how i want my man to be...
When I had a talk with papa over coffee yesterday, he advised me to act a bit stupid at times just so my man's ego wouldn't get wounded. You know a man's ego is bigger than Mount Everest. But seriously, I don't want to act stupid. Not even a teensy weensy bit. I don't see the need. A man that loves me through and through will never get intimidated by me. A man that truly loves me will never be scared of me. Show me a man that will never get scared of me. To him I shall belong. For he must have a bottomless well of love.
Listening to: Nothing Sunday, December 23, 2007, 10:16 p.m. |
so what if im still on the singles market...
God what is it with people racing to the altar... And what is it with people, my olds in particular, always talking me into participating. Ok, quick facts. One of my best friends, 23, married her husband after only six months of dating. My distant cousin Wenny, 27, just yesterday married a guy she's known for all of two months. The youngest daughter of my mum's good friend, 22, is getting married in March to a guy she dated for less than a month prior to the proposal. And it's their parents who are really itching for them to tie the knot. Last night as we were driving home from Wenny's wedding, my parents told me that I should, if possible, marry the next guy I could coax into a relationship as soon as 'Will you be my girlfriend?' came out of his mouth. That I should behave more ladylike because I might scare off potential in-laws. And, this is my mum's favorite, that I was 24 and once I turned 25 my beauty would start to go downhill. Yes my bad she's been saying that ever since I turned 21. God. Enough already. Have mercy on me. Look, I don't care about people thinking I would make a stink daughter-in-law. I don't care if I start looking like I'm 50 when I'm really 25. I don't care how long it takes me to find The One. Those people that marry their sweethearts after three months since their first encounter, I'm very happy for them and I hope they're really meant for each other, although honestly I have my doubts. I guess I'll know when I find my One (actually I sort of have, this guy in Auckland...but can't say much at present LOL). My main concern now is to find a steady job and save as much money as possible for when my marriage doesn't work out I'll have enough 'escape fund' :)
Listening to: Nothing Friday, December 21, 2007, 06:33 a.m. |
indo pride part 235
Alright guys...an addition to the songs in languages I don't speak but listen to anyway because I luurrvvve them! Hahahaha. This one is in Batak, er...not sure if it's Bataknese or one of the Batak dialects. Aaarrrgghh I suck at my own geography! The Batak, for those not in the know, is a prominent tribe in North Sumatera known for their strong Christianity. The song's called Gestung (is this the proper title? I hear it's got a looong one), the guy on piano is Viky Sianipar, and the singer is Tia Fanta Pinem. The song is yet another work of Sianipar's staggering genious. I already own his 2003 album, Toba Dream, a collection of Batak folk songs done in a modern, enchanting way.
You know, everytime I feel ashamed of being an Indo because of our mess, I listen to folk songs. They tingle my spines, warm my heart, and remind me of the beautiful and culture to keep and pass on to the next generation. And the next, and the next, and the next...It's like they whisper to me that they need my hands and those of others in my generation to stop the mess and keep everything in place, right where they belong, with our ancestors. Yes my bad and that includes the Batik. Hands off Malaysians, it's ours. Listening to: Elly Kasim - Kampuang Nan Jauh Di Mato (Padang for 'My Home So Far Away') Monday, December 17, 2007, 08:19 p.m. |
proud member of the singlish appreciation society...
I can be a real life, modern day Lucy Westenra. Yes and I say 'oceans of love' an awful lot too. I just don't want my life to end as tragically as hers. Anyway, check this out mah peeps...Even if you don't understand Singlish you'll find the whole thing easy to follow. I've seen (or read, more like) these ah bengs pulling the leg of a halal food joint keeper time and again, and each time I laugh my lungs out.
*faints of laughter* Oh by the way Ah Beng is a Hokkien term for a man that behaves badly.Listening to: Nothing Friday, December 14, 2007, 11:42 p.m. |
guys...tell me about it
God you've no clue how much I enjoy our little game eh. As you know I played it one on one at first, but now since you two have joined forces I have no choice but take both of you on at once. Man isn't it more exciting that way. I've brought a new match. I'm still doing the guy one on one, but soon I'll have a threesome to combat! Hahahaha... Anyway. Honestly I'm tired of this little game. Can we be friends? Can't we be NORMAL friends? Can we be like those normal people out there - speaking exactly what's in mind, saying hi, having a chat, poking each other on Facebook? Sure. Of course we can. We're grown-ups aged 25, 24, and 22 by Vishnu's many arms! You men are just lacking willpower.
Listening to: Nothing Wednesday, December 12, 2007, 10:33 p.m. |
19. 20. 21. 22. 23. 24. Grew up in Indonesia, currently resides in Auckland, New Zealand. UI alumna, a third year at AU doing a BA in English Literature and Films, next stop is either Yale or NUS. Into photography, world music, graphic design, and whatnot. Stalk me: Friendster/DA/Shvoong/ Yuwie More? The picture was taken by yours truly in Northhead, Devonport, on April 21 2007 using a Nikon D70 belonging to The University of Auckland's Photography Society. As usual, the layout was coded by me and other images except the ones for fanlistings, cliques, and quizzes were created by me as well using Adobe Photoshop 7.0. Don't steal. More?