February 14, 2009
The Hsin & Mitty Story (the lazy edition)
Depicted through a series of random, not-necessarily-sequential photos that I picked up from my collection.
Admittedly it’s because I found a fun image-editing software, and wanted to recreate the pictures I saw in Jamie Oliver’s new book.
But picking a subject was the tricky bit, since the whole initial idea was to work on food piccies.
Yet, in spirit of Valentine’s, I figured hey might as well throw in another semi-emo, ‘I think it’s quite sweet’ entry.
(Also because we’re too poor to celebrate VDay this year.)
(And after having overcome my so-called curse last year, I really don’t mind too much this time around.)
(Bearing in mind of course that we can do a belated celeb, right?)
(But thank you for the lovely present; it was really thoughtful of you even though I accidentally found out what it was two months ago. )
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Labbu labbu always, or at least for the next 99 years. 
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And a warm, cozy, sloppy-kissed Valentine’s Day to all of you! ♥♥
February 11, 2009
Hsin rhymes with Fin.
14 years we’ve known each other, woman.
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14 years we’ve subjected ourselves and everyone else around us to tasteless jokes in BM and hokkien.
Of being childhood best friends, long distance best friends, and even hiatus-for-6-months best friends.
14 years of silly crushes, heartbreaks and bastard ex-boyfriends.
14 years of waiting and hey we finally found our good men!
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14 years of living 5 minutes away from each other.
To 10 minutes (because they closed up the main roads and we have to do the stupid U-turn), and then at opposite ends of the world.
14 years of gladly chaffeuring you around because a) I had my own car then, and b) I was scared of your driving back then – and, based on some of the more recent stories, I probably still should be. (- -”)
14 years of thanking heaven and God (Buddha, that is) that we grew out of our Days of the Uglies.
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14 years of Audrey Ooi Moments that usually entails some sort of shameful incident in public.
14 years of having you put me in near-death-situations when you navigate me through KL traffic.
14 years of knowing that the other person is always just a phone call slash text message away.
Even just to listen and not necessarily having anything to say.
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14 years of unconditional love and mutual understanding.
14 years of explaining jokes to you after everyone’s finished laughing.
14 years of looking out for each other and standing up for one another.
14 years of watching each other grow up to be who we are, and where we are in this world.
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14 years of celebrating each other’s birthdays.
Not necessarily together, especially since you went away 
Although you’ve came back, I’m still stuck in this God-forsaken city,
Here’s to sending my love and wishing you well, my dear Oderee.
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Love,
Hsin-Ee Tan
November 12, 2008
chopsticks spawned
Hello.
My little mp3 rotation fetish now has a humble abode of its own.
Do show them some love, for they will show you love in return.
<tap your heels together, Dorothy>
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Mucho thankiew Jill-chan I lovelove you!
*does a swing-around hug*
October 30, 2008
“She ran outside and fainted on the grass.”
Having just recovered from a serious bout of hysterical laughters with Aud, I’m now browsing through old emails from people who may or may no longer be part of my life – and feeling all sentimental.
We laughed about this (not this person specifically).
I was also reading through my old diary, the most recent one I owned, which dated back to 2 years ago. I’ve since given up on diary-writing because I’ve gone so lazy… and really, I couldn’t even keep up with a blog, let alone hand-write my thoughts and emotions onto paper. =.=
But going through all those older entries made me realized how much I’ve changed as a person, something you don’t ordinarily stop to think about, I supposed.
This particular volume accounted for my life stories (mostly in the crushes/boys department) from my first year in college, up till the aftermath of my break up with my ex. It held detailed stories about each and every crushes I had (which seemed to be a lot, within the span of just 2 years =.=), each and every guy I suspected had a crush on me (which, again, seemed to be a lot; admittedly it’s painful reading about how perasan I was back then haih).
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Then for the second half of the diary, the entries were almost exclusively revolving around my relationship with my ex. How we met, how we got together, how we were happy for a while, and the eventual downfall and break up.
And then there was post-breakup. -.-
My last entry in this diary, dated 11 Dec 2006, read like this:
Haih, I hate rainy nights which I can’t fall asleep to.
And I am lonely beyond words.
No amount of partying, live concerts, food binges, shopping, movies, books, trips and rantings can make up for the distinct void in my soul. The one left gaping wide open in the wake of his departure from my life… the departure that destroyed me in more ways than I’ll like to admit.
(- -”) Try to overlook the melodrama and shameless emoness though. I had after all just gone through my first ever proper break-up. =.=
Funnily enough, after harbouring so much bitterness and regret about the relationship previously, I can read up on the whole episode again 2 years later, and feel little more than sheer sentimentality. Like simply revisiting a chapter from my past, and being able to just shrug it off as an “oh yeah, that crazy phase of my life”.
And it helps of course, that after having witnessed and personally gone through enough bad relationships and good-relationships-that-eventually-turned-bad for as long as I can remember, I was still able to redeem whatever was left of my hopes for a functioning relationship.
Sure I had to bloody leave the country for it. But that aside, I can still say:
“It all started when he showed up on my doorstep.”
He did, really. Us being assigned the same flat and all. ^^
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And it’s been no turning back since. We’ve been together for almost 18 months now, but it feels like we’ve been together our whole lives. Maybe because I’ve never exceeded 9 months in any relationships; and the fact that we live together and therefore see each other every waking minute. -.-
As for the 21/22 years that we haven’t been, we’re currently catching up. And we’ll have plenty of time in the future to do so, won’t be sayang?
You’ve always asked why I never wrote about us in my blog – well here it is, my love. I never really saw the need to express my feelings for you on my blog as such, but since I’m feeling all sentimental right now while you’re snoring the daylights out of everyone in the house, I’m dedicating this entry to you (which you better read and love me for it in the morning).
I love you, sayang. Even though we may not necessarily be the most romantic of couples around, and our favourite together-gether activities run along the lines of grocery shopping and counting stocks, I still won’t give you up for anything or anyone else in the world.
♥ ♥
Maybe Jimmy, Justin or Danny – but that’s within the clause of our 100-year contract.
October 27, 2008
snapshots from king st
Or rather, parts of establishments on King St.
1) Exhibition at King St Art Centre
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2) Etro Bistro
49 King Street
French Mocha - essentially, mocha in a gargantuan cup they call a bowl (but which still has a handle and is therefore a cup). See how it's almost the size of my face.
Traditional pecan pie, served with a dollup of fresh cream.
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ETRO Bar and Bistro
49 King Street
Perth
(Phone) 08 9481 1148
(Web) www.etro.theguide.com.au/
