What happens when a tomboy grows up?

Contrary to popular belief, noo.. she does not turn into a lesbian. At least not all do.

I would never have described myself as a tomboy, but since most (if not ALL of my high-school chums) have taken to remembering me as one, I guess I'll have to concede and say 'yeah'. I was a bit of a tomboy.

I don't know how I became one.. maybe it was the fact that I grew up with two rambunctious brothers and a large troupe of male cousins. Maybe not.
Perhaps it was my natural aversion against all things I considered "feminine & girly" [Like Barbies, pink satin ribbons, makeup and lace hankies...eechh!]
Possibly it was just my tendency to prefer climbing trees, racing bikes, jumping, sliding - all things which girls are just NOT supposed to do.
[Nice girls always keeps their legs together... Quite a feat when you're trying to beat the record for the longest jump at the sandpit...]


Yup, that's me... T-shirt & Jeans kinda girl. My mom gave up trying to dress me in lacey, satin frocks...


Whatever it was - I found myself hailed as a bona fide tomboy by the time I reached the dreaded teenage years. While the girls were pining and yearning for the 'boys from Victoria Institution' or the attention of the 'drum major of the St.Johns Institution' - I found myself competing with the same guys in sports and drama competitions. It didn't help that these boys treated me just like 'one of the guys'. Which thus rendered me as the 'designated lurrve intermediary'.
Not that I minded, as my parents were very much clear on their stand against'teenage puppy love'. Furthermore, at the time, I had also still been quite flabbergasted at the fact that my friends found those stinky-nose-picking guys attractive.

So I sailed through hormone-ridden high school without heart-break. And I think I heard my parents breathe a blissful sigh of relief.

Then I started life in university.

For the 1st time in my life, I had to share classes with boys - oops, sorry, I mean men. And it was wayyy more competitive in the academic arena that it was in the sports arena during high-school. For once, I saw boys as not just stinky-nose-picking guys who should be defeated & humiliated (yes, I was a sadistic little girl) but as charming young men with brilliant minds..

And I fell for the charms of the most brilliant one of them all :)

So to cut a long story short, the short-haired, tree-climbing, high-jumping tomboy embarked on an ooey-gooey romance with a young man who turned her into a bona fide young lady.

And once again, I hear my parents breathe a blissful sigh of relief...

Rosy Hues

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Wan Syahrul Amry Wan Mansor & Mediha Mahmood

1st May 2004, Saturday.

I got engaged to my best friend and sweetheart.
We've known each other for more than 7 years, having met when we first entered university.

We went through so much crap.

Parental wariness due to our different backgrounds.
Fatalistic prophets-of-doom (read:friends) who thought that our personalities clashed so much that our relationship would last a mere two days and end in heartbreak.
(Funnily enough, they seemed to await this 'end' in gleeful anticipation. Needless to say, we're friends no more - thank God.)
A year of enduring an excruciating long-distance relationship.
Green-eyed monster disease etc etc.

And thankfully, we survived it all :)

Parents now give their sincere & happy blessings, the friends we have are supportive and just plain wonderful, our bond is stronger than ever and the green-eyed monster is a much tamer beast these days - easily pacified.

So anyway yeah, 'rosy hues' was the theme for the engagement day.
It was a lovely evening, went smoothly without a hitch (except that I nearly died in that corset - what sadicious fiend invented the darn thing?!)

Now we're all looking forward to the 'Big Day', hopefully in June 2005.

And May Our Future Always Be Rosy....

Sundays

It's another beautiful Sunday..
Sundays are all beautiful. No matter if it's so hot there are mirages on the road, or it's wet & thundery - Sundays are gorrrgeous. I can just laze the day away and NO ONE can say anything about it! No tormentors dressed in suits (read: bosses), no fussy-whiny-finicky babies to pacify (read: clients) and no teetering piles of files to deal with. The bliss of it all..

During school days, Sundays were never this good. There'll always be sleep-inducing homework to finish off and tuitions to go to. And my father (a very wise man, by the way) gleefuly dubbed Sunday.... 'MATHS DAY'.

Thus the whole day would be spent doing fractions, understanding algebra, completing 100 sums under 1 hour... You know, fun stuff like that.....


*sigh*

There's no real purpose or reason to this little blog of mine today.
I'm just relishing the fact that I've spent half the day curled up under the covers, with a fluffy pillow under my head while reading a good book. I've eaten like a total glutton and can actually lay back on the couch watching television without worrying about how my digestive system is going to affect me for the rest of the day. The telephone can ring and I don't cringe in trepidation of work-related conversations.

Ahhh.... Sundays. Wish the whole year was filled with 'em.

My First Time...

Noo... this is NOT the kinda 'first time' that would make one flush or blush.
I'm talking about my first attempt at 'blogging'.

To be perfectly honest - The first time I heard the word 'blog', it reminded me of aliens. Don't ask me why.. I don't know. I'm not even a sci-fi fan! Really odd.

Anyway, as I enjoy putting my thoughts on paper, I thought that hey! Why not put in on a website soo... here I am.

Lets just hope this doesn't end up as one of my 'abandoned projects'...
[Like re-decorating my room, learning martial arts, 'appreciating' Shakespeare...]