Today is the perfect day for the random notes in one post as I have many random thoughts in my mind which I have to churn out on this page or else I might just go crazy going back and forth thinking about all of them every other second or so. So take a huge gulp of breath and be prepared to read the 10, 000, 001 things I have in my mind.
Okaye; 10, 000, 001 is a tad bit of an exaggeration but what the heck, I am Indian. Perhaps not physically Indian but I am damn right that I am mentally Indian.
Today is the very day that I come to a conclusion that I am anything but a 21-year-old adult. For starters, I still sleep with eight bears on the top of my head, I kiss them good night every single night even during those days when I have splitting headaches from the hangovers and I do believe that they talk to me some times. Oh yes, it is freaky.
On top of teddy bears, I still think I am a child as I stomp my feet in disapproval when I can actually voice out my opinions and I still have imaginary friends. I view them as my “angels” especially when I come home late at night and need some sort of protection when I walk home. One is a butler, the other is a model boyfriend.
I am not surprised if I freak out like 4, 398, 719 men already with this confession but for the remaining few who still find this fact about me not so daunting, please feel free to leave a comment as I am sure you could be The One for me.
In today’s papers, there are tabloids fueling rumors about how an ex Singapore Idol finalist is currently dating one of CLEO’s eligible Bachelor / Polo Boys star. She is a 20-year-old devout Catholic with a publicly announced vow of abstinence while he is a 29-year old free-thinker bad boy who (as I quote from an interview about his ideal woman), “… a person who loves to Xuck will lead to my Mrs Foster.” Substitute the X with the initial in his surname Foster and there you have quite a clue as to what he dreams of in a wife. How on Earth can an innocent girl end up having the hots for a man-whore like that, I seriously have no clue but for the love of God woman please ! You deserve a better guy than one who has confessed to many magazines about his wandering eye and his lust for woman.
So what if he is the hottest model in Singapore to have graced so many magazine covers in the market recently? So long as he is a player or sleeps around, I will never want to even cross paths with him as it is utterly revolting. Wouldn’t you worry about contracting STDs or whether you performed better than his previous few? I would if I were in her shoes.
And Lord don’t get me started on her vow of abstinence. I have nothing against being virgins but I have something against purity rings or publicly announced vows of abstinence. Why would you need a ring or the public to proclaim to the world that you are a virgin? Would that ring serve as a reminder when you are close to doing the deed? Would a genie come out of the ring when you take your clothes of in front of a man and knock you back to your senses? Would a publicly announced vow make you any better than the other non-virgins out there? No, they all wouldn’t. At the end of the day, it’s you, yourself and no one else who can dictate your own head to practice self-control. Nothing else. Not even if the purity ring is a Tiffany.
Virginity is under-rated but purity is over-rated. I feel so ashamed to know that society actually put such a “value” to the worth of a woman’s body. It’s very sad to know that being pure and chaste without the need to tell the world about it is not as cool as being caught with a purity ring. I’m still sticking to my guns, you won’t ever see me with a purity ring, bracelet, watch or anything in my possessions. ‘Cos donning purity rings is so not cool in my opinion. Period.
Today, I am craving McDonald’s seaweed shaker fries. When are they going to come back?
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On other gluttony news, my favorite Indonesian fine-dining restaurant, Sanur has shut its doors permanently due to a family dispute over how the restaurant is being run. It is an utter waste to close a restaurant over a sibling dispute, really. Damn, just as I was about to bring my friends there to let them try the cumi bakar…
The weather has been “wintry” albeit the lack of snow. It has been pouring cats and dogs on most evenings and the rain stretches till the wee hours of the morning that I have a hard time waking up on time at eight in the morning when my alarm rings. If there is any temperature that be perfect for me, it has to be 26.5 degrees Celsius with the rain pouring hard on my roof and I nestled comfortably underneath my Happy House blanket. The perfect time for that will be 2332 hours so that I can sleep soundly upon reaching my bed at 2330 hours.
Yes, I take less than 2 minutes to sleep if the timing and temperature is just right.
But to my dismay, the weather has made me more of a homebody than ever and home gets freezing cold that I pee like seven times in a day to cope with the drop in temperatures. It’s bloody tiring and I will always end up counting how many times I’ve pee-d instead of how many glasses of plain water I’ve drunk for the day.
Also, last week the morning was such a foggy sight it was beautiful. You see, Singapore is not blessed with foggy views, we only have haze so when such a wonderful occurence like this happens, I’m totally amazed by His creations as it is breathtakingly beautiful. The entire time I was walking along East Coast to work, the horizons was blanketed by a thick cloud of fog which didn’t cover the entire skyline but merely covered two-thirds of sky and the air was crispy and cool; you could feel your hair stand magically and I bet the joggers that day had a super good run minus the usual sweat.
All praises to Our Higher Order.
My Australian boyfriend called today at 1922 hours (SG time). Hee hee ! Oh yes I am over the moon, without a doubt. The best part, he received my Diwali greeting card, mega-YAY!
Sometimes it just takes a call to add so value to one’s day and today happens to be my lucky day. Thank You Lord for gifting me this beautiful friendship that has transcend the sands of time and distance.
My friends ask me why I prefer sticking to my old friends as compared to making new ones. Simply because when you have carved out a history together and stick together through thick and thin, it is infinitely better (and easier) than to meet someone new and have to forge a brand-new friendship with them. The promise of a good friendship is that regardless of time or distance, when two good friends come together again, they will be able to revive and continue their friendship from where they left of. In my case, I am lucky to have four wonderful souls from my past who has made it thus far with me in the present times & I am very much looking forward to forging a stronger bond with all of you in the future.
That’s it for my random post for today. It isn’t exactly that random is it? If it is, it wouldn’t exactly span till 1290 odd words would it? Well, I am long-winded at times. I really can’t help it. I really can’t help it even more so when I share it here; it is a joy that I look forward to everyday.
Cheers, to every one of my fellow readers!
May the Force be with You!
Love, love, love!