by not only humans but a dolphin and a sealion as well. It was quite an experience but the boyf’s got the gist of how to give me dolphin kisses now and I’m loving it. Grin.

That’s the boyf with Anna, his half-sister. She’s about the cutest doll you’ve ever seen. You’ve never seen so much love (& hate) a sister has for her brother.

We went to the Pet Purpoise Pool, (the don’t really have purpoise though). But they sure have cockatoos. Now, if you’ve ever watched “Mind Your Language”, a British comedy in the 80’s, I think, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Because Giovanni and Max thought it was called a Cockathree, and it was soooo funny.

 That dolphin kiss was amazing!! It’s amazing what you can train them to do.

Then we got to feed the sealions. A little bit more than scary.. But about this kiss from the sealion, now, I have to admit now that I was a little bit apprehensive about it but hey, if kids are okay with it, why should I be scared. I mean, this sealion’s a professional. Grin. And that experience was ticklish. His whiskers were very ticklish. But oh..

So there! Betcha wish you got them kisses too, hey?.. Grin.

Xx.

BGRS

I have often wondered about the point of being in boy-girl relationships (bgrs). 
I mean, why does it happen, why does it have to happen and what happens next.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm not an emo person who's always been unhappy that I've never been in a relationship or the such. I am also not one who'd say "I'm so happy being single" because I can't find a boy.
Not at all. That will be a lie- straight out.


I've been in my own fair share of relationships. In-and out. Out- then in. I believe it's healthy in a way because with each person you've dated, you learn a little bit more about yourself. Now, I'm not complaining about my past relationships. They've all been fun and relatively healthy and I was happy then, too. So, no complaints about most of my past, no-siree. I daresay that it helped shape me into the person that I am today and the person I can be for my family, friends and those important to me. 


But last night something happened between the boyf and I that changed my impression of bgrs forever. My definition of a bgrs prior to this was as I was brought up. Making sure that this person is (apart from the chemistry between us) loving and caring, he's got to be loyal and able to provide for me in our future together. Of course there's a whole other list, but hey, I'm sure its pretty generic.


What I've been missing out is a friend in the boys I've dated in the past. It's always been boyfriends. But a companion is defined as being first friend then partner, not the other way around. I've always missed that and it's a shame because I would have appreciated my partners more in the past if they were my companions.  Now, however.. Is not a time for regret because I'm thrilled that I've realized this now. 


I've found a friend in the boyf. He makes me laugh and sing and skip without having me to feel silly about it. He joins in my singing with his adorable out-of-tune songs and takes bigger steps everytime I skip around to match my pace. He never puts me down and always laugh at my jokes. But most of all, he listens to me like your best friend would and never says that my thoughts are unnecessary. 


So last night ..we laughed a the silliest things and giggled at every movement the other person made.  I don't even remember what was so funny anymore, just the fact that we couldn't stop laughing. I was beyond happy, ecstatic even because he lets me be the child that I am without judging me negatively. 


And that, peeps.. is what I like to believe as a strong foundation of a good bgrs. 


Xx.

Daylight Savings

I honestly think that everyone should experience the whole "daylight savings" thingamajig at least once in their lifetime. It's honestly quite cool- till it's not.


First of all, I'm from Malaysia. It's pretty much on the equator, therefore, no such thing as daylight savings. The light is pretty much the same every day of the year and the night is about there.


Now, this is the first time in all my life I've ever experience having to change the time on my watch, without travelling anywhere. Yep. Just stand in that same spot and change it.. Meanwhile, my phone changed the time on itself. Coolness.


So, the day becomes longer, or shorter, I don't know. Shorter, I think. Since it gets dark by 5 ish (which is totally and absolutely ridiculous because I'm so used to it being dark by 7ish. So, we tire really easily and prolly for the first time of my life I'm actually ready to sleep by 9. 


Unfortunately, I'm also done sleeping by 6 in the am because the sun would already be blaring into my face by then. My first thought every morning since has been "what in the world am I doing here?". Take me home!!


Ahh. The wonders of the world.


Xx.