Simply Dee

I’ve been slacking off blogging lately because I’m lazy… and just a little uninspired. At the same time, I’ve been engrossed with America’s Next Top Model Cycle 10 on YouTube. I know, you don’t need to tell me it’s such a girly show but I love the drama. This cycle especially, exceptionally more drama than previous cycle and there’s too many girls you love to hate.

Work hasn’t slowed down either, in fact, it’s picking up so quickly I’m beginning to feel a little lost. Next week onwards, I’m going to start running around like a chicken without a head and come 4th week of May I’ll be packing up and traveling again. This time to the Land of the Hornbills, one of my favorite cities in Malaysia, Kuching or better known as Cat City. Mind you it’s not all play, mostly work I’m afraid.

Upon returning from Cat City, I’ll be busy again packing for my next trip. Same ol’ same ol’ to the capital city of Malaysia. Yes, I’ll be extremely busy packing, unpacking, packing, meetings here and there, jet setting around Malaysia once again. Argh. Not that I hate traveling however it’s tiresome having to lug around luggage after luggage.

I honestly can’t wait for my next vacation. For far nothing has been planned as everyone is too busy doing their own thing this year.

My friends and I deliberately missed the Miri Jazz Festival, realizing maybe we’re not the jazzy kind after all. We also unintentionally missed the DJ Tiesto Freedom Tour in Port Dickson the same weekend. We promised ourselves we will not miss the Rainforest World Music Festival no matter what. I guess that will be the only holiday I’ll getting this year, if you can even call it a holiday.

I’m looking forward to this weekend. There’s an incoming surprise for y’all girls. If you can figure out what I’m trying to tell you, come see me between Thursday through Sunday at the Shamrock Irish Bar. I’ll buy you a drink if the first person can guess it correctly. But of course you have to guess it here first before coming to see me. Hint: You can ogle all you want. I may be wrong but I’m just also guessing. Hehehe.

Y’all have a great mid-week,… can’t you just wait for the long weekend to arrive? I know I can’t.

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I just remembered that I was suppose to point out something about my post on Sempurna.

And the answer to this post is *blush* I wish it was but it isn’t. But am I really telling?

Anyways, back to the original topic. Last week I received a call from a good friend. I haven’t been out with him like forever, so when I received his call informing about something that was going to happen, it kinda took me by surprise.

I never thought R was a person would jump before leaping but in fact he did and I’m happy for him. This may come to a shock to some people (who are narrow minded) as this is no ordinary friend. He’s gay and I know a lot of people (especially guys) are homophobic and I understand it but I’m not one who judge. I love him to bits, as we’ve known each other like forever!~

So last weekend we held a special union between him and his cutesy partner, A. It was really private, held in a secluded bistro and it was really really nice. He’s probably going to kill me for this but I don’t care; here’s a photo of me with the two love birds.

The following night, six of us decided to meet up for dinner. It’s basically a get-to-know session (more like interrogation) with R’s partner. It was a fun evening and after dessert, we started snapping photos with A’s iPhone. =P I love this photo the most, with my girlfriend, Amy.

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….not!

Okay, here’s something for you to swallow. Ermm…no, not in that kind of way.

My room smells heavenly, but it doesn’t quite look as heavenly as it’s suppose to be.

I had a long weekend last week, yes I took Friday off just to get away from work! I had this plan all lined up to de-junk my room, to make it more clutter free. Unfortunately, the extreme horrendous heat got to me and I ended up not doing a single thing except laundry. Now how’s that for procrastination?

I’ve got all this books on how to have a clutter free room, yet I’ve no idea where or how to begin. One thing’s for sure, I’ve way too many clothes and books. My books are ‘e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e’ in the house. My room, my brother’s room and sigh even my mum’s room. He told me that there’s never too many books, just no enough room for books. Heh. How true.

Not to mention my clothes! It’s over flowing my cupboard and mind you, I have a huge ass cupboard and it’s still not enough! I really gotta stop buying clothes.

So I’ve decided to categorize my clothes.

1. Clothes I wear daily (home, work, going out)
2. Clothes I wear for special occassions
3. Clothes I can’t possibly fit anymore but am keeping because I’m in this state of constant denial that I will lose the weight and wear it again.
4. Clothes that I come to realize I would never ever wear again.
5. Clothes that I would kill NOT to wear due to the lack of coverage.
6. Clothes that I will have to give away or sell, even if it kills me.

I was watching the Oprah show a few weeks ago and it was a pinch in the butt for me. It was about this woman and her husband who were extreme hoarders. They live in a 4,000 sq feet home but there wasn’t any room for them to move because they simply had too many (and I mean literally TOO MANY) things in their home. In that huge house of 11 rooms, there wasn’t any space AT ALL.

Being so fed up with their parents, their kids (who were all grown up and married) decided to take a video of their parent’s home and sent it to Oprah. This was the outcome. (don’t remember the exact figure but it was approximate about that number) Professional cleaners or whatever you call them cleared their home and found that they had:

1. About 75 tan worth of rubbish
2. The wife own approximate 16,000 BAGS!
3. A couple of thousand shoes!
4. A whole store of toys, photo frames, kitchen utensils, pots and pans.
5. Between 5-10 TVs!
6. The husband also kept 25 years worth of bank and credit card statements!
7. and a whole lot more…

In the end, they had to place all the items into a 10,000 sq feet warehouse! Imagine, it came from a 4,000 sq feet home.

Yikes! Double yikes!

They were living in extremely and dangerously unhealthy home. They even found BLACK fungus in the basement, which is considered hazardous to health. Eeeeks!

So yeah, that certainly taught me a lesson and I am very slowly picking up my things in my puny room.

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Sentimental.

That is what I’ve been feeling this past week.

I’ve been surrounded by so much love. Be it love for a friend, or love for a family member, or even love for another person. It’s beyond what words can express at this moment.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been in love. Too long. I’ve come to accept the fact that it’ll be awhile before I find someone. He may be right there beside me, or someone I’ve met or spoke to a few times, or someone I’ve known for years or someone I bumped to every now and then. I will never know until the right moment arrives. I know I’m not perfect, too many flaws in too many ways. But one thing’s for sure, when I fall in love, he will be the one and only I will love.

It’s not easy for a woman my age to find someone, especially in this town and I’m being perfectly honest with you. I’m sure many of you would agree with me that it has become this huge competition of love fest amongst men and women, women and women, men and men.

The other day a friend of a friend was telling my friends and I about how she would only accept after a man if he has a Mercedes, as many platinum cards he could hold in his wallet and a huge ass mobile phone. Someone who’ll only flourish her with expensive diamond ring or a Chanel bag. Or the need of a man or woman to achieve the 5Cs (Cash, Career, Car, Condominium & Credit Card) in order to know if they’re successful and stable then they’ll be able to find love. What has the world come to? Doesn’t anyone believe in love anymore? That love goes beyond the platinum card and the 5Cs? Old fashion love, that’s what I’d like to call it.

Love in this century is so different compared to when my dad was courting my mom. What ever happened to I, _______, take you, ________, to be my lawful wife/husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, until death do us part.”? Have that statement lost it’s meaning? Or we’re just saying it merely for sake of it.

Isn’t love suppose to be patient and kind? Isn’t love never boastful nor conceited nor rude? Or selfish nor quick to take offense?

I do apologize for being so sentimental. It’s a good thing isn’t it? No matter who you love, no one, and I mean no one should ever judge who you fall in love with. There is a point to all this and the answer should be out tomorrow.

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku
Kau adalah hidupku
Lengkapi diriku
Oh sayangku, kau begitu
Sempurna… Sempurna…

translation:

You’re my blood
You’re my heart
You’re my life
You complete me (I know this is cliche!)
My love, you’re perfection.

Whatever happen to words the expresses how you feel deep down in your heart?

Whatever happen to expressing your feelings to someone and really meant it?

Whatever happen to being stupid together when you’re in love?

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