Just Two Things

Sunday October 21, 2007

A snippet of the conversation I had with my sister: Adlina says: i’ve decided Adlina says: you can have david tennant Adlina says: i’ll have john simm Zayni says: too late Zayni says: met john simm the other day Adlina says: and what Zayni says: said that we’ll have babies and all Adlina says: you lieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Ahem. There are two things I am currently obsessed about. Obsessed to the point that it consumes me. I live and breathe these two items err…things. One is John Simm. I. Just. Can’t. Stop. Thinking. About. That. Man. There’s just something about him, his boyish charms in Life on Mars that have won me over. I love him in Life on Mars, I love him in Doctor Who. And I’m haunted by the fact that I could have seen him in England, but didn’t because I did not want to fork out 42 pounds (RM 294) to watch him in a play. Did I make the wrong decision? Will I be living in regret forever? Secondly, my mind has been caught up with something infinitely shallower than my unfulfilled yearnings for an English actor who doesn’t know I exist. Handbags. I just can’t stop thinking about handbags.I’ve been daydreaming about handbags since before I left for the UK, in the UK and now in Malaysia. I have been wondering if I ought to splurge and get myself an expensive, original Coach handbag. My brother will be returning from the States sometime in November, along with a Season 3 Doctor Who box set from the US (it’s fifteen pounds, get that, fifteen pounds cheaper than the ridiculously priced 50 POUND STERLING in the UK) and he said he wouldn’t mind buying one other item for me. Which got me thinking. I have a harboured a desire for a Coach handbag since forever. I want it more than any luxurious item out there be it a Dior handbag or expensive shoes. A friend of mine, Sheila, a great proponent for the The Great Malaysian Migrationâ„¢, insists that Coach isn’t an item of luxury and the Malaysian obsession for Coach isn’t justified. It sure ain’t Dior or Louis Vuitton. Coach is like, like the Bonia of the US. Young professionals buy them. They are affordable. IN THE US. In Malaysia, it costs an arm and a leg for one. And that, is an example of the great injustice us young professionals in Malaysia go through. Working like a dog, and having to fork out a month’s salary for a Coach handbag. Where is the justice?! Where?! Ahem. Yes, I’d really like a Coach handbag. Thing is, I have practical things in life that I need right now. I could get a cheaper handbag, or as Jean helpfully suggested, a good fake from Thailand (which isn’t the same…I won’t be able to hug it as I go to bed, stroking it saying “My precious” over and over). I really need glasses. I mean, what is the point of having a nice handbag if I keep running into walls and pillars? But you really can’t talk logic about these things can you? Work really begins tomorrow. I’m kinda excited, this past month has allowed for some soul-searching and as a result, real excitement about work and the future. I think I have a greater idea which direction I’d like to go in the future and greater focus when it comes to life. So as a result, I have all the right now to focus on far, far shallower things. Handbags and John Simm….drool   Posted 10/21/2007 at 9:53 AM

Three More Days

Saturday September 15, 2007

Only three more days in Malaysia before I’m off to London! I honestly can’t wait. It’s been ages since I’ve had a proper holiday and despite trying my best to remain calm and collected about the holiday, honestly, I’m uber excited. Should I brush up on my French? It’s been years since I spoke French, I don’t think I’d be able to even order a cheese omelet in French anymore. Do they even serve cheese omelets in Paris? Anyway, here is a vague but slightly psychotic itinerary of my days in England: 19/9: Arrive and head straight to Reading to my Uncle’s place 20/9: Reading. Sleeping most likely. 21/9: Off to David‘s place. Whilst he plays with money, I’d probably be parking myself in front of the boob tube to brush up on my very poor British accent. Because I’m snooty that way. 22/9: Paris! I’m off to Paris. So, sue me, I’ve never been to Paris, so I can’t help but be all giddy now. 23/9: Paris! 24/9: Back to London. Either will spend time walking around in London, in the parks for inspiration, hunting for John Simm or David Tennant (honestly, I’m not fussed) or parking myself in front of the TV again. 25/9: St. Andrews…I think! I’m still debating on this one. It’s a bit expensive but I don’t know when I’d be able to head down to St. Andrews again so I’d rather not miss this chance. If not, I’d just bum in London. 26/9: St. Andrews. Home of golf. Or London. See where the wind blows. 27/9: St. Andrews/London – Because I’m crazy that way. And I have a gay social to attend that night. 28/9: London. Either parked in front of the TV again, shopping or writing poetry by Hyde Park. Oh, who am I kidding, I don’t even read poetry. 29/9: London. David!weekend 30/9: London. David!weekend 1/10: Back to Malaysia. *Cries for the longest time* As you can see, the London bits are still unplanned. I had already planned my trip to Paris (well, more like I messaged Maya for things to do, and forwarded her suggestions to David, making me seem like I spent ages researching), an itinerary that would be guaranteed to kill any tourist. David assured I’d be dead by the end of the trip if I attempted the itinerary. But London is still missing. Considering I’ve been to most of the touristy bits of London, I reckon I want to do something a bit different during the day. But what? A part of me is hoping that if I keep sending positive thoughts to the universe, especially thoughts of bumping into John Simm and David Tennant, there’s a real possibility I might just bump into either one of them. One last day of actually running my errands. Is it just me or are malls just a lot emptier during the fasting month? Whatever, I’m not complaining. Makes running of errands a lot easier. Posted 9/15/2007 at 10:6 PM