Just located a photo of Ryan when he was a couple months old…
Just located a photo of Ryan when he was a couple months old…
I was browsing through a couple’s wedding photos that they posted on-line, and was telling Erna that out of the 60+ photos, I only liked one. One single photo out of so many, and that was only because that particular photo did not reek of fake-ness.
Which led me to thinking about the common sense ( or lack thereof ) and economics of weddings. Which after so many years of seeing family members, distant relatives and friends getting married, still does not make much sense to me. Growing up, I don’t recall planning my own wedding and walking down the aisle like some girls and guys do. The past couple of years, I began to realise and accept that maybe I would never get married, and that’s really fine by me. Erm… try not to mistake ‘not wanting to get married’ with ‘not wanting a companion’ 😉
Don’t get me wrong — it’s nice to see couples in love so happily posing for their wedding photographs — the indoor and outdoor settings. I guess it’s a nice ( albeit expensive ) momento if you think of it that way. And regardless of my blog post, people will continue to have the photographs taken, be host for expensive ( subsidised later, if you are Chinese ) wedding dinners, et al. Go ahead if that makes you happy. You should be able to do what you want to do for your wedding on your wedding day 🙂
But it’s MY wedding, well… I planned my own funeral so I guess I’ll plan for my own wedding day here…
If there comes a day when someone wants me enough to marry me and vice versa, I don’t want the megabucks wedding photographs. Use your own digicams, after all everyone’s a camwhore these days and should own their own digital cameras/ mobile phones for this purpose. I’ll just get the photos from you guys later.
I guess there should be a simple Chinese tea ceremony, I’m Chinese after all, and I think it’s a sign of respect for my elders. No need to give me any heavy gold jewelry and stuff though, kthx. Signing the marriage contract is essential too; after all that’s the whole reason for getting married…
IF THERE WOULD BE A WEDDING LUNCH/ DINNER: No Chinese wedding dinner style. Most likely to be buffet, lots of laughter, silly bits and pranks, everyone eat and hang out for a bit then go home. Then we go clubbing after, or to a pub where there’s lots of alcohol yay!
IF THERE WOULDN’T BE A WEDDING LUNCH/ DINNER: I’ll just send an e-mail telling everyone that I got hitched, sekian.
Now, off to look for a groom…
Anyone who has been on-line since the late 90s can tell you that the Internet is not what it used to be. At least not in the Malaysian scene anyway. If we didn’t like someone on the Net, we’d thrash them out on the Net. If we disagreed with something on the Net, we’d reply back with fury and seemingly convictions informing the culprit of what we thought went wrong. Everything that happened on the Internet, stays on the Internet. Applicable to IRC, forums, websites and much later, blogs. This understanding worked, and it was a very good system because everyone could bloody well go on with their lives in the real world. Just ask a few of my close friends linked on my sidebar who have been on-line since the mid-90s and they would tell you the same. Me? Well 2007 is only my 10th year of using the Internet, so what do I know, right?
You would notice that I don’t really talk much about what’s happening to other bloggers and the blogosphere in general these days. What is there to talk about anywhere? My enthusiasm for the growth of the local blogosphere is unfortunately waning, so I just concentrate on my own blog and those that I still read frequently or from time to time. Too much have changed into the direction that I personally do not like, but c’est la vie. Maybe it’s gone good for some, worse for others, same to the rest of them. Not to say that I do not keep up with what’s happening in the blogosphere, but it is hard to keep up especially when real life beckons. I do keep myself updated from time to time, just that I do not talk about it on my blog.
Gone are the days when you can talk about anything and everything under the sky on the Internet, and get away with it. Not that this is a bad thing — some people do need to keep their traps shut. But I am not the authority to tell them that, so I keep quiet lor. The age old wisdom of mind over matter ( I don’t mind, you don’t matter ) applies. It is only inevitable after all — Internet access is becoming increasingly affordable, people are making their marks on-line their own ways, fine by me. Perhaps I was just thinking of the old days when people who knew how to use the Internet were more savvy people, and come with their own sets of intelligence and humour that I appreciated. Those days too are (almost) gone, and that makes me more thankful to be hanging out with people who continue to retain the same mindsets.
Also gone are the altruistic days of campaigning for the rights of the trodden, without being tarnished (?) by any political parties or agendas. Blogs written and maintained not for the sole reason of making money? Earth calling Suanie. Unscrupulous people making use of blogs and bloggers for their own selfish means? A dime a dozen, take your pick. People who don’t understand the nature of the Internet actually using it? People who don’t understand the nature of the Intenet lodging police reports against the people who don’t understand the nature of the Internet who are using it? These, my fellow friends and bloggers, are the days of our lives.
I am not in full support of RPK and his site’s commentors. Frankly speaking, I think a lot of stuff there are crap. But they are not without their merit. When you reside in a country that has severe lack of press freedom (I said lack of, not totally without) and people cower in the face of authority (never mind that we are the ones who supposedly voted them in), the disgruntled are bound to find other means and avenues to deposit their thoughts and what-not, never mind if they have a cause to be disgruntled with in the first place. When this happens, how then? I would personally recommend that those in authority (or those who lodge the police report) state their rebuttals where it all begins — on the Internet. I would like to believe that people are born stupid, but along the way to adulthood, they manage to gain intelligence and the ability to judge for themselves who is right or wrong, or whether they should care less in the first place. Freedom to choose after being presented with both sides of the story, no?
But that’s me. Hi, I am Suanie.
If the photo is linked, it will take you to the 800×600 version on my Flickr.
A couple more photos taken at Wave Rock. This was my laptop wallpaper for a couple of days…
This road reminded me of the forest in LOTR. Sort of.
Me returning from one of the many wineries along Swan Valley, yay!
Was at Subiaco, looked up and saw this.. I just like it 🙂
Perth city at night from King’s Park.
I like this one… grandpa with his grandkids at Queen’s Garden.
Black swans at Queen’s Garden… they looked mean 🙁
Buckie at Mends Jetty.
Looked up and took this along Mends Street… also my current laptop wallpaper.
Perth city from Mends Jetty.
Okay, I am a Malaysian right? A Chinese to boot. Having lived in Malaysia all my life, it goes without saying that I grew up in a link house with a squatting toilet that has a water tap equipped with a hose for easy water access. Water + toilet paper = clean and fulfilling. I don’t really need to spell things out right?
It took me some time to get used to a sit-down toilet. But I eventually did, because beggars can’t be choosers. Thankfully most of the sit-down toilets I’ve been to comes with a water tap, so that part was great. Awesome. Wonderful. Think cleanER.
So it really bugs me when I have to use a toilet that does not come with water taps within easy reach. This annoys the SHIT out of me ( pun intended ) and I usually wait and hold it until I could get to a toilet that has access to tap water that I could use. This is the reason why public toilets in Singapore are much cleaner than public toilets in Malaysia, BUT I DON’T CARE OMG I WANT MY WATER TAP!!!!
I can deal with the cubicle not having paper. It doesn’t matter because I can use my own tissue paper. But I can’t bring my own gallon of water everywhere I go!!
I wonder how you guys and girls deal with it …
So I had to be in Perth, here are some photos.
Met up with Dabs, my most faithful blog reader and commentator 😉
Had dinner with my auntie, my cousins Eva and Yvonne, and Eva’s fiance.
Went traipsing around Perth with Val. Here’s us at Swan Bells.
The Road To Nowhere… Actually it reaches Wave Rock in Hyden.. 200++ km after this spot anyway.
Me at Wave Rock. Yay million year rocks!
Perth is friggin’ cold. I am a wuss.
I have a stuffed toy rat named Wally. It was birthed in the factories of IKEA, I have had it since 2005 and I love it.
The morning after I came back from Singapore, I was waiting to take Ryan the nephew to play school. I spotted my rat in the living room, and took it upstairs. It’s mine, isn’t it?
Well, not according to the nephew! He saw me take Wally and WAILED. Apparently when I was away, the rat morphed to become his property. “Babyshu”, he claimed. Which means, baby’s ‘lau shu’, Chinese for rat.
I chatted with my sister and she told me that Ryan was lugging the rat around. “He loves it,” she said.
So yesterday I was minding Ryan for a bit, and I convinced him to return the rat to me. It was easy, actually — just force him to choose between cartoons or rat, milk or rat, going out or rat.
This morning while chatting with my sister:
Me: Hehehe I got my rat back!
Sis: Oh no wonder when I asked him where was the rat, he looked so sad.
Heheh. I don’t need the rat. It’s just funny to rile the kid up.