Aurelia's Time Capsule Message

Date:- 29th of November 2014
Time:- about 11.00 am in the morning - however long it takes to complete this message
Day:- *sing it* it's friday, friday, gotta get down on Friday. Wish we could fast forward to the weekend, weekend. <-- that is the lamest thing ever.
Location:- In my office, in front of my PC (covertly typing as if I'm busy doing something else)

I'm at the juncture at life where everything sucks. I want new experiences, more money and better life - but so far everything in the near future seems bleak. I'm naturally a pessimistic person, but these past years have thought me that optimism gets me through the darkest days.

So here I'm speaking (Or rather, writing) to my future self in hopes that things turn out better in say, five or ten years (or even twenty years) from now. Tell me if all these questions are answered.

1) The most important question I'd like to ask Future-Me is - HAVE YOU MET BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH ALREADY??? - did you not book a flight to the UK for a press conference or something - or even be in a place where he is and meet him? If you didnt - WHY?? DON"T YOU HAVE FEELINGS ANYMORE?

2) Did you meet your soul-mate yet? Or did you let him slip off your hands?

3) Please tell me that you've gone and visited the Harry Potter world already? That is super important to me now and I hope you had the decency to save up and go there and GET A WAND!

4)Did you lose any weight or even focussed on losing it?

5) Are you married?

6) Has your drawings / art improved?

7) Did you actually manage to finish the song that you were supposed to write and sing along to your sister who can play the guitar?

8) HAVE YOU PUBLISHED A BOOK? this is important as it's in my short term plan and I hope you did something about it - sorry if I sound demanding.

9) Did you get the chance to watch the view of the city of Paris from above the Eiffel Tower?

10) Have you managed to get a house and designate a room to be the mini library? With comfy cushions and a reading nook?

11) Has your best friends gotten married ? (you know who they are) and were you there for them?

12) How many Marvel Cinematic Movies have you watched and how many more is left? Have you watched Doctor Strange by now?

13) Do you have children? or are you planning to have and pests? :P

14) Have you visited the Wax Museum? this is starting to sound like a bucket list check list. Well - it is sort of the point.

anyway - this is all i have for now (11.13am on the 28th of November 2014). Since this is a blog, that means I can edit it whenever I want and that's what I will do in the future. You are expected to answer all these questions if and when it has passed ten years and if the list has been done.

How to survive a Zombie Apocalypse (The very best handbook there is :P)

No one bothers about the Zombie Apocalypse these days. The murmurs die down so people think that they’re safe. They’re not. Silence is dangerous. Silence is the idle wait for something worse. Silence is the eye of the Hurricane.

If you’re reading this, then it’s best chance that they are emerging. You would not have consulted this handbook otherwise. To survive a Zombie Apocalypse, you need to be brave, dauntless, strong, and most important of all, you need to be Prepared.

First on this ‘How to’ is to make sure you’re never alone. Never. The best way to survive is to be in midst of a group of bigger sized, tastier meat humans. Yes, you read that right. You need to be in the middle of this group – never stand on the outside – that’s the easiest target. If you’re in a big group and a group of zombies attacks, guess who falls first? You got that right, the perimeter surrounding you. By the time the zombies get to you, they’d be too full, they’d just walk pass you. Trust me. I know.

2nd. You have to have weapons. This is the number one ‘To-have’ in every other Zombie manuals, but none had the genius to give you the first tactic. Any sort of weapons will do, but I would suggest longer distance weapons are ideal as you would not need to stand directly in front of the zombies to kill them, and risk getting oozed on. The ideal weapons would be a bow and an arrow – Katniss style, a gun – lawman style, a rifle – the Winchester brothers style, discs – Snake Eyes style, or Boomerang – Australian man style. Try to stay away from daggers or knives – you really would not want to penetrate deep into the zombies heart to kill it – it’s disgusting. If you’re bad at targets and need closer-distance weapons, look for machete, axes, clubs or a broom.

Yes a broom. Why a broom you may ask? Well, let’s say you’re in your house, enjoying a nice, hot cup of coffee, and all of a sudden the siren blares – and you know in your heart what those sirens are for. Tell me where are you going to find a gun or rifle, or bows and arrows? You’d reach for the thing closest to you that resembles a weapon – and no, kitchen knives are a big no-no, unless you want to be drenched in Zombie gut, so yeah, pick up that broom and hold it like your sword.

This brings us to number 3. You can never go wrong with a partner. Yep, a fighting partner. Whether you’re a girl in need of a guy, a guy in need of a girl, a girl in need of a girl, a guy in need of a guy or any other combinations of that – you definitely need a fighting partner. Someone who makes the fight worthwhile. Or just to make the scene more enjoyable. A little banter before falling for each other is what every movie wants – I mean, any types of apocalypse needs.

What? You don’t need a partner? Well, then go the bloody hell ahead and get a cat. Hem hem… sorry for that. Shall we move on?

Okay number 5 is one of the most important – stay alive. I know, I know, Moriarty look-alikes would say – Staying alive is boring, it’s just… Staying… but that is crucial if you want to survive. after all the main theme of this post is surviving. What’s the point of going through all this fight and bravery only to… die. Yep, it’s intentional. Discreetly intentional.

Did you realize I didn’t put number 4? Well, four is obsolete. Nope, not everyone of you would get that. Four is just living through the days – going on with life.

Well, that escalated quickly. I’m going to just conclude this then. To survive a Zombie Apocalypse – guys seriously did you even read through that. You’d never survive if you follow my advices. Go to a bookstore, look for a zombie survival for dummy book and study that. ‘Nuff said.

We're All Just a Little Crazy

So I was having a conversation with my sister in the car while we’re driving home from work, and somehow inadvertently I likened the both of us to tumors. We have these random discussions lately, about still being single at this age and about finding the right man for us. Let’s face it; we’re not growing any younger. If anything, the clock is ticking to our thirtieth birthday – where I would disintegrate into desperation first. We have already decided, once I turn thirty and if I’m still single, we’d head out to the bars and find a guy – where my sis will be my wing man, or in this case, wing girl – or I’d sign up for some cheesy date site and seriously find a guy. Honestly, I’m not even looking right now.


That being said, we discussed about the traits of guys that we’d want to end up with. I know checklists should not be made, as they tend to end up in disappointment, so we’ve actually thrown away out mental checklist. Right now, we are resigned to the fact; as long as the guy can accept our crazy then he’s a keeper.

I’ve realized lately that I tend to push guys away. There’s a wall there, but trust me, it’s slowly crumbling down. My sis is not so different from me. Besides that, I’m a hundred different kinds of crazy. Everyone has their crazy side – mine being my ego, my stubbornness, my arrogance, my inability to be loving, my sarcasm, my temper, my lack of flirting genes, my mild OCD and well, the list is as long as the Nile – but somehow it is hidden when you’re being courted by a guy.

I realized that I show my crazy as soon as a guy shows interest, and face it, who would want to deal with that? Most guys want girls to be all sweet and demure and well, just girls, but I somehow lack some feminity (is this even a right word?). Not all, just some. I’ve had tons of people telling me to behave more like a girl and stuff, but honestly by doing that, I’m exactly the clone of every other species of the female in this world. I pride myself in being different, not an eccentric or a freak, but I value my individuality. I don’t run with the crowd and I have my opinion on things that sometimes are not agreeable to others.

I will not be a robot and be someone I’m not just because I want a guy to fancy me. If at all, there’s a guy who actually could accept me for who I am – then he’s the keeper. If he thinks that I’m clay to be molded in his way, well, he’s seriously barking up the wrong tree. I realize that to compete with my crazy, I don’t need Mr. Perfect or Mr. Right – I need Mr. Crazy-Who-Complements-My-Crazy. If he’s perfect, he’s just not right as I am not perfect. If he’s Right – he may be wrong for me. But if he has Crazy that I can handle, and if he can handle my Crazy – then I don’t see any problems with us in joining our crazy heads and building a crazy life and having tiny little baby crazy crawling around.

So, back to the tumor conversation with my sister, I told her that my crazy would be known as soon as I get comfortable with someone and if they can endure that, then they are welcome to step into my land of Bleeding Rainbows and Killer Unicorns. If they can get past the first level of crazy and battle the rest, they are the right crazy (or Crazy Slayer). My sister on the other hand doesn’t show her crazy until too late – and the guy will have no chance of backing out as he’s in too deep (not literally).

So that’s how I said that she’s like a benign tumor while I’m a malignant tumor. My crazy is revealed in the first stage itself and it takes crafted hands to remove it and remove it and keep on removing it until the tumor is cleared, or just to live with it. My sis on the other hand (Yes, she let me post this about her – believe me, I had to ask) is a tumor that you’d never realize until it reaches stage three and then it’s just too late.

I’m not saying it to make a farce out of cancer or anything. It’s just that our crazy is relatable to cancer – its incurable – and those who face it; God bless your soul.

So, in conclusion, my sis and I are reduced to nothing more than a tumor. I might have other things to relate us too, but for now its tumor. It could be butterflies next or even shoes – it just goes to show that my imagination runs wild and makes me think of things that don’t even make sense – but you know, it actually does… a little.

Ranting - Not spesific to anyone

You say that all the girls you've ever dated were psychos, clingy, materialistic minded, selfish and all things that you find you're tired of. Well, did you try opening your mind (and eyes) to see those who are actually good and would treat you well? Of course you didn't. Why? Because she's not thin enough, not pretty enough, not sexy enough, not stimulating enough, not hot enough, not enough to make you want her. What you didn't know is, if you actually widened your horizon, you might find that she's the one for you. She will not cling on to you and turn into a psycho. She will stand all your bad habits because she loves you regardless. She will be there for you when you're down - not run away at the slightest sign of distress. She will be your support, not your weight. She will go all out for you. And it's not because you're devastatingly good looking, or smart, or rich or anything. It's because she sees something in you that makes her heart race, that smile you give, that look you share, that heart inside of you. She doesn't want a saviour - she wants to be your saviour. Don't narrow your mindset and find rainbow coloured stones. If you picked up that jagged rock and shine it, you will see that it's more beautiful that the rainbow which is only temporary after a rain.

The last of danger days

My Chemical Romance. I have been listening to them since I can't remember when. It came as a shock to me when their brief hiatus turned out to be their last as they announced the break-up of the band on March 22, 2013. This came as a shock to me as I never expected that. I was still dreamily waiting for their next album - the next one to fill my boring and lonely days. Although they are gone, they still remain in my heart. I will still listen to their songs even if i've grown old to the age of eighty.

Typically Me

 I almost always seem to put myself in an embarrassing situation. Once again this morning, I had to sprint from my apartment building to catch the bus. I wasn't late - as I'm rarely late these days, but I don't know how I somehow seem to always run for the bus. Those bus drivers must be getting pretty sick of me already. *pause dramatically for a silent applause*
     Okay where is my standing ovation? The other day, being the genius that I am, I read some freaking ghost story at work (shh don't let my Director know about this). On Saturdays only our office will be open and it's on the fourth floor (also known as Suite 3A), and all the other floors will be silent. So that means the other floors toilets won't have people using it.
     Since all the children (Which are students) will use the fourth floor toilet, so I decided to go to the third floor toilet (and yeah, right after reading the damn story). As I got on the elevator, I realized that I might be scared to go to the toilet alone, but, well, there's no turning back right? So as I got off the elevator at the third floor, I heard the sound of a door closing somewhere in the back (where the toilets are situated). I froze in my footsteps, not sure whether to go ahead or not.
     Thinking that I'm silly and that I let my imagination run wild, I shook my head and walked to the toilet. I was cautious though, hoping not to bump into 'anyone'. Just as I turned into the corner, holding my breath in, I was caught by surprise....by one of the teacher from my office. I was so relieved - thank god he was in solid form. He almost made my heart burst out in fear.
    No more ghost stories for me.
    Today, I sent an email to my colleagues, and trying to be humorous, I used my friend's name and repeated her last name, which turned out to be a bad word in Hokkien. It is not something to be said in public, and luckily I didn't send that email to the whole office, or I'd have to find a place to bury my head in.
    I'm never using words that I'm not sure what the meanings are of.

Tom - Our beloved dog - died 28/07/2012

This is Tom, and he is our dearly beloved pet that has left us forever.

It's only been a day and I miss him like crazy, although I haven't seen him in a while since I moved out. Do you know how much your family misses you, Tom?

I start to cry again when I think of you. I feel so bad for the times I've scolded you when you sit in front of me and stare at me eating - you know how I hate people/animals staring at me. I would order you to go outside, and you would obediently run into your cage, although I didn't ask you to get in the cage. And then in a few minutes when I call you back to maybe give you the balance of my food, you'd run all the way to me as if i didn't just scold you a minute ago. You are such a loyal dog.

I know we've all been angry with you - why do you always want to run out of the house, the minute you see us open the gate to go out? I know it's in your animal instincts, but do you know how worried we get when you go for a long time - we worry you won't be able to find your way back, like your brother, Bill who is like a stranger now to us.

I miss now that I don't have a pet to stare at when I go home. Do you know that I like to see your antics? It's like a boring little entertainment to me. And the way you'd make your puppy dog little face that I'd feel pity on you, and let you in yet your fur flies all over the house.

Do you know that mommy will miss you too? Yeah, she yells at you when you poop all over the house and destroy our gate, and run out the gate at every chance and also bark at anyone that passes our house, but you know she loves you like she loves her own children? She makes sure you get your food everyday and will cook it to your liking - rice with a little of curry/sambal plus fried egg. You never get the rice without egg.

Do you know how daddy will miss you? He seems to love you more than anyone else, because you're the only one who would never contradict a thing he says, and if mommy scolds you - you run to dad, hoping he would protect you.

Do you know how Icca would miss you? She's the one who'd play silly run to the gate and back games with you - and let you kiss her mouth (chuckles) and also spoil you and take you for rides in her car. She'd miss doing that now.

Do you know Peechy will miss you? She's a big bully and scaring you by opening her umbrella is her idea of fun. You are afraid of that, but somehow you'd run to her when she calls you. And no matter how she bullies you for her own entertainment, she would pet and cuddle you all the same.

Do you know how Tebby would feel? He says he doesn't care about you but we all can see through that lie. He loves you just as much as I am not admitting.

Finally, do you know how much Nicu would miss you - she was the one who forced mommy and daddy to bring you home when you and Bill were only about a month's old. Those days seemed like a long time ago. I really thought you'd be with us for years, Tom, not 2 years.

But I guess God loves you better and decided to take you up to his home - he must have seen what a beautiful soul you are. This could be your last life before you sit up there in heaven, and I'm happy that we were the ones to take you in. You are lucky to have 7 people who loved you till death.

I write this so that you will always be in our memories - no matter where you are. I know that you are in a much more safer place than here  - where people see you barking at them and want to throw stones at you. Up there you don't have to bark at anyone.

We love you Tom, and you will remain in our hearts always - as the most mischievous little monster that you were.

New Life...

I'm so nervous, because in about two weeks time I will be moving to Penang in a whole new environment. I've got a new job and it's totally different from what I've been working as all these while. I've been working all along wearing work uniform, but now I've got to dress smartly casual (Whatever that is). Wish me luck!