Cleaning Act: Of Hairy Plotter and New Year Solution

Starting from Christmas until the second last day of 2008, i am taking over Thais' shifts as she will be busy having fun in Turkey before meeting me in Athens to take a freakishly small plane to celebrate our New Year in Mykonos. Yes, the Malayzy Juya is cleaning house. There is God, i guess.

So far, I think I have done quite well. Striked a deal with Scott (Thais' house cleaning partner) that I will do almost all the cleaning, toilets included, leaving him with taking the trash out and bringing the dirty sheets down, if he will do my half of waiting at the desk for guests until the wee hours of the morning. As I have been trained by the best (scary seniors) in cleaning house every sunday for 5 years while in TKC (boarding school), the cleaning of the whole 2 apartment units takes me less than 2 hours. pretty good deal, huh, considering our shifts are 10-hour-a-day shift?

As a compulsive bed-maker, I love my time out making sure the beds are looking sharp. If I get bored waiting, i will take out a sheet and make the beds one by one, the unmade beds rationed like coveted pleasure not to be touched by Scott. He loves it that I love making beds so much!

Toilets though are another matter all together. I mean, can someone tell me how can a shower gets clogged by hair so quickly? And especially when room 24 has only 3 male guests, all with short hair. And what's with these hair? Do we actually need them? A human being lose 40-100 hair a day, that's a lot of protein going to waste, think about all the wasted consumed soy tempe, salisbury steaks and canned tuna. Evolution-wise, humans have so much hair to keep the pre-historic humans warm - that's why white men are so hairy and brown people are brown. We have now the ability to manipulate hair of other species into clothings for our species and synthetically manufacture warm textiles, do we need all these follicle-born keratinous filaments sapping the protein out of our skin? I beg of you to seriously consider these possibilities - thin haired women will no longer harbour envious feelings towards their big-haired-sister, excessive haircare products will cease to annoy us in elevators and and male pattern baldness will dissapear from psychology text books as a cause of self-esteem issue in men over 35.

I therefore move to vote for genetically modified hairless babies starting new year 2009. Trust me, their mothers/cleaners and subsequently wives/cleaners who will clean their toilets will thank you for it.

Happy New Year everyone!

Love:J

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Sushi of my heart

three months of no sushi - a shocking thing for a hantu sushi who gets her fix every week if not every other day! - i decided to ask sylvia if she would like to get some and help me break the long puasa. a fellow hantu, we decided on 'daruma sushi' on via cavour. walked from the hostel, we wolfed down 2 set plates of mainly salmon and japanese rice in record time. the selection was really bad but i got what i really wanted, so, i am still a fan.

needless to say, it felt like heaven when the orange gold melted on my tongue!

i love sushi so much i want to marry sushi. yes, we are going to live and travel the world together forever and have lots of green tea ice cream babies! sushi, i am forever yours!

ok, perhaps that is a little too much :) what can i say, three months is a long time. maybe i just miss it a little too much :))

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Post-Examination Exploration: Greece

The examination looms ever so nearer, putting a damper on my excitement. New Year in Athens, who would have ever thought? i have always wanted to go to greece, mamma mia and sisterhood of the travelling pants just make me more excited. of course this being winter, i understand it will not be as beautiful.

but i still can hardly wait!

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Why the Change of Address?

Euthanasia.

A boy once teased a group of girls about the honor of putting to death a barely living frog that has been run over by a car. the boy was teasing the girls because the girls came from this school whose abrevation reads KaTaK (BM for frog). you know how that goes, boys always tease girls they (secretly) like. ever since that day, i have always been just a little bit facinated by the concept of mercy killing.

In view of the concept, i am just putting to death a connection so some people wont get updated, as requested. i am taking this decision out of their hands and executing this for their benefits because some people doesnt seem to be able to move on and focus on own lives, instead, hell-bent to use everyone as an excuse for why their lives are imperfect.

and, of course, because i can.

i hope some people are happier now and that they would now be able to focus on what is wrong with their own lives instead of some imaginary obligation i have towards them.


(*def*Euthanasia: the intentional killing by act or omission of a dependent human being for his or her alleged benefit.)

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There is such thing as a free lunch!

Sometimes I get scared at how often my wishes are granted. Yes, I almost always get what i want. And I am scared.

Mostly I am scared that I am using up all my good lucks on bad wishes and that one day i will not get the one wish that is really good, partly I am scared that what I wish for may not be the best thing for me. And also I am scared that maybe I am special - oh, the pressure of obligation and expectation!

After a day of training at cleaning house in Gulliver's House, which is where I was supposed to start work last week, I was told that a girl who used to work there who left for Barcelona is back and they are giving her the job. I have no job. In normal situation, this news could be devastating to a job seeker. But as you know, my main cause of living in this hostel is to escape the dump. The money, although definitely attractive, is not the issue and I can do without the additonal time-sucking component of my daily life. They are still looking to fit me somewhere, but it will not be anytime this month.

So here I am, living in a hostel free of charge, helping Thais here and there when she is too tired and earning pocket money. And it was not even my fault! Perfetto!

Hmmm...It's just scary how perfectly things fall into place.

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i have yet to master the art of saying goodbye

Hadi went home today. sent him off to termini, we hugged and i cried on the platform as he left on the train to fiumicino. we were in each other's constant company for not more than 10 days and already i am suffering pangs of withdrawal symptoms.

today, i am wont to agree that you never get over your first love. you move on, fall in love, live your life, but at the back of your mind, he is always there. especially if he is as amazing a man/friend as Hadi.

Juya of hard heart and uncompromising principles, save me.

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I am done "romancing rome"

Let me be honest with you, I have almost give up on Italy and Italians, and i think i have not been too secretive or diplomatic about it. I have to say that am dissappointed by what I found in Rome, and I am not the only one. A friend found himself wanting to shove little old ladies dragging grocery shopping roller-bags aside on his way to class, and he was shocked that he has turned so uncaring and rude. Osmosis, we think.

However, last weekend's little trip to northern Italy has changed my mind. I went to Milan, Verona and Venice and realised that perhaps I was too harsh to scrunch my nose when i speak of them. Italians aren't that bad. In fact, I think i fell in love with some of them - met some really interesting ones while on the road, people who could make you love who they are in just 10 minutes.

my bad for judging them too soon. i dont have to love them, but perhaps if i can keep my mind open, it wouldnt be too bad. after all, it is a big country.

You know how we become the worst version of ourselves when we are tired? I am just saying, maybe the Romans are just tired. Maybe when we lose out identity imitating others in the name of being modern and cool, we just became a shell of our former selves without the glory of our former selves.

so, now, i am just going to navigate this year, cobbled streets and beyond! See ya around!

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While i was being a bad girl

Hadi had a course up in Milano and i took a few days off to join him. Told Thais that i am doing all the 'must-have-a-date' destinations with Hadi so i dont have to worry about who to go with later. She on the other hand has a February deadline to find a 'potential partner' for her Venezia Carnavale-cum-Birthday trip. Sure, Hadi and I arent a couple, but hey, details...details...:))

We decided against Como and Hadi was a little too sick for the mountains, so we did Milano to recce for future shopping trips, Verona to visit Juliet and Venice to get lost. So, here's a photo each. The rest will be uploaded on my facebook, IF and ONLY IF i did not do too badly in the development econ exam :))

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