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Tuesday, 22 August 2006
Moved!
Now Playing: Broadway - Goo Goo Dolls
Ah! Finally managed to log in!!! Seriously, before Mr Blog shuts me out again, I better tell you guys. I've moved blogs, ehe. You can now find me at
gurlwithcurlz.wordpress.com

Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 7:26 AM BST
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Moved!
Now Playing: Broadway - Goo Goo Dolls
Ah! Finally managed to log in!!! Seriously, before Mr Blog shuts me out again, I better tell you guys. I've moved blogs, ehe. You can now find me at
gurlwithcurlz.wordpress.com

Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 7:03 AM BST
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Friday, 18 August 2006
Moved!
Mood:  irritated
Now Playing: None
Hey everyone!

My new blog is finally up and running. Check it out at http://gurlwithcurlz.wordpress.com


Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 6:29 PM BST
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Thursday, 27 July 2006
Moving...
Mood:  crushed out
Now Playing: Goo Goo Dolls - Stay With You
Due to popular request... I will be moving blogs soon! And hopefully blogging more often, since I just set up the wireless at home which now, hehe, allows me to connect in my room!! Oh the joys of technology!!!!

Well anyway, till then .. ta-ta! Ooh..and do tell me which blog services are the best !


Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 11:10 AM BST
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Monday, 10 July 2006

Mood:  chatty
Now Playing: Bright Lights - Matchbox Twenty
Topic: Crap
It's all over - World Cup has come to and end. I must admit, it saddens me a little. World Cup brings a festive atmosphere to Malaysia. For one month or so, everyone literally lives on football. Employees come in late to work - and need not explain themselves...because the bosses themselves are late! Suddenly girls sit down in the middle of the night to watch 22 men kick a ball. And in the day, we gather to discuss the latest heartthrobs of the soccer field. When a team loses, you can feel the pain of all those who've lost their money to bets. Every other TV programme is frequently interrupted by football commercials. All day long, radio stations commentate on the latest match, while self-declared football analysts call up to give their opinion. Hell, even mobile phone networks send out free text updates on the World Cup situation! This is what Malaysia becomes every four years.

The Battle of the Blues could not have been more entertaining - going into extra time then penalties, and an unexpected headbutt by Zidane! I quote Fariza "Zidane my dear, that's a man's chest. Not a football."

My extended family congregated at my house to watch the finals last night. We linked the Astro decoder to a projector so that we could watch it on the wall - big screen =) . It was truly amusing, having both Italian and French fans around - and THE Italian fan (i.e. my mum) was truly Italian last night. She was screaming and shouting and yelling "Kick it...waht is wrong with you???... aiyo, up into heaven, don't you know how to kick a ball???...stupid boy, you wait for the other team to come and then you expect not to lose it?... what are you doing? you think this is gymnastics uh? use your foot!" etc.

Malaysia's love for football is truly amazing. I mean, our team can't even play for nuts - and yet, we are all die-hard fans? (Well ok, most of us.) I mean, how many countries will you find nightclubs putting up screens to showcase football? Or public transport extended just to service football fans staying up till 3 a.m. to watch a match?? All this to watch completely foreign teams compete for a golden trophy!

I admit, I am not a true football fan. Here and there, I pick up a bit about what is going on between european leagues - but when it comes to World Cup, I suddenly convert into a full-fledged football fool. It's amazing how much my knowledge of football grows within this season - only to be forgotten in the next three years. But do not worry, all this knowledge will resurface at the next World Cup. It's like it hibernates in my subconscious for 3 years, and then makes a brief appearance for the world's most prestigious football tournament.

Oh dear, my laptop battery is running out! I've been ranting too much on football...so before I lose my entry, ta-ta!

Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 8:54 AM BST
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Friday, 23 June 2006
Men in uniforms don't always fit into a fantasy ...
Mood:  spacey
Now Playing: Where does the good go? - Grey's Anatomy Soundtrack Album Artist
Topic: Crap
Yesterday, while waiting for the bus to Kilburn, a pleasant sight caught my eye.

Right accross the street was a handsome young man, stylishly dressed, sitting comfortably in an expensive-looking cabriolet while casually chatting on his phone. It was picture perfect. I had to feast my eyes. The sun bounced off his red drop-top and I could tell he knew I was watching. And he was enjoying it. But I couldn't care less. He was a stranger, it didn't matter if I boosted his ego for a while. Besides, all my mind could scream was "FIT GUY! COOL CAR! I WANT!!!!!"

And then the worse ending to any fairy-tale came. Two policemen on their motorbikes suddenly appeared next to him, and suddenly his convertible didn't look so shiny after all. Was it my imagination - or did it get slightly shadier ??

The police made no attempt to be discreet. One bellowed loudly at the man for talking while driving, and neither gave a second glance to the trail of traffic they were holding up. The hawt guy was obviously more than embarrassed, and I tried to turn away ...you know, to be polite. But I couldn't!! I was transfixed!!!

Ouch ouch ouch. Stupid police. Why did you have to disrupt the closest thing I've had to a real-life fantasy?? GRrrrr...

On a different note, enjoy your summer, all of you at IC. Get out, get a tan, bask in the sun, don't waste any moment! Cause you know the next 9-months you have in this dreary city will give you very little sunshine. I want to see each and every one of you with a nice brown tan in October, ok ??

And for those back in Malaysia - wheeeee... your fat-ass friend is making her way home!!! Can't wait to see you guys!!!

I'm going where the sun keeps shining
Through the pouring rain
Going where the weather suits my clothes
Backing off with the North-East wind
Sailing on the summer breeze
Tripping over the ocean
Like a stone

-The Beautiful South, "Everybody's Talking"



Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 8:11 PM BST
Updated: Friday, 23 June 2006 8:10 PM BST
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Tuesday, 13 June 2006
It's a small world ...
Topic: Crap
Yesterday, the weirdest thing happened. Ok ... perhaps not weirdest, but it definitely tops my list of freaky encounters.

I bumped into Justin at church yesterday!!!!!

For the benefit of those who don't personally know him (which is the vast majority!) - he is a campfriend I met when I was thirteen years old! He lived in Ipoh which is in another state from where I live - but recently moved nearer to me.

We keep in touch intermittently - and to think that we'd meet up 600 miles away from home? Sometimes the weirdest things just happen ...

And to add, Justin claims that "When I entered the church, I thought to myself: Wouldn't it be ironic if this was Selina's church?" Ironic indeed.

~Still recovering from shock that I met a 'childhood-cum-teenagehood' friend all the way over here!

Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 4:49 AM BST
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Tuesday, 6 June 2006
Forced into wedlock
Mood:  sharp
Now Playing: Natalie Imbruglia - Counting Down The Days
Topic: Criticism
Today I was hit by yet another part of reality that I am often sheltered from. Arranged marriages - they still go on. And I've always known this fact, but somehow my subconscious managed to con me into believing that these things happen in a far far away land to people I would probably never meet. Having grown up in a family that respects choice, the thought that anyone can be forced into wedlock against their free will is a very, very foreign idea to me. Strange. Alien. Unrelatable. Perhaps it's because neither my grandparents (on my maternal side, but I hardly know much about my paternal side) or parents have not had an aranged marriage. Hell - my grandparents eloped. My grandmother was promised as a second wife to a rich businessman (if my memory doesn't fail me). But having a mind of her own, she decided to take her future into her own hands and ran away to marry my grandfather. If you think this isn't drama enough - let me remind you that this was about 50 years ago - when the Chinese and Indian didn't usually intermarry. (My grandmother is Chinese.) On an unrelated note, this perhaps might explain my sometimes rebellious behaviour... , it's in my genes to be unconventional!

But I digress. Despite the time that has passed, some abandoned traditions are still lurking around. Today a friend complained, between tears, how much her parents want to control her life. Don't get me wrong, she doesn't live a life of constant watch where she can't leave the compound without a chaperone or something. In fact, she has been given loads of independance. Her parents obviously love her. They've given her a great education, a comfortable life, enough independance to teach her to fend for herself, and not too much that she be spoilt. All very good things. But at the end of the day - they want her to live the life society has planned for her. Marry a rich, educated man from a good family - one which society will choose, not you. I guess in a way, I can see her parents' point of view. It's not like she's forced into a lifetime of abuse and repression or anything like that ... she just has to marry someone from the right race, right religion, right status, etc.

I'm not against arranged marriages. In fact, if both the parties to be married are agreeable to the arrangement, by all means - ring the wedding bells already! But I am against forced marriages. Perhaps my friend's parents think that she will be happy, once she has settled into her little married life - once her spouse is a husband, and not a stranger. And perhaps they will be right - but why risk the chance that you could be wrong? If she were to be forced to marry, and spends the rest of her life in quiet desperation - would you still be happy? She may have the cash, the status, the respect ...but what is all that if at the end of the day, she goes home to unhappiness.

So what if society frowns on your daughter? Would you rather society smile and your daughter be crying?

But to be fair - I can't imagine what it must be like to be her parents either. They probably grew up learning that this is the norm - "I will choose a husband for my child, someone rich, educated, of good social standing – and of course, of our religion." Sometimes I think it must be quite scary to be parents - things they never gave a second glance to are constantly being questioned by their children. What they believed all their life as the way-of-life, we challenge - we jump at them with our 'educated' reasoning and force them to think on their feet, and sometimes they must get nervous to give us a quick answer (as we are such an impatient generation, aren't we?) - sometimes, I really think, their lack of reasoning in their defence is just due to the initial shock that you actually questioned something so fundamental (to them). Oh man, am I getting too philosophical? My point is - what is truth? What is right? What is wrong? While some may argue that such things are absolute - I would say it's relative. 50 years ago, a sister was expected to give up her education, regardless of how bright she be, for her brothers - if money was sparse (In Malaysia, at least.). Try that now... if she deserves the education, she will make sure you live to see it.

If you can still work your way back to my initial point - lol. What do you think? Is it wrong to force someone into, what appears to be, a 'good' marriage ? Or would you, like my grandmother, rebel against society ...?


Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 11:15 PM BST
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Thursday, 25 May 2006
Yesterday
Mood:  caffeinated
Now Playing: Joshua Radin - These Photographs
Yesterday (sung to the tune of "Yesterday" by the Beatles)

Yesterday
All my finals seemed so far away
Then I realize they start today
Oh how I long for yesterday

Suddenly
I no longer have the grade of B
Now it's looking closer to a C
Oh finals come so suddenly

What I have to show
I don't know
The prof won't say
I'll spell something wrong
Think too long
There goes my A ...

Yesterday
Thought of graduating came this May
Now it looks like I am here to stay
Oh how I long for yesterday!

Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 6:59 PM BST
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Saturday, 20 May 2006
Warm & Fuzzy
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: Fountains of Wayne - All kinda of time
Topic: Reminiscence
Just the other day Rosanne asked me a really simple question – and she probably didn’t think much about it either, but I couldn’t help but feel all warm and fuzzy inside when she made her enquiry.

Let me first give you some background information about my friendship with Rosanne, so that you can understand the full extent of my emotions. Rosanne was one of my closest friends when I lived in Holland – however, once I returned back to Malaysia, the distance took a toll on our friendship. The different time zones and my ever-degrading Dutch made communication quite difficult. (Fortunately Rosanne’s English is more than excellent.) Furthermore, Rosanne is now studying medicine. To put it simply – with her busy schedule, my busy schedule, varying timezones and miles apart – we haven’t exactly been in the best of contact.

However, every now and then – Rosanne takes the effort to remind me that she still cares. Sometimes it’s a random sms, sometimes an unexpected email and sometimes it’s a good old-fashioned postcard.

And this time it was a question.
Her new boyfriend asked her for a photo to keep in his wallet, and she wanted me to help her choose which pic to give him.

She probably didn’t give much thought about her whole gesture – but to me, she was saying “What you think still matters.”

She hasn’t forgotten me.



Twirled by gurlwithcurlz at 1:41 PM BST
Updated: Saturday, 20 May 2006 1:57 PM BST
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