One year gone and The Imaginarator’s 2009 list

I had my heart broken for the longest time in 2009. I’ve also lost a few friends but picked up some awesome new ones along the way. I smashed the car badly and paid a hefty fine. I found my inner geek. I conquered bits of Southeast Asia with a bunch of mates. I realised I can get over a heartbreak by the same person twice and I don’t need other people to make me happy. I got better at churning out 3,000 words monthly. I kissed someone really hot. I signed up and went for gym classes religiously for two months running. I scaled up an artificial hill without losing my nerve halfway. I love the geeky items I got for my birthday. I gave myself one of the best birthday/X’mas gifts ever – an iPhone which I’ve been referring it as my lover. You don’t want to know.

But I know it’s the time of the year where people like reading lists so here goes:

Honourary mentions for all the movies (the ones that I can recall) I’ve watched in 2009: Yes Man, Underworld: Rise of the Lycans, Confessions of a Shopaholic, I love you man, Monsters vs Aliens, X-Men Origins: Wolverine, Ghosts of Girlfriends’ Past, Star Trek, Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian, Terminator Salvation, Up, The Hangover, Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen, Harry Potter and the half-blood prince, Inglourious Basterds, Pandoram, Pink, Whiskey with Vodka, 2012, Planet 51, Avatar, New Moon.

Best movie I’ve seen this year: I can’t decide, so I’m just going to go with Zombieland since it was the last memorably hilarious flick I saw. Although The Hangover comes a second close.

Worst movie I’ve seen this year: I’m torn three-way between Transformers, Pandorum and 2012.

Best book I read this year: You probably won’t believe this, but I haven’t picked up a book to read once this year. I bought one though.

Best defining song I’ve heard this year and was to be my soundtrack at work ever since: No Ordinary Morning by Chicane

Bands I had no idea how much I’d love until I’ve heard them: The Weepies, Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Song that never failed to give me goosebumps: “Pray” performed by Take That in their Beautiful World Tour in Manchester, UK.

Worst months this year: January all the way to September and a little bit of October

Best month this year: December

Second best month this year: A tie between May and October

Best kiss I’ve received this year: It was on 29 October but since there are still several hours left in the year… You never know.

I managed to keep the one resolution I unknowingly made this year: That is to attain a body weight of only 50kg. I haven’t stopped drinking or smoking. I think my number one resolution for 2010 would be to maintain an upright posture whether standing or sitting because I’m kinda sick of people questioning my 168cm self. Unbelievable, I know.

I should also start getting sufficient sleep every night. Visit the gym and gain some ab definition so I can finally stop bringing my navel to my spine when I meet someone new. I should also start dating people who have less emotional baggage onboard.

All in all, I think I matured slightly this year. As I grew a year older, I’ve realised that I have a much higher capacity for emotional pain, clutter and hanging out in a larger group of people than I am used to.

In 2010, I’ll work on not getting my heart broken and updating both my blog and diary, which was an expected gift from J, every day, even if all I did was sleep through the weekend and no one’s going to be overwhelmed by reading about that. And finally, let go of the things that don’t matter and live in the moment because life’s too short to stay unhappy. If that’s not growing up, I don’t know what is.

Happy New Year, y’all. See you when I’m sober.


On ending a text message and the world

I have always thought ending a text message with a kiss like :X is much better than kisses and hugs – XOXO – when it’s to someone special. Sealed with a kiss, you know. That’s how lovers used to send letters to each other in the olden days. Before mobile phones and emails were invented. But that’s just me. I’m old-fashioned like that.

Someone asked me earlier, what my last words would be if the world ends tomorrow.

J: Thanks for all the happy times love. You’ve been a great companion.
X: My pleasure, darling. Are you saying your farewell now?
J: Who knows what would happen tomorrow? My last words to you would be “LOVE” ’cause that’s my favourite word. What would you say to me?
X: It’s been a pleasure knowing you and I will be waiting for you at the other side so we could carry on where we left off.
J: Where did we leave off?
X: “all the happy times love.”

After a while…

J: If only I knew you earlier, I could have spent more time with you.
X: It doesn’t matter because it’s better than never knowing each other at all.

Whenever a relationship, platonic or romantic, comes close to something akin to a high level of intensity, I need something more tangible, something a hug or an emoticon can’t quite replace. I don’t know, like a record to show a certain event happened, a reminder that something special occurred at the same time to both of us. Like a text, a ticket, a photo or even a movie stub. So when we look back along the timeline since we met each other, we can smile at the good times shared and if we are in each other’s lives still, we can smugly say there are more good times to come. Or for some reason, if we have drifted apart, it would be nice remembering how someone had entered my life and bonded with me. But the older I get, the more I dislike clutter so kisses, hugs and a blog post are good enough replacements.

In any case, keep my words, the ones I said to you earlier, with you in the meantime. Keep them safely. Because, on the contrary to popular belief, they are not cheap.


Oh my my, I have fallen

I walked past a store today and it was blasting this song and I am so enamoured with it, I’m going to share the YouTube video with you all right now.

Today is also the day I realised how effing amazing it is to walk around a hypermart selling nothing but gadgets and more gadgets. It was a geeky-wonderland. It has mini chrome fans and vacuum cleaners and laptop coolers which operate solely using the power from your notebook. There were mouses with more buttons than a TV remote control. Maybe one of the buttons can be used to summon pizza or beer while you’re glued to your computer screen.

Anyway, I felt giddy walking among so many techie stuff, I thought I’d hyperventilate if I didn’t drag them into a shopping cart and run to the cashier soon enough. But I resisted the temptation of consumerism. Okay, so I caved after half an hour and bought a new tee for my baby aka the iPhone. Hey, it was crying for a new colour. Somehow green didn’t bring out its eyes.

In other news, I’m off for a short weekend getaway in a few hours’ time and I have yet packed. Oh, I highly recommend you to check out my first post on this blog around a year ago. Just to see how far I’ve come and what a genius I am. Only joking obviously. It’s Christmas after all, and it wouldn’t hurt you to be nice and agree with me, would it?

Have a good holiday opening presents and going on a [alcoholic] liquid diet before the weekend is over. Go on, listen to the song again. You know you want to.


The Poem – Franz Wright

I don’t read a lot these days. Maybe it’s a syndrome of the Internet-itis.  But when I do come across something – a poem, a quote, a line from a movie or even a song – so simple and yet it manages to describe a moment so poignantly, it makes me pause. Sometimes savouring the emotions which made me see the world in a different hue, sometimes it stabs me because it resonates with what I’m going through. But mostly, I forget to breathe in that moment because it rings perfectly in my heart.

It’s amazing how well-crafted words can affect you in that singular moment.

The Poem – Franz Wright

It was like getting a love letter from a tree

Eyes closed forever to find you —

There is a life which
if I could have it

I would have chosen for myself from the beginning

[From Walking to Martha’s Vineyard, which won the 2004 Pulitzer Prize.]


Life’s milestones

One of my life’s milestones: I was 26 years 8 months and 15 days when I first suntanned and swam topless in public. What’s yours?

Now that I’m officially two years past my quarter-life crisis, I have no idea what’s next. I feel lost and unsettled and a little fearful. Other than having my PCI (perceived cuteness index) stock falling rapidly, I pretty much feel the same. Still can’t turn invisible or teleport to and fro work. Yet.

Come to think of it, I should have probably wished for either super power when I was told to blow out the birthday candle. Instead, I wished for world peace. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. You didn’t buy that, did you?

Right now, I just want to snuggle in bed with a good TV series ala Dexteur. It’s really mind-blowing epic. But before I do just that, this seems like the perfect song to listen to while watching the rain have its way with the world on a grey December afternoon.


One more day to the big 27

What a gentlemanly colour eh?

I think the excitement is building up just nicely. Sometimes I do wonder if I’ll ever grow up to be a proper adult. I mean I can smoke, drink and drive (although not at the same time) without being hauled up by cops. I am less angsty these days. I enjoy my oldies and 80s music as much as I listen to the Knife and the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I understand pop culture jokes much better now. I am getting better at picking myself up after every broken-hearted moment. (Still, let’s aim to keep the number of broken hearts to a minimum. This is not a competition.) I guess the only difference is I behave exactly like a fifteen-year old when it comes to taking responsibility. Which is non-existent. Oh, not forgetting social awareness. And sensitivity. And interpersonal skills.

Oh boy, what’s gonna happen when I turn 30?


Turquoise is apparently the colour of 2010

The colour of your next bikini

You probably heard it here last but in case, you were in some alternate universe where Pantone is just some random sounds made together to mean the end of a meal, you’re in luck. The world’s authority on colour and provider of colour to fashion and design houses plus many other industries, Pantone has declared Pantone 15-5519 or its much more famous namesake Turquoise  colour of year 2010.

Leatrice Eiseman, executive director of the Pantone Color Institute®, explains more on why turquoise was chosen. “It is believed to be a protective talisman, a color of deep compassion and healing, and a color of faith and truth, inspired by water and sky.”

Interesting. I’m loving the new colour, especially since it’s the designated colour for my horoscope. Oh it’s Sagittarius, since you asked. But here’s the ultimate clincher for me.

Combining the serene qualities of blue and the invigorating aspects of green, Turquoise evokes thoughts of soothing, tropical waters and a languorous, effective escape from the everyday troubles of the world, while at the same time restoring our sense of wellbeing.

If Pantone’s colour for 2009 Mimosa Yellow was chosen to send a “hopeful optimistic message” to the public, year 2010 would be the year we get to start fantasising about turning lobster red on sandy beaches.

Cocktails, anyone? I’d even add a tiny umbrella in your drink, if you ask nicely.


What does your birthday say about you?

I smoked with a glass of milk because that’s how I roll. Six more days and it’s my big day. Can’t quite say I’m jumping with joy yet. But enough about me. What does your birthday say about you?

Because this will make our lives better



Top ten birthday and holiday gifts for me

So it’s been a while since I dusted the cobwebs off here. In my defence, I was busy having a life, hence the blog hiatus. Which technically is the truth since I haven’t been home at regular hours ever since I signed up for gym classes last month. Yes. I hear you gasp and your thought bubble went something like “Gym + Me = never happening / (or if you’re American) NO WAY.” I know.

Well, if it makes you feel better, my appetite has grown exponentially with the number of times I head down to the gym. Increased appetite = Weight gain by a hell lot. I swear all weighing machines lie. Anyway, there are classes for yoga, pilates, steps, taichi and body combat (which I love oh-so-dearly because the instructor makes you yelp “Hoi hoi hoi” as if you are indeed a mean killing machine. Which I am obviously), and of course, the lovely treadmill. How anyone could bear to run on it for 20 minutes staring at essentially nothing in front of them twists my head in. Until I tried it for myself. And I realised staring at the little stat box which shows how much calories you are burning with every step you take is rather hypnotic. Huff huff huff. One calorie burned. Huff huff huff. Two calories burned and you get the drift.

Oh and my birthday is coming around in 10 days’ time. While I have yet felt the rush of excitement and that tingling sensation ever since I was a child, I kinda like thinking about what others can possibly get for me. Even if they don’t read this. Ha.

I’m a hybrid of geekiness, gadgets, practicality and cleanliness freak with a dash of retro chic so for those of you who’d like to marry or be with someone like me someday, start taking notes.

1) The entire Discworld series by my number one favourite author of all time Terry Pratchett.

My ideal bookshelf

2) Otherwise, the latest book by him would do just nicely – Unseen Academicals.

3) Sennheiser CX300 In-Ear Earphones (black) or SE210 Sound Isolating Earphones (black)

4) Handheld / travel clothes steamer (because my wrinkly shirts are crying for help and I hate ironing)

5) Handheld vacuum cleaner

6) Mini espresso machine

7) A desk fan which is compact yet powerful and chic. Obviously.

8) A Nalgene water bottle and if possible, a tee shirt for it.

9) a portable DVD player so I can finally watch my shows on the flatscreen TV

10) Two DVDs – Say Anything (because I’m a sappy love fool at heart) and High Fidelity (because it really channels my inner geek and because I really heart John Cusack and the earlier stuff he has done pre-2001)

That said, I realise Internet is truly my best mate. Till then, have a lovely Sunday.