Homesickness.

I’ve been away from home for exactly 13 days now and I miss it terribly..
But at the same time, I’m loving it here too.

Gosh, I wish I could pack home and bring it (and all of them) here with me.

 

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.

And she wonders..

So, lately I’ve been doing a lot of thinking;
about life and the such.

Now, although everyone thinks about it every once in a while, I believe that no one has the answer to all their questions. And of course, the dimension of our thoughts and questions are defined by the experiences and circumstances that we’re in, therefore, all the aspects of these thoughts differ from one person to another. Or, as I like to believe it to be.

So will somebody please tell me
“What on earth are we doing here?”

Xx.

The BoyF. Drunk.

So, here I was waiting like the good girlfriend I am, thinking that the Boyf was having fun @the Nott. (More about it when I can, it's the infamous pub down the road). But no, he got drunk somewhere else. Here's an exhibit of his drunkardness. Lol. Because he never does that!

And he is oh-so-cute!

Ahh, loves.

Xx.

That White Boy

So, I’ve been noticing that all around me there are so many people who are dating Caucasian boys. The mall, the restaurant, the movies, the park ..etc. You get the picture.

Now, although dating a person of another race is NO new thing, I am referring to Caucasian men! White. Enough said. It’s like a fashion to walk around holding a white man’s hand and have his arms around your waist. And believe me, a Chinese/Caucasian couple gets more attention than anything else. I know, because you caught my attention. And I know, because I caught you staring at me too.

Now, I’ve never really given a care about the race of the person I date. It’s more of what is in his head (& heart) that matters to me. But it just so happened that this time round’ I found what I like in a Caucasian. I’m not exactly a trend follower here so I really feel the need to justify that I’m not a follower of the fad! And everytime I see people staring at me, I know that they’re judging me to be that shallow person I sometimes seem to look.

You see, a couple of months ago, I went on a trip to Langkawi with the Boyf. And because he’s white and I’m not, everyone was staring. First I was highly convinced that they were staring because I am, after all at least 1 head and three quarter shorter than he is. Which means that he’s about 1 head taller than most men. So, his height could have been the factor. Then after sooo many times of people staring, I started feeling like one of those escorts in Thailand or the such bringing a horny white tourist around- a gold-digger no doubt. No offence to you girls, not judging you in any way whatsoever and I’m sure it’s a considerably respectable job in your circle. BUT!! I am a Psychology graduate and I was a Psychology lecturer at that point in time. I felt absolutely degraded, it was not even funny okay. Anyway, Langkawi or not, it sometimes happens here in the city okay! I can feel your judging eyes at the back of my head!!!

But anyway..

Here’s why I’m in love with a white boy today. He’s proven to be by far, the most opinionated person (within reason, of course) and not clouded by the “teachings” of a (many) ridiculous cultures. He’s Romanian, which means that he was brought up in a collectivist society. But wait, he’s also Australian, thereby making him think and act as an individualist. I love that mix in him, and although the Australian in him dominates his entire being, I might be in love with him because there’s still a twinge of Romanian in him. Da?

Now, here’s why I don’t think I can be with another typical man brought up the Malaysian way. And yes, I am generalizing! Firstly, all you men can think about is- making money! Fine, nothing wrong with that. We all do that. But there’s got to be more to life than just business and money making schemes. What about life? What about enjoyment? Don’t you seek to learn more about other things in life- what do people do in other cultures, how to they think and why do they act the way they do? What about other creatures, there’s more to love in this world than just women and money! Every time I talk to you, it’s about money. Grr. So, I get that being rich is important but apart from thinking about money all the time, can’t we switch to a more interesting conversation every 5 minutes or so? Like, global warming and civilization. Or if your head cannot take deep conversations like that, let’s talk about the latest movie. Let’s discuss the meaning of the movie instead of just the storyline. The problem with you “macho” men is that whilst you’re making the big bucks and driving the big cars (which, you know what they say about big cars kan? It’s to make up for small “packages”), your brains are kinda.. empty when it comes to general knowledge and stuff. You’re easily contented with the big bucks in your wallet and bank account, but I don’t see how you can hold your head high with such pride when your brains kinda, empty. Here’s a secret, not every girl likes just your money. I’d rather you have some brains to keep me entertained than your money.

Plus, I like a man to be able to teach me things, help me see the world in a different light everyday and support me thru my silliness and stupidity while guiding me to learn things. I am after all, a firm believer than life is a learning process. It’s a journey. Funny how I’m the one you call a bimbo when you’re pretty much the male version of one. Masculine, my *rse.

Anyway, in all these months that we’ve been together, the Boyf has done just that. Taught me things and agree with my opinions. Whenever he disagrees with me, he’s got some valid reason to back him up. He even takes in all my arguments like a man and accepts me for who I am. I like that in a man. Rationality and logic is all it takes to suck me in.

Unfortunately, its a trait I rarely see in the guys I grew up with. Or even the people I’m meeting today. Everytime I strike a conversation that is remotely intellectual and interesting to me, all you do is yawn or shut me up tune out. On the other hand, because the Westerners (am not referring to just the Caucasians) are brought up differently with better education systems, most of them are just way more intellectual than most Malaysians are.

So, I have come to a conclusion. All these years of feeling like I can never fit it the society that I grew up in, I’ve concluded that at least half the girls I see dating a white guy is as similar to me in that she might have never been understood in her very own social circle as well. Some girls are just way deeper than you think, boys.

The other half, may very well be the bimbos you all think I am.

Xx.

That Day @ Crab Island

A couple of weeks ago, I joined the Photography Club trip to Pulau Ketam (Crab Island) for well, a photography session. It’s about 45 minutes of train ride to the port from Subang Jaya KTM station, and 45 minutes of ferry ride to the island.
Now, because I’m no expert in taking photographs OR being in photographs, I figured I’d just join to learn a thing or two because the club advisor was my colleague and I have already finish all my work which needed urgent attention and the rest could wait.
Ultimately, I went because of …Fresh Seafood!!
Needless to say, we had a hearty meal. And I managed to get a few photos of ME shot! Grin.

Those four photos are courtesy of Andrew Lee photography (i.e. 25 megapixels camera, all I know is, it was a Canon- what!!? I told you I don’t know anything about photography but I’m more than happy to learn more..). The quality may not be justified here because I just extracted it from FB.

The rest of the photos are from the lovely camera which I use, my very loyal Nikon S200!! In the ferry after 2 hours of waiting!!

After staring at a couple of students modeling about, I tried some ideas.. And prolly failed miserably because I haven’t a clue what was I trying to sell apart from Me. Walking along the jetty @Crab IslandAfter all that commotion under the sun (another second there and I’d prolly get a heatstroke, along with the 100 students), I’m finally on my way home.

My only companions..

Xx.

Today, Xia Xue weds

Now, for everyone who’s even remotely connected to the blog world, you’d know who she is. That blogger from Singapore who’s famous for her witty tongue and brave comments. Over the years, she’s been writing about her life and opinions openly and I’m sure the all of Singapore and most of the world would know her.


Recently engaged with her fiancée Mike from the US,  she got married today and needless to say, spoiled with the most extravagant of choices for the best wedding a girl could ever have.


So, here’s my heartiest and warmest wishes for the both of you (even if you may never read this post). Congratulations, Mr. & Mrs. Sayre.


* I know it’s no big deal that she’s married BUT I’ve been reading her blog for so many years that although her stories could be edited to sound more dramatic, it feels like you know someone from all she says okay. And she’s about the only person I know who’s about my age and married. My friends are still, playing about so.. it’s exciting! Plus, I'm dating a Caucasian too.. 


Xx.