Cinderella

The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,

Her green eyes slant,

hair flaring in a fan

Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels

Begin on tilted violins to span

The whole revolving tall glass palace hall

Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;

Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall

Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,

And glided couples all in whirling trance

Follow holiday revel begun long since,

Until near twelve the strange girl all at once

Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince

As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk

She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.

By Sylvia Plath

Luck

There is good luck. There is bad luck. And having no luck equals to bad luck and having loads of luck is good.

Too much of life is based on luck. Some work, yes, but mostly luck.

Or at least, thats how its feeling right now.

Me and a friend were having a conversation about men, life and sex. What every female talks about.

She couldnt understand why I was sorta seeing a guy when she , to put it nicely, had a veru negative opinion of him. Why was I seeing him? Whats the point of seeing anyone if he's not the best?

Best?

ME?

Who, in the elite crowd of the best, would want me?

I'm not very pretty, terribly inappropiate, and im not skinny. I admit, I'm fat.

THE BEST?

I think among humans, there is no best.

And if there is, I certainly don't deserve it.

It's hard hearing comments like that cos, for that moment, your mind highlights everything with you that isn't perfect.

Most of my friends would say Im pretty, smart and confident.

But I'm not the best or perfect.

And there is some niggling feeling deep inside me, that questions what is so wrong with me that none of the 'best' want me.

Yes, I am going through a very, I wouldnt say hard, but different difficult time.

My flaws constantly slap me in the face.

I cant help thinking bout that comment. Me waiting for the best?

I'm not the best, never will be, how can I ever expect it for me?

I'm realistic. Or a sucker for punishment.

What does all this have to do with luck?

Maybe, with a bit of luck, I would have gotten a gene that made my tummy flatter. With luck, Travis Fimmel would have fallen in love with me. With luck, I might be in Perth right now, with a shot at love. With luck, I would have been in Melbourne, with people whom don't think I'm terrible. With luck, I would never have met certain people.

Some people might equate this crap luck thing with fate.

Maybe so, maybe not.

All I know is, I don't have much of the good luck. Ha, not the best of luck.

I'm the best and never will be.

I'm so tempted to do a Sylvia Plath these days.

"I believe in karma. That means I can do bad things to people all day and assume they deserve it." - Dogbert

SUCKER

I am a sucker of the purest form.

Yesterday, I went to Handoft in the Adelaide Hills with Milla. The land of fudge and of yummy sausages. Tis a German town after all.

Anyway, we were in a leather shop. You know how they sell those kangaroo scrotum pouches?

Well, I made a comment that I wanted to get one of those plus a vibrator for my girlfriends for Xmas.

The salesgirl laughed and told me while I was choosing them, to be sure of checking the size.

"???" said me.

"You see, it depends when they shoot the kangaroos. If its a warm day, the pouch is bigger. And on a cold day, you know how they shrink, yeah, its smaller."

Smiling, I began searching the pouches comparing sizes.

"REALLY? WOW!" I exclaimed.

When everyone in the shop started laughing.

It dawned on me.

SUCKER!

New Addition to the Family!

People used to tell me that I had a zoo. Between Milla and me, we have a crazy rabbit that hates me, 2 mice (Pip and Pop), a rat called Steve the Queen and 2 fish called Nip and Tuck.

The latest addition to the family is a Guinea Pig. He's called Guinea The Pig. I know, I'm bursting with originality but the name suits him.

But sometimes, especially when all the animals are out, I have this feeling that we are not in a zoo but a kindergarten.

The guinea pig is the baby. He's very content to be bundled up and carried around as long as he has something to nibble on. The Rabbit ie Rabbit is the evil one year one. So curious and biting EVERYTHING in sight. This includes ME. Even when I am being nice and trying to give her food. The mice are constantly humping, yes the bisexual lesiban mice. They are obviously the teenagers. And Steve the Queen is the four year old. He seems to wonder WHY all the time.

So Im running a mini-childcare centre. Thank god, unlike actual children, they cant talk back and I can actually put them in a cage when they misbehave.

Sigh. The children need to be fed.

Reading: The House at Pooh Corner By A.A. Milne

Let's Learn!

I have an exam next Tuesday and something I have to learn is actually the parts of the brain. And somehow, I found this. And suddenly, the brain is not only useful but amusing... I know I'm putting up a couple of posts on vidoes but I have been very busy with assignments and an exam. Yes, an exam. But many assignments.

So all together now!

BRAINSTEM! BRAINSTEM!

Well...

Something completely gay (sorry for the use of that word) but very funny. Swans and fuzzy bras do not make peace... At least, I don't think.

A few thoughts...

Yes, people do this to animals. This was taken ages ago at the Royal Adelaide show. But then again, ladies put nail polish on their fufus and carry them around in little LV doggie carrier bags.

But the thing I was thinking of is, that I moved out to this apartment to get peace and quiet.

I have lived here for almost 6 weeks, but wait, peace?

The guy downstairs has been renovating for the last 6 weeks. Not everyday, every other day if I am lucky. At least 5 and a half days a week. He starts at 7am and he ends bout midnight or later. I doubt that he sleeps.

Worse is his music.

I don't mind dance/trance music in a club, but I really don't like FEELING it when im home. His bass is terrible. For me. And I have spoken to him so many times, I feel like a mother.

I think hearing the old neighbour having loud German sex was better. At least it wasnt all day every day.

Anyway, I shalll not think too much about it.

My headache is getting worse. I shall have to tell him to turn it down.

Bloody neighbours, we do live in an apartment building. Consideration, people!!!

God, no!

Some people... should NOT EVER dance in public.

You know what, I thought the religion would have been a turn off, the silent birthing thing and maybe, the height of that man. BUT, I presume Katie has never seen him dance.

I'm still shuddering.

Share the pain.

If you were born in the 70s, 80s ...

I read this and agreed with all of the points below. Except I think this little stroll down memory lane will be limited to people who grew up in Singapore. Anyway, enjoy this. Enjoy the walk or if you understand nothing, hopefully this will give you some insight into the Singaporean mind.

1. You grew up watching He-man, MASK,Transformers, Silver Hawk and Mickey Mouse. Not to forget, Ninja turtles, My Little Pony and Smurfs too.

2. You grew up brushing your teeth with a mug in Primary school during recess time. You will squatby a drain with all your classmates beside you,and brush your teeth with a coloured mug. The teachers said you must brush each side 10 times too.

3. You know what SBC stands for.

4. You pay 40 cents for Chocolate or Strawberry MILK every week in class.

5. You watch a very popular Malay dubbed Japanese drama on RTM1 about schoolgirls who possess powerful skills in volleyball called Meoro Attack.

6. You find your friends with pagers and handphones cool in Secondary school.

7. SBS buses used to be non-air conditioned. The bus seats are made of wood and the cushion is red. The big red bell gives a loud BEEP! when pressed. There are colourful tickets for TIBS buses. The conductor will check for tickets by using a tool which punches a hole in the ticket.

8. Envelopes given to us to donate to SharityElephant every Children's Day.

9. You've probably read Young Generation magazine. You know who's Vinny the little vampire and Acaithe constable.

10. You were there when they first introduced MRT here. You went for the first ride with your parents and you would kneel on the seat to see the scenery.

11. Movie tickets used to cost only $3.50.

12. Gals are fascinated by Strawberry Short Cakeand Barbie Dolls.

13. Class monitors and prefects loved to say "Youtalk some more, I write your name ah!"

14. You longed to buy titbits called Kaka (20cents per pack), and Ding Dang (50 cents per box),that had a toy in it and it changes every week not forgetting the15 cents animal crackers and the ring pop, where the lollipop is the diamond on the ring.

15. You watched TV2 (also known as Channel 10)cartoons because Channel 5 never had enough cartoons for you.

16. Hardy Boys, Nancy Drew, The Three Investigators, Famous Five and Secret Seven are probably the thickest story books you ever thought you have read. Even Sweet Valley High and Mallory Towers.

17. KFC used to be a high class restaurant that serve food in plates and let you use metal forks and knives.

18. The most vulgar thing you said was asshole andidiot and THE MOST EXTREME WAS 'super white'...youjust couldn't bring yourself to say the hokkien relative.

19. Catching was the IN thing and ‘twist’ as the magic word.

20. Your English workbooks was made of some damnpoor quality paper that was smooth and yellow.

21. CDIS were your best friend.

22. Your friends considered you lucky and rich if your parents gave you $3 or more for pocket money everyday.

23. Waterbottles were slinged around your neck and a must everywhere you go.

24. Boys loved to play soccer with small plasticballs in the basketball court.

25. Teng-teng, five stones, chapteh, hentam bola and zero point were all the rage with the girls and boys too...

26. Science was fun with the balsam and the angsana being the most important plants of our lives, guppies and swordtail being the most important fish.

27. Who can forget Ahmad, Bala, Sumei and John, eternalized in our minds from the textbooks. Even Mr Wollie & Mr. Yakki. What abt Miss Lala??? And Zaki and Tini in Malay Textbooks?

28. We carry out experiments of our own to getourself badges for being a Young Zoologist /Botanist / Astronomer… etc.

29. Every Children's day and National day you either get pins or pens with 'Happy Children's Day1987' or dumb files with 'Happy National Day 1988'.

30. In Primary six you had to play buddy for theyounger kids like big sister and brother.

31. We wear BM2000, BATA, or Pallas shoes.

32. Your form teacher taught you Maths, Science and English.

33. The worksheets were made of brown rough paperof poor quality.

34. You see Wee Kim Wee's face in the school hall.

35. Collecting and battling erasers was a pastime for boys.

Hope you enjoyed it as much as me!

Civilization comes to Adelaide

It's been a bloody while.

Nothing is more fun than sitting in the cold university library attempting to do work.

The weather has been changing.

Warm, cold, warm, cold.

Anyway, I have been MIA cos I have moved.I have also changed my mobile and address. Address, duh. Email me if u want either or both.

Away from being woken up at 7am on a Sunday morning by spawn of neighbour whom dwells in the garage which suffers from lack of noise insulation.
Away from dumb landlord whom enters our house at 8am on a Saturday morning cos no one answered the door. Tenency law, anyone?
Away from smoke. I had a smoking party at the old place before we moved. Let's say, fog. Peoples' eyes were starting to sting.

Yes, but I was actually speaking about civilzation.

*drum roll*

Starbucks and Ikea has come to town.

Joy to Adelaide!

Civilzation has come.

Ikea, Sweden's possibly only useful export. Discounting Swedish Massages, Swedish women (All tall, blonde, blue eyed and boobs that resemble my pile of undone assignments, huge and overflowing.) Thank you Hollywood for making the stereotype possible. If you watch any american teen movie, the hot horny half naked exchange student, would probably be Swedish. Or Norwegien. Haha, one for you Milla. Anyway, Ikea has come, not the Swedish woman, or student or Norwegien one.

God bless the the key that Ikea provides. The axle key? Is that what it is called. I imagine Sweden as a place where the country could be taken apart by one. Instead of bombs, send in troops, arms full of axle keys. And then take the place apart. However, once the war is over, putting Sweden back together, there is no promise all the pieces would be included in the package. And if you send for the missing piece, it probably won't fit anyway.

But what would fit, would be a Starbucks. However, it is in Norlunga. I was told it was ghetto area. That was told to me by some South Australians, so it isn't a personal opinion. Norlunga seemed... warm to me when I was there.I however, have not taken the plunge or drive to Starbucks yet. And there is one opening in the city, so I'll wait for that. Then soon enough, Adelaide will be crawling with Starbucks, then I shall be happy. We all know how Starbucks is. Unless there's one every 200 yards to remind you that they still exist, they arn't happy.

I know its American commericalism. I know it's safe options. But sometimes, you just want something familiar. And, honestly, all the coffee in Adelaide tastes as if it was strained from the River Torrens. Umm, it sort of resembles the Singapore River from the 1970s-1980s. NOT pretty.

Yes yes. I have babbled. Now, onwards to useful stuff.

Maple Story. Yes, I have entered the craze.

Oh did I mention?

Join my new religion.

Meet the new Rat God.

I got a boy rat and 3 weeks later, by some miricle, he gave birth. To 11 kittens.

Trivia Fact: Baby rats are called kittens, females does and males bucks.

Immaculate conception. Miricle conception. Wondrous birth.

So, get down on your knees and beg for mercy.

A new power has arrived and is here to stay.

Praise be to Yuki. Whom is male yet carried many young who will carry on your fine name and rule the world with an iron fist.

Or paw.

Praise to Lord Yuki.

Convert now to the new rat religion.

Repent now SINNERS!

*muah hahahahhahaha*

PS: This is what happens when you do not look at the internet for 3 weeks, the mind turns soft ie c-r-a-z-y