Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Crissy: My Cobalt Blue Tarantula


I spent my last weekend like any other single (and sane) person would do in KL – mall hopping, despite being sick icky icky poo. My body was so warm and I swear you could fry an egg on my forehead. Damn this fever.

Anyway, while loitering around Mid Valley Megamall, I saw this cute cobalt blue tarantula and knowing how hard it is to find cobalt blue species here in Malaysia, I was ecstatic. Even if they are here, it would cost a bomb for a tiny baby tarantula of its kind. But this one was selling for RM150 so it was relatively cheap, considering it’s about a year old now.

This gorgeous baby is well-known for its aggressiveness thus not suitable for amateur keepers like me. What the heck, I had always liked cobalt blue tarantula and there’s no way I’m not getting it right now. Besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen anyway?

Actually the worst thing that could happen is being bitten by the five-inch-long tarantula and experiencing seizure-like pain up to your chest within 5 minutes. Still, I don’t care. I’m taking my chances.

Since both of my tarantulas, the orange baboon Seraphine and the cobalt blue Crissy are notorious for their hot-tempered, aggressive nature, I chose not to put them in the same container. Now they are both proud owners of their own tank with each building their own webs, tunnels and small caves.

Oh, as for the name Crissy, you must have known how I came up with the name. Which Crissy namesake is associated with good looks, the World Cup and Armani underwear anyway?

I just love seeing these two gorgeous kids doing their thing everyday.

Monday, June 21, 2010

The Unsaid Words

The pursuit of love is pretty much similar to going to clubs.

Sometimes you have a certain expectation before hitting the club, other times you just head straight to it without anticipating anything; you just go with the flow, as they say. Some might get lucky – they might get all the perks of both good music and good company in the club while the rest might not. They’ll grow bored and chose to call it a night way earlier than the last round of tune plays. Some might see the ones they would love to dance with but too afraid of making a move and waiting for the signal from the other end to do so (which often doesn’t come) but others just jump right into it, extending their hand for a congenial ‘Hello’ and let the night take its turn.

If you chose to see the many facets of people searching for love, there it is - lying right in front of you on the dancefloor. From a quick glance, it is vibrant, full of life, jumping up and down, full of smiling faces. But take a second look – there are the bored ones in the corner, the trying-so-hard ones which still get no attention, the ones being there just for the sake of another company but left ignored by the latter and the posers who actually have so many insecurities and other kinds of people.

But when we have that perfect one in front of us, then comes the next big question mark – why do we like the one that we like? Crushes come and go as passing interests but real love (perhaps?) stays forever like a bad tattoo. Someone asked me “Why do you like me?” and I don’t have the answer to respond to that and still don’t. If liking/loving someone can be measured or have a distinct index like how MAMPU measures KPI or how restaurants are graded according to Michelin stars, I would be the first one to come out with my own report with full analysis.

Sadly they don’t. So there I was hanging at loss for words when he asked me about it.

I wished I could have tell him how I enjoyed being with him, impressed by his intelligence (I’m turned on by brainy people – Paris Hilton included, she’s smart alright. I’m dead serious), marveled at his preppy clothes, soothed by his puppy eyes, delighted by his company and just glad to be with him in between the said stuff. Sounds cheesy but that’s just how I like him so get over it alright.

People always have doubts about relationships. They say it won’t last. The distance won’t make the heart grow fonder. No two people could remain monogamous. The sparkle will fade within a year; two years top. If one gets fatter, uglier than it’s time for the other one to move on. Opposites do not attract. And so many other skeptical stuff.

I have no idea about most people so I can’t speak on their behalf. But as for me, I’ve proven most of the ill-sayings above wrong. Whole-heartedly I believe if you are into someone, you should jump into it, seize the opportunity, grab the moment and see how it goes. The last time I tried it lasted for six years and ended just because of growing commitments, yet the sparkle was still there at that very last dot. Still, it’s worth the try and was amazing while it lasted.

Wouldn’t it be easier if pursuing for love is as black-and-white as job-hunting? You search for any opening/vacancy, submit your resume complete with impressive co-curriculum vitae stating how good you were as a partner in the past (and why it didn’t work out) and wait for the feedback. You would be notified if you don’t succeed, even more if you actually do. Besides, you could always call and ask directly the status of your application without having to play with flirting games, signals, waiting for calls and other tiring acts.

But that’s the beauty of relationship anyway. It makes all the pain, sweat and sleepless nights worth it – only when it actually worked out fine. If not, back to square one.

Someone told me I could make a Facebook status by this issue but I told him I could turn it into a blog entry instead. Chico, I’ve made it as an entry today.


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

"Tell them what I hoped would be IMPOSSIBLE"

This song resonates the truth. My current obsession.



Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Mon Etranger


Mon ├ętranger; French for 'my stranger'

I am blessed to know and be acquainted to this wonderful human being although we have never met in flesh before. For the past a year and a half, Mr Akmal was just a stranger to me - my stranger.

Sure, we've seen each other's pictures, blogs, become virtual friends on Facebook and exchanged text messages throughout this period but had never met in person. Truly, he was pretty much a stranger to me; hence, the name.

The nickname was derived from 'Closer' when Natalie Portman saw Jude Law as soon as she regained consciousness after being hit by a car - 'Hello, stranger.' How apt.

I blamed my pal, Chong Jin for introducing this movie back in school days and leaving a huge mark on my life. True story.

My stranger had returned to Malaysia a couple of times before but we never had the right timing for each other. That was until last week when I insisted on sparing some ticks for him this time around and yes, it was all worth it.

I can't speak on his behalf but for me, yeah, I did enjoy his company. Having him around for real was really the cherry on top of the icing - my icing. It was really good being with him, the one who enjoyed the same cafe mocha as me with brown sugar and knew the words to my favorite Damien Rice's song.

Before we departed, he gave me a 'small' momento he bought in Istanbul and I felt so bad since I didn't have anything to give in return. Besides, how would you top a Burberry gift? Tough call.

Thanks for making your time for me, chico and I'd wait for our next rendezvous, for sure. You made these working days a whole lot brighter for me with something that would really cheer me up.

And yes, you're no longer a stranger to me as what you said. Winks.

Look, A - I've worn your tie! :)