Wednesday, August 26, 2009

A Weird Phenomenon...


I find it utterly baffling why some of Fadzli's friends, upon meeting me just ONCE, insist on adding me on Facebook.


And these people are not even super close to Fadz.


Instead, they put me in an awkward position where I'm caught between adding them out of politeness (not like I'm ever gonna speak to them on FB), and not adding them based on my principles of not having unknown characters as my friends.


Of course, I can't be so unspeakably rude and inevitably, I end up clicking on that "Add as friend" button, but cursing myself furiously as I do it.


Even Fadz finds it peculiar.


I don't see any of my friends stalking him in a similar manner. Except maybe my mum. Yeah, my mum and Fadz are "FB buddies". LOL. And periodically, she would ask me worriedly about Fadz's anti-establishment FB status. It's hilarious, as my mum is as strait-laced, government-loving as they come.


Ah yes, I pick them well...

Sunday, August 23, 2009

And Then There Were 4....


The Chan family is back to being a foursome.


Cheryl, Miss Fancy Harvard Grad, has decided to uproot herself once more, to go back to her alma mater, in the hopes of graduating a fancy Harvard LAWYER.


Sadly, I'm unable to follow the parents on this excursion, as I'm a sad, working serf and unlike school where I could play hookey, I have no more leave to take.


Sigh, guess the next time I'd be seeing her would be December at the earliest. Or the next opportunity would be June, when somehow, I get myself a ticket to America.


On some level, I'm envious that my sis would be bold enough to leave her support system here, leave her comfortable, high paying government job, leave her apartment, fancy living, car...


To become a poor student for three years. Saddle herself with a huge debt, and only have the means to start repaying when she graduates at the age of 33.


But I suppose I'm being short-sighted here. Hey, if she becomes a high-paying lawyer, what's US$150,000 in debt right?


I'm not sure if I have the guts to make the same step.


I've kinda settled into a comfortable lifestyle.


And yet, sometimes I wonder if comfortable is enough.


Sigh.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Just When I Thought I Knew Why I Love Him So....


Perhaps it's because I'm in a mopey mood, having watched Korean dramas the whole weekend, but I feel a sudden urge to blog about Fadz.


Been a while since I've mentioned him in anything more than a passing comment, because really, who wants to read about mushy stuff?


But seeing how my brain has been addled from watching Boys Over Flowers in a single weekend, enduring eye strain, neck aches and general concussion, I should be forgiven for lapsing into the following goo-goo comments.


I tend to be swept up in grand, romantic notions whenever I chance upon certain literature (read: teeny, angsty, rubbishy, romantic nonsense).


And unfortunately for Fadz, I also tend to project my sudden notions of how a relationship should be onto OUR relationship.


After reading Twilight (yes, I succumbed to the horror that is Twilight mania), I was convinced that my true love should be a vampire, and kept harassing Fadz to bite me, bite me!


And after watching Boys Over Flowers, with its ridiculous story plots and even more laughable lines (see me acting tough and coldly ridiculing the drama here, when in reality I was really sobbing my heart out during certain episodes), I started demanding that Fadz be more, well, ROMANTIC.


Or at least romantic in a K-drama fashion.


And when I thought Fadz would ignore me in typical fashion and let me gradually get over my hysterical fits, he once again surprises me with his reactions.


Incident One:
I was watching the show on my laptop, determined to finish yet another episode. Fadz walks in and turns on my tv. I yell at him that I can't hear my show over the tv. Instead of rightfully giving me the "have you gone nuts, woman?" look, he takes out his earphones, plugs them into the tv, cuts out the sound, and continues watching the tv, with nary a complain. I am such a brat. :)


Incident Two:
I'm normally an SPG (read: totally into ang moh dudes). But ever so often, a new Asian teen idol pops up and I completely go into pieces. With BBF, it's even better, two for the price of one!


I was madly drooling over Lee Min Ho and Kim Hyun Joong, undecided over who I loved more.


So I showed Fadz both their pictures, and asked who I should be in love with.



The hot, hot, hot, arrogant punk....


OR....



The sweet, sensitive, prince in white.


Fadz looked over their photos and pondered in all seriousness.


He finally said, "Pick Lee. He looks more like a man who can handle you."


Awwwwww!! My heart melted that he even entertained my craziness.


Incident Three:

I said I was quite into the Yun Ji Hoo character cos he's so sensitive, and plays many musical instruments like piano, guitar and violin. And chicks really dig guys who do music.


Fadz considered that for a moment, then said "I play Guitar Hero. Does that count?"


Incident Four:

And this is really my favourite.


One of the more absurd lines in BBF is when Jun-Pyo gives Jan-Di a pendant of a hollow star with a circle in its centre. And yet, I couldn't stop grinning like a fool and doing a small scream, "I also want!"


Jun-Pyo tells Jan-Di the significance of the pendant - "The moon named Jan-Di cannot escape from the star named Jun-Pyo".


After explaining to Fadz that sequence, I asked Fadz why doesn't he say such things to me. *pout*

And instead of appreciating its sweetness (ha!), Fadz says the dude sounds crazy possessive.


Of course that rankled me and I yelled that Fadz could learn a thing or two about being more possessive, and what's wrong with a little possessiveness.


At this point, a glint entered Fadz's eyes, and unexpectedly, he engulfed me in a bone-crushing, air-expelling, bear hug and says that he shall henceforth be possessive then, and not let me go.


And for some inexplicable reason, I found that so funny (of course, and madly sweet), that I collapse into a fit of laughter.


Sigh. I really do wonder who else can stand my brand of craziness. And instead of matching my insane demands with over-the-top declarations or spouting romantic sweet nothings, Fadz once again charms me with his brand of dry humour and patience.

And yes, further insight into the mad complexity that is the Fadz-Jo relationship. At times, we seem strangely abusive to one another. And yet in my mind, it makes total sense.