Beyond I Love You

Guess what, people around me seem to love hearing/reading/gossiping (I’m not so famous though) about my non-existent (maybe) relationship. rolls on the floor laughing (rotfl). This is because, whenever I post stuff relationship themed it definitely gets a way moreeeeee hits than the other posts! Like that’s so unfair, how would my other normal posts feel (if they were humans)?

FYI, I utter the phrase ‘I Love You’ almost thousands of times a week (I’m so lazy to count). Before you start making assumptions, I actually say that almost every night to Mrs. Home Minister (Mr. Prime Minister is too cool for that) which makes it one of the frequently uttered sentences in a week. But here’s a phrase which would go beyond the number of times I’ve said I Love You **drumroll**        **mankathabgm**

Aiyoo, I’m so tired la.

Surprise! See what I did there. You might have thought that an ‘I love you’ is always followed by ‘I miss you’  but as for me:

I    A M    T I R E D.   A L W A Y S.

And guess what?! The whole world (I mean aunties in church) has told me that I look tired. They’ve said it to me like zillion times (I swear  promise – mumzie said cannot swear swear all)! I used to look like a marshmallow – round, tiny and adorable (I assume + people G said so) but here’s how I am right now:

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I don’t look like an extreme mess, but you get the point – I’m tired.

I guess it’s because I’ve got lots of stuff up in my cauliflower (I mean my head) which I’ve got to settle and I’m constantly looking at my phone, my planner, my phone. Well, that’s because I don’t want to miss a thing and cause chaos.

I haven’t caused ‘chaos’ so far but here’s something similar which I did. (and I felt, feel and will continuing feeling bad):

Recently, I didn’t put Lin’s birthday on my calendar, thinking that I’d remember the date properly. All I did was, call her 2 days in advance at 12am (sharp) and yell ‘Happy Birthday’ in my high pitched voice. I. was. so. dumb. How did I forget the date! Obviously, she was chuckling away at my misery. I’ve been seeing and wishing Lin every year for the past 7 years in school and then this year I do something so so so silly. Don’t worry she’s still super duper close friends with me. But I think that’s just because I know lots about her and I can blackmail her incase she ‘unfriends’ me.

I’ve had lots of memories with her back in high school and she’s definitely one person I can always talk to despite being away (and busy) for long! I miss the dumb stuff we did in school. She was my private investigator, poem partner (she writes all the sad poems & stories), annoying deskmate (idk how I could bear with her for 5 years) and my radio karat (she sings with her considerably bad + okay nightingale – like voice [had to change, or she’ll be mad]).

I had to look through a bunch of old photos on my laptop to get this photo of us 5 years ago:

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15 year old Naina, Lindevi and myself.

I hope you rock a saree on my wedding day (front row seats if you do!).

Honestly, I’ve got loads of memories with many of my friends back from school, so much that I can write a book. I should probably start a segment/category called “Messy Monday Memories”. The last I saw my bunch of high school friends was 2 years back (I guess). Idk where they are right now, but incase y’all are reading this – I MISS YOU COCONUTS.

On another note, I’m just hoping that this “tiredness” of mine doesn’t continue. I definitely don’t want to forget any other important dates.

Attn: Mrs. Home Minister, would you please not give me free lectures that I’m always hanging on my phone? See the extent of damage I suffer when I try living without it!

(P.s. despite the title, this post wasn’t about my relationship. hahaha. **evil laugh**)

#JK #samosaforlife #foodrules

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Meet Mr Fiancé

It has been quite some time, precisely 1 year+ ever since I got into a relationship, few months ever since I got engaged and I think it’s time you meet Mr. Fiancé. Previously, I’ve mentioned about visiting us at our humble abode here, but I’m assuming many of you are still confused on where we live and on how the heck he looks. So here’s a picture of him (cue: awwww. I’m so sweet). *drumroll*

Tadaa. Lo and behold, my future in red. He’s so sweet, caring, loving, torturing, stressful and so much more that ‘his’ parents decided to name him – ACCA, Think Ahead.

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He has been playing such a biggggg (I cannot emphasise more) role in my life, so much that I’m wondering who, when and how am I supposed to get married (to a real human, of course). Mr. Fiancé has been the main reason I stopped eating lots of samosa’s and spending lesser time with my family, best friend, friends and everyone else under the sun.

Last week, I had a meeting (I mean Mock Exams) with Mr. Fiancé. Gosh, I was in such a mess, skipping all my other work, running helter skelter to find for my sweater and stationeries. I remember during one of our meetings where I was supposed to take notes (a.k.a writing down answers on the exam paper), I was freaking distracted because of the stuff that were running in my mind and I was using liquid paper (read: correction tape) more than I used my pen! But honestly, I extend my deepest sympathies to the person who’s going to mark my F9 paper though (I’m sorry teacher, incase you’re reading this).

Life is tough with him but nevertheless I said, YES – to love and to cherish every complicated IAS, to honour every single IFRS, to be on time for every 8am class even if it means missing breakfast and wearing jogging pants (I don’t jog, I bought that pants for fun and now I use it to class), to respect all the F-level and P-level papers, to worship all the audit firms for 3 years till I become certified Chartered Accountant and then to follow all the preset rules by the aunties’ of my society to get married fast etc etc… (Sorry the person you’re trying to contact is self-willed, please try again later for an illechevai.

That’s how ‘exciting’ my life has been people 😛 But hey, I’m still happy with all the zillions of stuff which have been happening too.

To whomever who has been waiting when the world would I post something true about my relationship(s), I suggest you keep waiting till Jesus comes. Amen. Blessed Easter (I’m so good at changing topics, Hallelujah!).

xoxo till the next time I rant write,

SSpice.

[ps: illechevai – I’m still finding how to explain it in english]

Celebrating Valentine’s

What if Valentine’s Day was a marketing technique to finish of all the leftover chocolates by selling them at a higher price? This Valentine’s learn from me 😛

#JK ❤ #ACCAlookwhatyouvedone

Incase you are reading this post on the 13th /14th February, there are high chances that either you’re single, a rational human being (here’s a medal), or plainly an accountant/auditor to-be. Anyway, here’s what you’ve saved yourself from –

1. buying a handful of overpriced chocolates,

2. rushing out of the house at 4pm to reach that fancy dinner place or else you’ll be stuck in the jam (jam as in traffic jam, not in a bottle of blueberry jam!),

3. praying that the petals in the bouquet of flowers stay in-tact till it reaches whoever it’s supposed to

4. trying to smell good by emptying 1/2 of your bottle of perfume (you’d smell so good -no need to mandi for the next whole week)

5. pulling off the whole romantic look, ensuring you don’t look like a vampire with that mascara thingy.

6. trying make everything “on-point” and “lit”, as if the world is gonna end tomorrow night and you’ll never have another day to celebrate with your significant half.

The list goes on and on, but wait – when was the last people (and by saying people, I mean you) realised that they should be celebrating their loved ones everyday? You think they exist on the day before Valentine’s day then pooff, gone in a puff of smoke?

Beside’s, I got to my senses and realised that Valentine’s day usually means siding/supporting/pampering/ spoiling women (which is goooood!). However, the last time I checked, men were a part of the human race too!

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#BoyfriendGoalsBox. Such a pretty flat lay and the stuff cost RM 300. pc: RADKL

The above picture is obviously for girls, but why don’t I see similar stuff for guys – talk about equality here.

Here’s what I found (nothing indecent since I did my own research/assumption) for the ultimate #GirlfriendGoalsBox:

1.  The last time I got lectured regarding some comic-thingy, there was something called DC Comics and Marvel. If your fella likes gaming and Marvel (don’t buy this if he is a DC Comics fan, he’ll just run away – I guess) you can get this from Amazon, it’s approximately RM 570. Besides loving you and your life, he will love this mouse next. mouse-vdayHere’s a tip – make sure you use your own money, credit card or what ever which keeps you safe so that you don’t have to face the Supreme Judge & lawyers (a.k.a your parents) in court (the living room at home). They might give you serupaddi if they find out you bought a mouse for a freaking RM 570 (the things we do to show our love).

2. Buy him stuff he’s always wanted even though sometimes you might not like it. For example, the keyboard below – I would put this in a tadika computer lab to encourage kids to be IT savvy because it looks so colourful. You’d never know how life-changing/life-enhancing it can be for him. (hahahahaha, I’m tryna imagine myself buying this)keyboard

3. Cook something out of love since everybody loves food! Even if it turns out crappy he’ll be happy to try it and then maybe you guys can order McD/PizzaHut/any other food which tastes like food.


After all these years, I don’t really see why people are gung-ho celebrating each other for a day and not really for the rest of their lives. Like hello, what’s the point of celebrating only for February 14th? They sell chocolates/roses/mouses/keyboards/clothes/insert anything you feel like getting – for the rest of the year too, get them occasionally to surprise him or her.

Don’t get me wrong, you can buy roses, flowers, a flower pot, or even the entire Cameron Highlands and Holland (their tulips are so beautiful) for Valentine’s. But I’m 101% sure your efforts are going to be of waste if you don’t have something priceless to offer in your relationship.

Here is something money can’t buy, not only this Valentine’s but all through out your life – Honesty, Sincerity and True Love.

(runs to get the Samosa)

If not for those, you might end up buying dozens of roses, boxes of chocolates or cooking for a different person each year (so not fun and it takes a lot of tissues).


Therefore, this Valentine’s,take my tip (you can thank me later)…

  • Stop creating constructive obligations for the following years. Mind your own business (MYOB) and celebrate love all year round, except today!
  • If Mr/Ms. Best Half offers you that Marvel Mouse thingy/ the pretty look box with 6 tiny macaroons and other stuff, tell them :-

“As per the ACCA code of Ethics and Conduct the presents are not of modest value and might impair your judgement when future misunderstandings occur. Politely decline the gifts offered(even though you badly want them).”

Pheww… I just revised a teeny weeny bit of IAS 37 and Professional Ethics (Audit).

 

Don’t Send Me Music Videos

For me, love should either be in the form of buying me ice-cream (a tub would do), high heels (I dare you to show up with kitten heels) or simply just not sending me music videos.

Music videos usually don’t have lyrics (like obviously, you’re supposed to know) and that’s my problem. If you’re sending me the music video because of the pictures/scenery/how handsome the fella is then okay, but if you think that I’m going to listen to the lyrics/words behind it, you are so wrong – I never will!
I guess someone might have understood that.

There goes one of my favourite songs. I could have easily put the music video but no, I’m having it my way!

xoxo,

S&Spice

#fab14th