Sneeze, Sneeze, Sneeze

52 weeks seems like a short time when you don't think about it. i just went back for my post op eye check up and the Doc remarked that its been awhile since he last saw me. to be precise, its been exactly 1 year since i was sitting in his office. exactly 365 days ago, he was giving me the run down about the eye procedure that i am about to have. i told him time passes quickly when you're having fun.

its always the same deal when i fly home to singapore. i try to maintain most of my old ties and make no effort at getting new ones. i enjoy my status quo that i have with the ties that i have in singapore. but like everything else in life, you gain some you lose some. be thankful that you've spent enough time with the people you enjoy, most of all be grateful that what ever foul experience you've had will eventually pass.

its possible to be happy when you let yourself be happy. if you're happy where you are today, you'll be happy where you'll be going tomorrow. i always believe in the 'woe is the man with no shoes, until you meet the man with no feet.'

its been 5 days since i left perth. i miss my baby back in perth. 5 days is but a drop in the ocean compared to the time i normally spend with her. we spend every waking hour of the day together, eating, playing, talking or laughing. i feel like i've have lost my right arm each time i fly to singapore. i worry that you don't eat well cause i don't cook for you. i hate it when i know you'll feel lonely being by yourself. i love doing little things for you. i worry that if there's a spider in the bathtub, you'll empty out the bottle of spray just to kill it. i worry that if you drive, you'll be caught in a traffic jam and freak out. i worry that if you're cold, no one will grab your jumper for you, and when you're cheeky, no ones there to give you a hug. i miss you heaps pup.

Wiku Wiku Wiku!

Boost, Boost, Boost

too much time spent on the car. my boss is not happy. she says i used to dedicate so much time just to write for/about her. well i didnt stop writing per se. i will still find some time to blog about you darling. its just that there is a finite amount of time each day, for an infinite quantity of things to do. ;0)

i love you heaps still baby pup!

Hugs & Kisses on the house!

Tag, Tag, Tag

4 Jobs You've Had In your Life
1. Construction Site Cleaner
2. Christmas Decor Decorator
3. Hard Rock Cafe Server
4. Dishwasher

4 Movies You Could Watch Over & Over
1. Shaolin Soccer
2. Bulletproof
3. Natural Born Killers
4. From Dawn To Dusk

4 Cities You've Lived In
1. Shanghai, China
2. Cambodia
3. Bangkok, Thailand
4. Perak, Malaysia

4 TV Shows You Love to Watch
1. Fat Pizza
2. Simpsons
3. Iron Chef
4. South Park

4 Places You've Been on Vacation
1. Tana Ratah, Malaysia
2. Haddyai, Thailand
3. Hangzhou, China
4. Karratha, W. Australia

4 Websites You Visit Daily
1. Perth-WRX.com
2. torrentspy.com
3. xanga.com/waiz
4. micra.com.au

4 All Time Favourite Restaurants
1. Hogs Breath
2. Good Fortune
3. Ciao Italia
4. Cicerellos

4 Favourite Foods
1. Laksa
2. Roast Chicken Rice
3. Fish & Chips
4. Potato Salad

4 Schools You've Attended
1. Catholic High
2. Our Lady of Lourdes
3. Edwards College
4. Murdoch Uni

4 Places I'd Rather Be Right Now
1. In My Car Driving Recklessly
2. In an air conditioned room
3. At a car toys shop
4. At A PC Fair

4 Things You Find Yourself Saying
1. God Damn It
2. Oh Crud
3. Darling!
4. This sucks

& The 4 people i tag..

Ronald Reagan
Axle Rose
the 80+ Year old neighbour living beside me
My stinky pillow

Right...Right...Right...

its one of those weekends. i just wanna finish doing all the stuff that i have always wanted to do but didn't. theres just a damn bucket load. clean out the garage again because the spiders have made themselves comfortable in every corner. mop the kitchen floor, cause i believe that if i am the person complaining about it being unsanitary, trust me, it has failed the general health code on many many levels. start packing the guest room, because me and Pup decided to mess an otherwise totally neat and tidy room. we both decided to play "Whats-in-that-brown-box!" as the name implies, we move nicely packed boxes down from the cupboard, and pull each item out and exclaim one of the follow statements:

1) oh that's where it went to.
2) eh? is that yours or mine?
3) see! i buy stuff for you, and you don't use it.
4) i knew it was there ALL along.

this particular Sunday, i have decided to work on my car's rims instead. its probably not been mentioned before, but the rims that came with the car are totally buggered. buggered to the nth degree, buggered with a capital B. its got scratches, gutter scuffs, tar deposits and unknown sticky substances that even bacteria wouldn't live on. i checked out that to pay someone to restore the rims to original showroom shine, would set me back AUD$80 for each rim. i wouldn't even do it if it was for AUD$20 bucks per rim. actually, now that i think about it, AUD$20 is actually cheap as chips. i would send it in if it was that cheap, but it isn't and so my day begins. i wash it, sand it, coat it in gunk removing chemicals, then rinse it off, then repeat the whole process again another 2 times, making the run 3 in total.

i say do it, sure its hard as hell, twice as dirty as my kitchen, and three times harder then doing a standard car servicing. with all the damn flies trying to commit mass suicide in my mouth, all this adds towards what i believe to be a 'Character Building Activity', conveniently coined by Bill Watterson of Calvin & Hobbes. oh well, it never gets boring in Camp Aaron i say. tune in soon for the overwhelming success story of my DIY rim restoration.

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke

about 10mins ago while i was standing in my toilet having a smoke. i think to myself, god damn, there sure is a boat load of stuff i got to do. i hate having a time frame to keep me on the straight and narrow. but hey with a person like me, its imperative that i do or bugger all gets done. for some strange reason, i get this vision of a thousand angry bearded mongols staring at me. horses all grunting and hoofs clumping on the floor, all waiting to charge at me. its still cold, for me, and since i dont understand Mogolian, it don't matter that they are screaming stuff at me.

i have to get my car registration in to the vehicle center so its legally mine. the paper work is still folded neatly in a lil square and tucked into one of my wallets compartments. i just had a phone conversation with my brother who is back in Singapore. why is it so hard for him to understand that with me, choices that i make are ultimately determined by his views. yes, we all get to exercise free will and the God given right to choose, but damn it, its never an 'ultimately the choice is yours' after getting a bad review from you.

there are 7 units of different apartments in this block that i am currently staying in. there are 2 locked up garages that are balloted for use between the 7 units. 1 communal laundry room that consist of a washing machine that works by adding coins to the slot and a dryer that does the same. why the hell does the main water pipes run through my unit, such that when the water system goes down south, i'm the fool that has to stay home for the plumber for the benefit of all the other residents. i'm not complaining because i can't 'take one for the team', but who the hell designs water pipe systems like that man?! isn't it supposed to lie outside living quarters?

by now the toilet that i'm in is starting to look pretty smoky. bad bad ventilation. its got a thin glass slate that allows air to come in and dont go out. beauty. work or art this place is. of all the wild dingos that had a choice to design this place, i get stevie wonder and charles manson. oh did i mention the cat flea problem? its gone now, but i'll write about it some other time. it's funny now that the fleas are gone.

after my 5th stick, i decided to vacate the toilet. i can barely see the toilet fixtures now. my eyes are tearing and my hair smells funky already. they are hitting their shields against their huge spears, goading the horses to their full height. the noise is deafening. more shouting in Mongolian ensues. fine, the toilets all yours. i'll go watch telly.

its hard to sit right with spears in your back.

WRX, WRX, WRX!

its been so long since i bought my lil juice box (a.k.a anything lesser then a 2 liter car qualifies that term). i have been with my Nissan Micra for as long as i can remember. i remember buying it when i was still in Uni. i told myself then that a car is only for getting you from Point A to Point B. a vehicle was meant to facilitate daily traveling and allow one to get more done in a day. that was back in 1997 when i got my first car. it's now 2005. it's now been 8 years. i have saved up some money to warrant an upgrade. i have been browsing the 2nd hand car scene with very little interest. i tell myself my lil car isn't going to be worth much selling it. plus, i hate the whole process of advertising the car in the papers, listing it in a car dealer online, waiting for people to call, answering questions about car history, haggling for a lower sale price and the likes. all in all it's kinda too much effort to get a new car, so i shelved it for awhile.

just when things were just getting all predictable in life for me, i met a new Pup. incidently i met her through a car club where everyone drove lil juice boxes. she and i both drove the same model car, only difference being, mine was Boy Blue and hers was Girl Red. how cool huh? in the beginning we used to drive to each others place, so having a car each was a rather good idea. then we both decided to move in together, then all of a sudden, having 2 cars outside on the porch was kinda silly. we have to pay for registration for two cars, rotate using the cars or the batteries will conk, wash and maintain 2 cars, in the end we both felt it was all too much of a hassle really to keep them both.

i told her it was a good idea if we both sold our cars and upgraded it to something we both liked. she didn't want to sell the cars on account, it was the cars that brought us together. so its sacrilegious! after much persuading she agreed and we sold both cars within the weekend. it wasn't as troublesome as i thought it would be, selling the cars on the internet was a breeze. select the sale price, upload the pictures, put down contact details and *twink* it almost sold itself.

the tricky bit was selecting a car we both liked. i thought the choosing of a car we both liked was the easy bit. good grief, how wrong was i. car too big, too old, too fuel hungry, too much mileage, wrong color, bad paintwork... i factored in 2 days Sat & Sun to buy our replacement car. it actually took us a week and a half. it was all too hard to go carless for that long, shes got school, i've got work, you get the picture. the only good thing that came out of that carless period was we did do the nice romantic catch-buses routine. i know it sounds corny, but it is nice every now and again to go back to sitting at the bus stop together. reading the bus schedule, looking at the watch and finding for coins. try it, you might be surprised.

after much thought and consideration, we both decided to go for the 1998 Subaru WRX Sedan. we test drove a few, and both liked the comfort and mostly the flashy nature of it. it was 4 doors and had nice trunk space, and was quick if it needed to be. today we took the car down for a pre-buying inspection at the mechanics. he gave us the thumbs up and we paid the owner for it. now we sit and wait for the paper work to get through and we should have it by tomorrow morning. cool beans! i feel kinda like a kid on X'mas morning. waiting and waiting. pacing around my house, anticipating for the owner to hand us the car keys and going for a spin in it.

*sweet*

Happy Anniversary!

7, 7, 7

7 things that scare me_
losing people i love
height

7 things i like the most_
my sweet girlfriend
my car
the Xbox
driving like a maniac
dark chocs
cold weather
camping

7 important things in my room_
my stinky pillow
aluminium foil on the windows to cut sunlight entering (cave feel)
mobile phone
books
torch light
baseball bat
switchblade

7 random facts about me_
i hate corals
i like going out to places itching for a fight
i quit taking stuff that don't belong to me from shops ;0)
most cruel thing i did is to kill a cat
i'm a book nerd
i don't have the stomach to be mean to anyone
i can't say no

7 things i plan to do before i die_
get into Forbes Fortune 500 list
give my brother a 1 million dollar cheque to buy himself a car
get my girlfriend an obscenely huge diamond on each of her fingers
give my mom her house with 10 acres of gardening space
go to every major city in the world
gone...
beat up all that assholes that have pissed me off in my lifetime


7 things i can do_
repair any computer
make friends with complete strangers
make plants grow
smoke rings
cook
spin a plate on a stick
gut a fish

7 things i can't do_
juggle
bake
calculus
eat a turtle
play the drums
windsurf
waltz

7 things i say the most_
i love to sniff you darling
do it, do it!
that's a conundrum
what the!
god damn it, cartmen
it's ok, no big deal
can you summarise, i don't know what's your point

7 celeb crushes_
Angelina Jolie
Jennifer Love Hewitt
Zhang Ziyi
Pam Lee
Katie Holmes
Kirsten Dunst
Anna Kournikova

7 people that will hafta do this_
Ezee
Sistersunshine