Blabbering about wedding, Disney’s princes, Euro Cup final, and a chance of getting knocked up.

This is a blabbering post. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn ya!

So yesterday I tweeted that it’s been 6 years and 6 months together with Bandi. Apparently some people found it weird that I don’t do anything about it. They expected me to plan my wedding by this time of relationship and again, “in this crucial age” of a woman, of all the “We, women must have kids before 30 blah blah blah”.

Apparently readiness of having a kid is not the first priority. They were so scared that having a kid after 30 years old will turn the kid to be autistic. Well people, I tell you something. I also don’t want to have an autistic kid. I wish my kid to be healthy mentally and physically. Universe is so kind to me, I believe I will have the best kid possible. But people, do you prefer to become a parent when you are not ready to pass down value, when you don’t even know what’s your purpose of life, when you’re still as selfish as Kim Kardashian? NO! Your kid will turn out to have mental problem, a lot of psychological disorders and maybe, *knock on wood* will be a teenage slut because apparently she doesn’t get attention from her parent. WHAT JUDGES THAT IS BETTER THAN AUTISTIC?

When I was a teacher, I taught autistic kids. They are difficult. I know. But they will be easier when the parents are willing to communicate and cooperate with us, the teachers, than those normal kids who like to talk bad words and push other kids to bleeding (who are ALWAYS the ones having dysfunctional parents).

I’m not a parent, who am I talking about dysfunctional parents? I don’t know how hard it is to be parents. BUT I WOULD LOVE TO BECOME A PARENT SOMEDAY. A GOOD ONE.

Not when my age hitting 29, but when I am ready. If I turned out to be ready before 30, then it is a bonus. If I got knocked up before 30, then it’s a luck for Bandi. (LOL. Ignore the last sentence)

Ok, let’s go back to the main idea of this post (the ones typed in black font).

Then people frowned upon my travel guts. That I’m willing to save money to travel but I’m no at all closer to wedding. I know what makes me happy, and if it’s not a wedding and a house, does that make me a social criminal?

(AGAIN, I would love to get married (chillax Bandi!)) I am not resenting wedding. NO, that’s not true. I love weddings. It’s just that it’s not my priority now. It’s like I want Macbook and travel to India. Then I prioritize India first before buying a Macbook. So, after I travel to India, then I will think to buy the Macbook again. But right now, I don’t want to buy the Macbook because my mind is filled with India. GOT IT?

Then again, what’s with the “Oh Poor Bandi, he had been waiting for May to be ready for too long…” WTF, people? Bandi is not waiting for me to get married. Remember the Italy vs Spain EURO CUP FINAL?

The Italy vs Spain EURO CUP FINAL side story

Bandi and I are tifosi numero uno of Italy National Team. We have different team on the Serie-A though. He’s worshiping Juventus while I’m forever with Parma. But when it comes to national team, we pour our heart out for Azzurri. In 2006, when we first got together, Italy won the World Cup. We were so happy we thought we are meant to be together forever, but everything went down hill ever since. Italy performed worse and worse. EURO CUP 2012 is a shock, including Balotelli’s performance. AND THEY WENT TO SEMI FINAL!!! We were so surprised, in a good way though. We never expected them to go this far.

Then Bandi said, “If they won the Euro Cup, We’ll get married the next weekend.” And I said yes.

Italy went to FINAL FOR GOD’S SAKE! They freaking defeated Germany!! Then I prepared myself to write a simple guest list, and to buy a cheap simple white dress. I was thinking to buy 7 stalks of Lilies for my hand bouquet and picked the church across our flat for the simple ceremony. I told Bandi that any rings will do.

It’s good to know that getting married in Singapore is damn easy! Government dying to have the citizens to be married and producing babies, thus getting married here is a piece of cake. I just need to bring 2 witnesses and then sign the paper.

But then, I’m ringless now. All because of that too-good-Spain national team!!!

My point is… I’m a girl who lives with impulse dramatic moments. I know I will marry Bandi eventually. (Come on, what’s about him not adorable?) but I just have to wait for the moment to happen. That moment of “This is it. Let’s do it.” People may not understand what I mean because wedding should be planned right?

But I know what I want. Again, I’m a person who really knows what I want. And for now, I don’t want wedding. I want to travel the world. And that’s not a sin. That doesn’t make people right to perceive me as immature and irresponsible. I’m just getting what I want, like all of those women looking for any guys to grab as long as they can get married.

Oh yeah about that, what’s wrong with that women? It’s really pissing me off!!!

Nowadays, with the ticking clock, women would grab any men they saw and got married. Just because they needed to be impregnated. THAT IS SO STUPID OH MY GOD I WANNA SHOT MYSELF.

Try falling in love, ladies. It’s worth the wait.

4151332269_554c6d57fb be patient good things come to those who wait by Mykl Roventine at flickr

Let me tell you about my Shoe Philosophy.

A woman going shopping, she finds a nice wedges shoe. She tries it on. Oh, too big, there are no other numbers left. She puts it back and walks to another store. Wow, a very striking red stiletto.  She tries it on and it’s too small. She thinks, “I can live with it. I probably won’t find any shoe better than this.” So she buys it! And she lives with that painful foot all of her life.

If only she could be patience and walked to another store, she probably would find a fit winter boots that would be very comfortable for her.

Of course you can’t compare men and shoes. You can always throw away the stiletto and buy a new one. But this is just a way to perceive relationship. Usually the shoes that are being forced into your feet will hurt you, even though it looks good on the outside, you’re dying on the inside.

Don’t just grab the stilettos nearest to you, walk around and find the perfect one. It’s worth the wait and worth the effort. I believe that there is one perfect person custom made by god for anyone. I never doubt this, because I have found mine. And it feels soooo good in every way. And if only everyone wanted to wait to find the perfect ones, there will be no war.

I hate when women give excuses like, “All men are jerks”, “I’m on my thirties, it’s easy for you to say that coz you’re young!” or “I have already waited for too long.”

BULLSHIT. You’re just too lazy or too scared or too self-centered or too pessimistic. (Oh I have pessimistic people, they are the worst!)

Women can not always blame men when the relationship ends. Even if your men cheat on you, you must have blamed your judgement by choosing him at the first place.

Don’t swear on me for having a lucky life. I PERCEIVED MY LIFE AS LUCKY, THUS I BECOME LUCKY.

I was growing up in a very suicidal family, I wished everyday for my parents to be divorced, but they had worse, they must live with each other and tried not to kill each other everyday. I was always depressed about it back then, but now I laugh on it, sometimes I joked about it with my sister.

I blamed my parents for my skeptical perception of love and marriages, for my mental disorders and my suicidal attempts. I blamed my brother for taking all the attentions from me, for going to jail so I had to work my ass off for money so he won’t be killed by the other prisoners, for all the hatred I had created for myself, for my parents and for society. I cursed my friend for having a good parent, for having a caring brother and flawless skin. I was one hell of angry person. (I am still anyway. (LOL)) I closed my heart so tightly I was afraid a simple shake would kill me.

But then I met Bandi, and everytime I rest my head wrapped around Bandi’s arms, all the hatreds magically dissolve to be love, the world stops turning and it’s only me and him. It’s a very wonderful feeling and it’s true that they said Love Conquers All. It really does. It conquers all the differences, the fights about who should compromise to whom, the debate of whether Jesus Christ is just a really cool guy but not a messiah, a screaming over a smelly sock, a headache of managing our money, the lost house keys, or should we watch Juventus or Parma’s game or which cities should we visit first.

What I was trying to say is… Falling in love like in the Disney’s movie is real. The prince might not be riding the white horse, but he could still treat you just the same like the real prince.

And that being married doesn’t necessarily equal to being happy. This is the correct equation:


So if that guy makes you happy, then get married, make babies, repopulate the earth, I will be so excited to attend your wedding. But if he still treats you like shit and you’re still marrying him, then shame on you, woman! Shame on you!

I guess this is the end of my blabbering today.

Be happy people! Life is too short to be grumpy!



Modern Football: Twitting while Drinking

Everyone knows how much I love football. Even though I don’t watch leagues anymore, I always watch International football that comes every 2 years, with World Cup and Euro (every four years).

Since I joined twitter in 2009, football matches have a new level of fun because it’s like watching football live with hundreds of friends, keep yapping and talking in the same times, non stop. It’s so much fun. Especially the girls who turned football to their sexual escapes. You those shirtless footballer could literally bring a drool.

Last Saturday, the football match was brought to a new level of fun with a drinking game. Four of us (me, Bandi, my housemate Fredrick and my neighbor Ricky) made a game rule of the drinking game.

We use an Ikea Glass that has 7 lines to measure our drinking. We divide four of us to two opposite sides. Fredrick and I are with Spain team (because I hate France National Team). Ricky and Bandi are with France. these are the rules:

  • Shot on goal: 3 lines
  • Goal: 7 lines (Full)
  • Corner: 3 lines
  • Offside: 4 lines
  • Defensive foul: 3 lines
  • Yellow Card: 4 lines
  • Red card: A bottle of vodka. Kidding. Because that would be the end of the world, right?

So I mixed cranberry juice, orange juice and much vodka in a measurement cup like this (because we don’t have jug, that’s so sad.)

Measurement cup!

Too bad France played like rubbish! (Not too bad actually, it’s a fortune for me.) So me and Fredrick stayed sober the first half of the game while Bandi and Ricky kept laughing for no reason. Hey guys, you’re losing, aren’t you supposed to cry?!

Second half started and the vodka was still more than half bottle so Ricky had this brilliant idea, “Let’s double up the stakes!” As four of us agreed, France got the yellow card and made defensive foul. There you go idiots, drink up your stupidity! And still, they’re laughing like morons.

Fredrick and I had our drinks also but we were just high a little bit. And yeah, I forgot how good it feels drinking alcohols until high. It made me feel happy. It’s a temporary happy of course but enough to make me forget the bad news of my failure of recent event.

So long story short, we were all laughing happily without no reason at all because of this.

Talking about alcohols, actually I’m not a big fan of them. I had the most disastrous drunk call when I was 19 and It was very VERY ugly so I decided to never ever drink again. Well, that’s impossible. But I promised not to ever be drunk again. Once is enough for the youth’s sake. But lately I found myself keep craving back to alcohol. This is just an occasional drinking of course and I let myself excuse because I’m under a lot of stress. And as long as I don’t make another disastrous drunk call, then it’s fine.

Football when there was no internet was not as fun as now. I know I already had this reporter-like mind long time ago. I used to write all te comments of the match, drew the squad’s formation and made a match timeline on my class’ diary. But no feedbacks werw given until the diary was passed the next day. So it was more of one way commenting. Twitter these days are full of amateur football analyst and that’s what make the match more interesting. Sometimes there were jokers who always make funny jokes or comments about the match.
Modern football for the fans has grown so much because of internet. And I’m thankful for that. =)

I’ll give one funny sample:
Me: before the penalty kicks, Buffon gathered the players, substitues and officials, said two sentences that make them go jumping and shouting like a kid on sugar high. That’s my friend, why it is called a TEAM. They are one.
Someone: and what were the two sentences?
Someone else: that what i would love to know.
Somebody funny: “If we win, we get to see our wives. If we lose they’re going to party with John Terry.” (Montolivo isn’t affected by this because he’s gay, right?)

So let’s have a little more fun when we’re still young. (well not that young anymore actually.) Actually I have another stake on this Euro 2012, but I’ll update on that later.

P.S. We would do it again this Sunday for the finals. And stay tuned with me via twitter during all the Euro games. I promise I’ll retweet dirty things from my girlfriends. LOL

P.P.S. Yes, France didn’t get through. Yay me.