Swirls and Twirls: October 2009

If I Were a Boy...

Over our girls' night out last week, Lin posed this question, "What kind of girl do you think that guys would want?". Would guys want Miss Brainy, Miss Cute, Miss Hot and Sexy, Miss No-nonsense, Miss Funny or Miss Slutty? Our answers to her question were varied and it got me thinking; if I were a guy, what sorta girl would I find attractive?

Naturally, every hot blooded male would want someone that looks like Megan Fox (just giving an example of the current sex kitten in Hollywood. If you ask me, I think she looks manly in certain angles!). If I were a guy, I would, of course want a decent looking girlfriend and hey, if she looks anything like Megan... you would not hear me complaining.

But looks aside, I'd want a smart girl -- someone that challenges me mentally and is an equal to me in most ways. The damsel in distress bit is a boost to the male ego and what man cannot resist a pretty girl who needs help? Especially if you can get some ass as reward. I kid, I kid.

Of course, this subject of attraction is subjective. If you just want ass and not kids, then who cares what you take home? It could be the bag man down the street or even the aunty who makes tea --- whatever lights your fire.

Today, a good friend (whom shall remain anonymous because she will kill me if she finds out I'm blogging about this) asked me yet another thought provoking question.

In order of importance in a life partner, rank the below:

physical attraction
mental stimulation
emotional growth
financial stability

My answer: 1) mental stimulation 2) emotional growth 3) financial stability and 4) physical attraction.

Okay, I understand that I would need to rationalise my choice criteria in a life partner.

Mental stimulation is No.1. We have to face it, a pretty face fades over time. What happens if all that was handsome is now saggy and wrinkled? We're hoping that here's when love would kick in and make life bearable. Therefore, wouldn't it help if that person is also smart and funny? Thus providing you with mental stimulation when physical stimulation fails.

As for No.2 emotional growth. Isn't it obvious? You need someone you can grow with. A great partner allows you explore yourself and your potential. What's the point of waking up one day deciding that you need to take time off to go and find Y O U. Cannot go find yourself in a relationship ah? I strongly belief that everyone must be able to hold on to their individuality when in a relationship or they could end up losing themselves.

No.3 - Financial stability. We live in a materialistic world. Want to shit also need to pay money. Want to have kids also need to fork out dough. I hate to sound like a money grabbing bitch, but no money, no talk. Things are so expensive and it would be hard to have a family if financial stability is not in the picture. :( Providing a comfortable environment for children is vital.

No. 4- Physical attraction. Back to No.1. Of course, it is an added bonus if he looks like Clive Owen. LOL!

Disclaimer: I am by no means a relationship pro. Thoughts and opinions expressed in this blog are purely from my perspective and subject to change every time I fart. This blog should not be construed as advise for failed/failing relationships. No relationship decisions should be taken without first consulting a relationship counsellor, good friends and your mother. Past performance and any forecast is not necessarily indicative of the future or likely performance of a relationship.

Our Highland Fling Recorded

I think camcorders are so COOL! Thanks to Nick and his dunno-how-many-thousand-times zoom camcorder.

In 2005, They Cut Me Open and Took My Appendix

I wasn't abducted by aliens, don't worry. I had appendicitis four years back and since I found some pictures, I thought I would share the story.

Now, appendicitis basically means that your appendix (a useless tube of tissue from your large intestine) is inflamed and angry. If left alone, the angry appendix would most prolly burst/erupt and be potentially fatal. Of course, it beats me how someone can possibly ignore/endure the pain for that long. I'm guessing that the angry appendix doesn't just explode in five minutes but like it takes a while for it to reach its limit.

Back in 2005, I think it happened on either a Saturday or Sunday. It was also the day of my younger cousin's full moon or one year birthday celebration dinner. Earlier in the day, I was out with friends walking around Bangsar.I had a Starbucks Coffee Jelly drink and a heavy meal. I was sooooo stuffed.

And you know what? When your parents tell you not to jump around after food or your appendix will explode.... IT IS TRUE!!!! I didn't exactly jump around. One or two people would know what actually brought on the blockage of my appendix and to the rest, I'm not telling! Unless you pay me.*whistles*

So, come dinner time... I headed over to my grandmother's place and there was a big feast going on with caterers and so on. I remember feeling not very hungry, but grabbed a fried chicken drumstick anyway (being greedy and all!). I tried to eat it, but couldn't as I felt some discomfort in my lower abdomen. At first, I thought it was Urinary Tract Infection as I used to suffer from that a lot.

I went upstairs to rest and my younger cousin Kei Kei decided to run around me in circles. That really did it and I ran to the toilet to puke and shit. Not at the same time, one after the other lah! So, when all that was done... I thought I would feel some relief, but I was so wrong as the pain intensified and my parents had to drive me to the clinic.

Dad drove at like 60kph because he was afraid that the potholes and bumps would cause me more pain. I was rolling around the backseat making animalistic noises. Howling and screeching in pain. I crushed a plastic bottle. Scared my brother who must've thought that my brains were melting. I came in the car seated and by the time we reached the clinic in USJ 4, I had rolled around clockwise/counter clockwise several times.

The pain was so bad. It kept going up a notch every minute and from a mild discomfort, it became unbearable. I wanted to rip out my abdomen and pull my hair. Anyway... BIG mistake in going to the clinic because the doctor took one look at me and said to go to the hospital. He had the mercy and wisdom to jab me with some painkillers.

I rolled into the emergency room, they propped me on a hospital bed and gave me another shot of painkillers. Things from there on till when I met the doctor were a blur haze. The doctor came by to see me early morning and I was in a drugged state and completely alone. Somewhere I must've told my parents to go home and rest.

Doctor: How are you girl?

Me: Urghh.. uh..oh...
Doctor: I see, I see.... *pressing abdomen*
Me: Owwwhh
Doctor: Girl, I think you have appendicitis
Me: Ohhgayy

Nurse: Can you sign these papers?

Me: Ohhgayy *signs*

WTF? I'm alone. Obviously drugged and they ask me to sign the consent form? I didn't know that I had signed it until much later in the morning when one of the hospital helpers came to take me for X-rays. He told me that I was going to go in the operating room in a few hours and I was like, 'NO WAY!!!'. Dad was there by that time and we called in the nurse who confirmed that I had signed on it. Wtf. Talk about a shock. I had thought that since the pain was gone that I would just need to take pills and stroll back home.

I was sorta freaking out inside, but kept a cool macho face. But deep inside, I was chicken shit. Kept thinking of all those horror stories of people who remain conscious despite the general anesthesia numbing their bodies. They are awake and totally aware of everything, but cannot shout out. Argh. Not the best thoughts to have before you are about to be cut open like a piece of meat.

They wheeled me into the operating theatre and propped me on the operating bed.

OUT OF NO WHERE POPS....

A bloody clown!!! WTF.

Okay. It didn't go down that way. Here's what happened.

This fella:

Is the anesthesiologist.

He was wearing a surgical mask that made his red wispy hair poke out by the sides like a clown's. Did I tell you his name is Robert? No? Thank god, because his name isn't Robert.

In fact, it's LOBERT! This clown introduced himself to me as LOBERT. And he was about to inject me with anesthesia to ensure that the surgery is painless. I thought I was surely fucked.

Lobert started counting backwards from 10, 9, 8, 7 ..................... and I knocked out before 6. Not bad for a clown aye.

The feeling of waking up after GA is quite surreal. I remember hearing the nurses calling my name gently and telling me to wake up. I'm grateful for their kind voices because it didn't freak me out that badly when I couldn't move my body. I was super groggy --- I remember seeing my dad, Sheau Ing, Edmund and Chin Ong in my hospital room. I think I waved hello and gave a thumbs up before I passed out again.

Recovery was a bitch. I couldn't laugh. Couldn't eat properly. Worst still, I couldn't SHIT properly! Oh the horrors. I was so afraid of showering in case I got the bandages and wound wet. A lot of people were especially caring and supportive of me during the time I was recuperating. I am so thankful for my family and friends. *mwah*

Okay. I'm going to end this post with three pictures. Not for the faint hearted. You have been warned!

1. A picture of me without make up, stoning on the hospital bed

2. A picture of me pulling my pants down... to show the bandage

3. A picture of the Angry Appendix. Goodbye and good riddance, you pain in the abdomen!

My Cuties

Everyone who has ever moved house or packed their rooms would know that in that process, you rediscover a lot of junk - things you never knew you had, things you never wanna see again, things you can't bear to throw away, things that are still good and can be used. And in some rare cases you stumble upon a stash of money you've hidden. Well, that did not happen to me lah! No money found, just some knickknacks and stuff.

Here are some cuties that I bought from my last trip to Bangkok. I realised that I forgot to blog about the trip! Anyway, I was there for a short shopping trip with the Chan sisters and Lin. Fun times.

Soulja Boy

Love Slave

Spidey

These tiny fellas were to be given out as souvenirs, but I was greedy and kept some for myself. HeeHee.

The Pirate

Oh, and you know what else is cute?

Me in my old passport photo.

Cute right? It says SPRINKLE in pink on my dress. AHAHHA!

So You Can Stalk Me

A while back, I said that I was going to finally sort out the labels/categories of my post entries. Well, I've been working on it... slowly and now, I've done it! HURRAH!

The categories are listed below my Facebook badge.

Home Under Reno

Moving house is such a drama.. especially if the renovations are not completed when you want to move in. URGH!

I am never moving house again. It is such a P A I N in the A S S!

Here's a visual tour of my unfinished house. These pictures were taken about two weeks before we moved in. Of course, now things are pretty much in place.

This is the exterior. Our house is not yellow anymore, but a nice shade of grey.

This is the kitchen area. The plain white tiles have been removed and the walls are painted a cheery yellow. Kitchen cabinets came in about a week ago.

The kitchen area cont'. The back is our backyard, where we hang the clothes. It doesn't get direct sunlight, which also means it doesn't get the rain. Works both ways, I guess.

This is the Guest Room. All are welcomed.

Le Guest Room is bigger than my room. It has an attached bathroom. Oh, the luxury!

More pictures of the backyard....

Wowweeee! CHECK OUT THE VIEW FROM MY ROOM! Wtf. -__- Awesome innit? I get to see people's bras and panties.

Hello. This is my room. Before it was violently splashed with dual shades of PINK.

This is the view from our second hall/study area.

Checkout the wiring. Thank god, everything was nicely tucked in and concealed under cement and paint when we finally moved in.

I'll post pictures of the house soon... when everything is 'A' okay. Right now, the plumbing in the upstairs common bathroom is not working! We have a water stain as huge as the world map on one of the walls. No kidding.

Mid-Autumn Festival Makan with the Family

My grandma is an awesome cook. Her meals are tasty, straight from the heart and full of LOVE. Old school, but it's the best. I try to minimise my rice intake (diet and all that) but when I'm over for meals, there is just no controlling what I eat. All I know is that I can't stop shovelling food down my throat.

OMM NOM NOM NOM NICE.

Here are pictures from our makan a few weeks back. I just love my grandparents.

Of course, we had mooncakes. The ones from Purple Cane are just so cute and yummy! The green tea flavoured ones are my fave.

The box even doubles up as an awesome decor! How 'value' is that!

Another must-have at our yearly gathering are:

Yam and some Devil's-horn-look-alike-nut-that's-quite-delicious.

Pomelos

And kids (my brother is a BIG KID) playing with candles and lanterns

How I Spent Last Saturday

Last Saturday was Deepavali and we headed off to Bentong to visit Dr Dorai and family. It was a perfect day! The sun was out, bright and happy. I was somewhat well rested and had a new dress to wear.

Heh. I think I have a goofy look here. Why wasn't I looking at the cam? Ah, beats me.

I realised that I look different when posing with different angles - right or left. Here's a picture of both angles. I also realised that I have a cheesy smile. Dammit. What's wrong with me.

Saw this HA HA billboard thingy along the road. FUGLY piece of shit!

As with all road trips, snacking is a MUST. :D

Princess Lauren graced us with her presence - sunglasses and toy gun in tow.

Isn't she just precious? XOXO.

We had a heck load of mutton and other yummy stuff. Of course, no trip to Bentong is complete without the famous Kaw Po Homemade Ice Cream. No pictures here, sorry! Was the ice cream nice? Well.. it is surely no Häagen-Dazs! It is rather watered down and it doesn't have that rich creamy taste that I love in ice cream.

Later at night, we headed to Bulldog in Hartamas for some good ol British pub food. FYI, the British are Vic's No.2 (after Italians) All Time Favourite Nationality.

Toad in the Hole!

Effing awesome. Big enough to be shared by two persons. So yummy, I feel like having one now! It's a great meal that warms your tummy and soul. Sounds so cliche, but it is TRWUUUU. Confirm happy after eating this!