I have moved!

I am undeniably in love with eating banana leaf rice!!! -- especially when I get to eat it OUTDOOR and UNDER A TREE!  yes, the M'sian sun can decide to be quite naughty on certain days, making it almost possible to bake a cheesecake in the midday sun... nevertheless, I would still do anything to have lunch at Kanna Curry House; this Indian place just off the Rothman's Roundabout.

The last time I went there, I blurted out something in Tamil, and the waiter actually replied me in full blown sentences!   Thank goodness Ashwini was there to translate... but she later on told me to shut up

Have you ever wished that sometimes, you could rewind the clock to a particular incident, undo some things you've said or done, fore wind the clock again and only allow those things to happen NOW?

Have you ever wished you hadn’t given your first kiss away to that nerdy boy in high school? Or said your first "I love you" to a boy you didn’t even love? (You did it just because you thought it was a nice thing to do) Or allowed some eeky boy to hold your hand for the first time because you wanted to feel what it was like to be romantic?

*I do* (disclaimer: instances given above are purely fictional  )

I wish I could undo all my firsts to save them for today, because the firsts are always the most valuable… the most meaningful!  

But what if you cannot undo what has already been said and done? (reality check: you really cannot la) And what if you feel like whatever you're doing today just isn't carrying the weight it's supposed to carry, just because it isn't your first time doing or saying it? And what if you make it up by repeatedly doing and saying it like you're a broken record? 

And what if the person you want to experience all your firsts with tells you that it doesn't matter that what you say or do now aren't your firsts, because what matters most is that you have the chance to say and do it now... and that you'll be able to say and do it for the rest of your life?

I think I will try my best to force out a giggle - but what I really want to do is to cry and tell that person that no other words could be as precious as what was just said.

Because we are girls...

These days, the hype amongst most of my girlfriends is all about wanting to get married… and sometimes, it drives me up the wall!

At twenty four years old, I wouldn’t say that marriage is totally out of my mind, yet at the back of my mind, I always see myself as that same 12-year old kid who wore a bright pink Sunway Lagoon t-shirt; whose idea of the perfect day was just to read books and order-in pizza with her best friend.

But I guess at some point along the way, I figured that I needed to grow up and getting married is only another phase of life which I will have to move on to at some point in my life – perhaps when I meet that right someone.

So I guess the current hype amongst my girlfriends is yet another natural phenomenon – much like those times when we turned 15 and all of them started having this person in their life they’d call their BOYFRIEND. I, being somewhat of a late bloomer only figured out what "being in puppy love" was at 17

Yet in the midst of all the hype, I have noticed a prevailing issue which they all face – the issue of the wedding band. While I personally cannot see how much of an issue a wedding band can cause, I guess different girls are built differently. We all have different wants needs.

I draw a parallel between their need for that ideal Tiffany ring which will cost their hunny-ies an arm and a leg… and my need for that ideal this-is-the-wedding-of-the-century wedding ceremony which would probably cost my hunny 2 arms, 2 legs and a head!… and suddenly, I understand! Yes, we all have different needs!!!

The thing is, we only plan to get married ONCE in this lifetime, and which girl in her right mind wouldn’t want need to have that ideal ring or wedding ceremony? Weren’t we created with the natural talent to dream about the way we’d walk down that perfect church ambiance aisles… wearing that perfect wedding dress by Vera Wang… with Cannon in G by Pachelbel playing on a string quartet in the background while we glide down to the alter toward that man whom we want to spend the rest of our lives with… and finally having him put on that Tiffany ring on our wedding-ring finger and saying "I do"?

If any girl begs to differ, I’d doubt her sanity.

Girls will always be girls. We will always strive for perfection! But in the midst of attaining perfection, we always forget that we have actually been looking at perfection in its face all along - perfection has always been in that person whose presence brings sunshine even on our cloudiest days... or that person who has the ability to melt our hearts by uttering the lamest things... or that person who overlooks our weaknesses but tries to complement us instead.

At the end of the day, I guess perfection lies in the man we choose to marry - the band and the ceremony will always take second place no matter how much we kick up a fuss about needing it  ... coz really, take away perfection, no wedding band or ceremony would be able to make up for the perfection we're looking for...