Head over heels in love with this song!

Vespa for my birthday?

This is so cute and kitschy!


Digging her understated makeup and natural curls



I'd like the idea of having dinner at setting like this. Warm and stylish...


I love her strut that shows confidence and her style


Says to pessimistic self: take heed!( yeah she wishes)



Love this pic coz her bag looks kind of like the one i have,which i love to bits by the way.




I've just realized that when( if actually haha) i get married I want to ride away on a Vespa- a shocking red, spanking new shiny Vespa. Yum now that's hot ;)

Ok Go!

I realize that i have to stop posting Ok Go's videos at some point but i can't help it. Their creativity is addictive and the cool music is a bonus...

The ideal

I was just thinking of the qualities I'd want in an ideal guy. Here they are...this is what happens when I run out of things to amuse myself:


1) Wit
2) Smarts/intelligence
3) Ambition
4) Taller than me, good physique
5) Respects my family and way of life
6) Same religion
7) Respects me
8) Respects my independence
9) Does not take advantage of my niceness
10) Takes me as i am, even at my worst
11) Someone I wont get bored of
12) Completely faithful to me & loyal
13) Honest
14) Kind
15) Understanding
16) Has self respect, dignity
17) Mature
18) Funny
19) Flexible
20) Firm
21) Courteous, well mannered, polite
22) Self aware
23) Confident

Re: My disgruntled sister is still in denial

Re: My family is not from Mars, it's from another galaxy

I wasn't really happy with Suk Yaw's (also spelled as Su Kyaw) blog post on her blog, From That Cloud Number 9. First of all, I don't think I look Chindian. Yes, I'm a mix of Burmese, Thai, Chinese, Indian and something unknown from my dad's side but I don't think I look Chindian. I agree with her about my mom but not my dad. PUHLEEZE, dad doesn't look Philipino or Chinese at all! I guess my brother doeslook Eurasian but he's starting to look like Jack Black because he's gaining weight.
I never said my sister looked like a cross between Pocahontas and a Navi. I said she used to look like Pocahontas but she's a Navi now. Please don't twist my precious words. I agree with the rest. That is all.

Ju

My family is not from Mars, it's from another galaxy

My family is such a hodge podge of races. It's like a whole little global village happening there.

Let's start with my immediate family...

There's my mom who looks chinese thai even though she's not completely and my dad who could pass for chinese/a fair malay/philipino( the whole conundrum of races from the south east asian plate). Then there's my sister who looks chinese or chindian but is actually Indian inside. That's because she can amazingly pronounce words in a perfect, unperturbed Indian accent. Then there's my brother who looks( used to) Eurasian because of his dark brown hair and fair skin and sharp features. Finally there's me who feels all over the world( sometimes I can identify with the black psyche; we're all Adam's offspring...)- apparently according to my sister I am a cross between Pocahontas and a Navi( wth??)*rolls eyes* because I look like( as if it's a concession) a fair red indian native- Yay i get to talk to birds and animals and jump from random waterfalls and put freaking colours in the wind and make out with paraplegics in wheelchair while I'm blue and freakishly tall.

The race quota brims over in my youngest aunt's family. All her kids are adorable, fair, cheeky and under the age of 8( alarm bells should be ringing-there should be security council for these kids). The eldest looks Kazakhstan with a hint of chinese, the second one looks algerian, the third looks south east asian but with sharper features and the youngest looks like a puddle of white tofu; i.e eurasian/algerian. But they all have perfect Burmese diction and like Burmese food and curse in Burmese.

Then there's my grandma who's half thai-half chinese. But to me all i see is GRANDMA. She's like the template of what grandmas should look like. Round, old, quaint, very wise, much more observant than she lets on, cooks delicious food and a true patriot and very religious.

My late maternal grandpa looked like a classic Indian actor with sharp features and an aquiline nose and snow white hair and he spoke like a well bred Englishman until he bursts out in annoyance in a hail of Urdu (usually at me because no one can quite annoy and endear to him at the same time like me).

I have cousins who look Malay and can speak Malay but obviously aren't Malay. I have a purely Malay cousin brother in law who can kind of speak Burmese and has a little "Ballay" on the way.

I have a cousin who's dating a Persian girl and he could pass for middle eastern himself because he is tall( not to mention huge), fair and has those dark eyes and if he wore a turban he'd look like a perfect jihadist( sans the mane/hair/fuzz etc).

Cousins and aunts and uncles and goodness knows how we're related relatives all converge at one point, the mecca of potluck Burmese i.e; my Gran's house. Now you know why my sanity does not always toe the line. Who can when you have such strong, conflicting racial traits and genetic markers popping up everywhere around you and manifesting themselves in the form of your relatives? And i mean it not in a bad way ;)

Jason Shwartzman is the bomb