random fact number 96

Treasury Tags remind me of exams.

Exams remind me of Hitman and how we would always wonder what we would hear if we could read minds, when the invigilator says "5 Minutes!"

We always figured it would be a collective "AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

*LoL*

Hitman if you're reading this, pat yourself on the back *grin*

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to you who may never read this

Dear Children- who- are- hopefully- in- our- future,

I have been toying with writing this for the longest time, but I was worried I would jinx it. Then I realised that jinxing it is not possible as it's all in God's hands.

I am about 15 weeks from marrying Baba (he has decided that is what you will call him, I'm not sure you have a choice in this matter. I on the other hand can't quite decide what you should call me yet. Apparently ibu will take you a while to say) and we're both quite excited.

I'm writing this because I'm not sure we will have you in our future as it's not for us to dictate, but I wanted you to know that in our decisions for our future, you already factor in.

In case I forget, I want you to remind me to tell you one day how Baba proposed, because it's a funny little story that I think you may appreciate.

If you're a girl, know that we decided on your name a sunny day in May when Baba and I were putt- putting around on a dinky motorbike in Koh Samui. I picked your name, whatever he says! He just agreed it was lovely.

If you're a boy, then the credit (or curses?) for your name go to him. He texted me one humid night in July when I was at a beach party and he was being the old man that he is at home. He had just read your name in a book called "Freakonomics" that forecasted popular names in the future. He was desperate that you have a "hip" name as unfortunately you are the product of two geeks.

I wanted you to know that you matter. Whether we ever have the privilege of meeting you. And that years before you even appeared, you were already loved.

Me x x

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random fact number 632

She loves jelly.

She thinks it is one of the best types of comfort food.

The colours make her smile.

The texture makes her giggle.

And it makes her tummy happy.

So there *grin*

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what makes her reel

She realises that she doesn't deal with disappointment well. In fact that is perhaps an understatement. She in fact deals with it badly. It often reduces her to tears.

She also realises that this is really not a good thing.

It's strange when you think of it, because she has taken some fairly hard knocks and she bounces back from them. Sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, but she always bounces back.

She realises however that the ones she tends to take the worst almost always involve her significant other. With her friends she thinks she is more forgiving and so she is disappointed less.

She wonders why this is so. She believes it is symptomatic of a deeper more fundamental fear. She just wishes she knew what it was....

She thinks it might be linked to a fear of abandonment because she takes partings very badly too.

She thinks she needs a shrink.

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because because

Because the sea is our place...

Because randomly, I miss you most on Fridays...

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She is...

twitterpated

by some odd twist of fate

she has realised that most, if not all, the difficult men in her life- past and present- drive VW Golf Gti's

Hmmmm....

Is that their demographic she wonders?

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let down your hair!

*giggle*

Let's just say that after today I won't be playing Rapunzel anytime soon!

Is it just me...

Compare

Is it just me or does the Predator look like a souped up Rastafarian?
*quizzical look*

No offence intended

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return of the quiz junkie

many pennies many thoughts

Something I got sent to me, made me giggle :)

I've learned that it takes years to build up trust, and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.

I've learned that whatever hits the fan will not be evenly distributed.

I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others -they are more screwed up than you think.

I've learned that depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

I've learned that you can keep vomiting long after you think you're finished.

I've learned to not sweat the petty things, and not pet the sweaty things.

I've learned that I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy it.

If only life came with a similar, sarky manual :)

that time of month

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Was watching the last few episodes of season 10 of Friends. "The one where Phoebe gets married" to be exact. And I started tearing up. LoL! Yes it is officially pre period weeping week. Bring on the Hallmark ad's.

*koff koff*

And yet again I am ill. Think I may be allergic to this work malarkey *giggles* I got stubborn and refused to go the the clinic insisting that it would all blow over. Worked for a bit till i realised that I really only was OK between ten in the morning and three in the afternoon. So Buddy got fed up and hauled my cute, not-so-little, patootie into the clinic yesterday. Which has resulted in me getting today off. And I actually think it's done wonders. So bless his little cotton socks. For that and for keeping me company, and for the mangoes and the soup that he brought over.

He loves me *big grin*

And I have weddings on my brain! I dreamt that Buddy proposed to me a few nights ago. It was in his telly room with a ring that confused me. It was one of them dual band jobs, the bands were encrusted with diamonds culminating in a bigger central diamond. I guess it confused me because I felt that the many little diamonds on the band took away from the central stone and he would have been better off with just one stone for the same amount of money. Simplicity goes a long way I think. I remember feeling a little confused but then also at the same time really really happy. Then he ran off to ask my parents' permission and next thing I knew I was pregnant. Go figure!

Been looking at dream dictionaries to see what this means and apparently, the pregnancy symbolises new beginnings or new projects that haven't yet been fully formed. The reaction I had upon receiving the ring is how I truly feel about the relationship and the ring itself symbolises that the relationship is something I am committed to.

So anyone that knows me well has probably heard about my whole fantasy of how I want to meet "the one". Here goes nothing:-

I want to meet him in an elevator and get stuck in there with him for four hours or so where we would just talk and talk. We'd eventually get out and go our separate ways only to realise a little later that we'd actually fallen in love. Then [insert miracle] we would suddenly find each other again despite only knowing each other's first name. We would date for a year or so and he would propose. Not big on the long convoluted courtship because:-

i. I think falling in love is not a decision but staying in love is. I believe you know which way you'll decide very soon after meeting the person. You know if it will work and if you want it to work. But only if you're "there" and asking yourself those questions.

ii. I'm really not getting any younger and I would like to have kids when I'm young enough to play with them. I'd like to enjoy being married before having kids and I'd like to be able to retire with the person I've chosen to grow old with, having fulfilled my commitments to my children and having seen them safely into adulthood.

iii. The world is full of fish, why keep nurturing the same one when you know you're not interested in that breed?

[It sounds terribly practical I know, but having been in two long term serious relationships that amounted to very little my outlook's changed just a tad]

Anyway back to the dream, he would propose to me, with an Alexandrite engagement ring [Because diamonds are far too cliche] on the summer solstice, when the sun sets on the longest day of the year, in a field full of daisies. He'd ride in on a tandem bicycle singing "Daisy daisy, tell me you love me do. I'm half crazy but for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage. I can't afford a carriage. But you'd look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two" [I know my name's not Daisy, and there are no fields of daisies in Brunei, but a girl can dream] I would laugh, say yes, clamber on the bike and ride off into the sunset with him.

The wedding would be in a big giant marquee a-la the last scenes in "My Best Friend's Wedding". With a giant dance floor and a great swing band. There would be Lindy hop instructors teaching a basic Lindy class in the first hour or so of the reception and instructors roaming around throughout the event so some fun Lindy goes on all night. Sean Ghazi would sing because he, above all singers, brings together both my eastern and western- ness. Who else does it more eloquently than he, when he sings "Hujan di Tengah Hari" [Which translates to "Rain at Midday"] with the oh- so- recognisable music from "Singing In the Rain" in the break of the song. Combining my western mind and eastern soul with such finesse.

So that is the fantasy *giggle*. Do I need it all? No. Not at all. But it's fun to think of no? At the bottom of this silly little romantic heart of mine, all I really need is someone who will grow old with me.

Keychains?!

So getting out of my car today I dropped my keys. Then it struck me. Boys I have loved give me keychains. I wonder what that says about me *screws face up in deep thought*

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Why "Wearing Sunscreen"?

It's been brought to my attention that the address for this blog is rather random and makes little sense. It does! Honest! It's from "The Sunscreen Song" read by Baz Luhrman.

Baz Luhrman - Sunscreen Speech
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Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ?9...Wear sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you cant grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked...You're not as fat as you imagine.

Dont worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don't be reckless with other peoples hearts, don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don't waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind...the race is long, and in the end its only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what to do with your life...the most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium

Be kind to your knees, you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you wont, maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't, maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary...what ever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either - your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body, use it every way you can...don't be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, its the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents, you'll never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography in lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair, or by the time its 40, it will look 85.

Be careful who advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than its worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen...

It seems like pretty sound advice to me, especially the sunscreen *smiles* Told you that I was a lyrics kinda girl!

nail on the head!

how apt!

me in a nutshell

*giggle*