Happiness is...

finding your partner-in-crime

2010-05-20T19:50:00.004+09:00

Once upon a time, in a faraway land known as "Mie", a young lady was about to meet her Prince Charming. At a barbecue. After a few hiccups (she asked the Canadian prince what part of the States he was from, followed by sussing out his "preference" by asking him what team he jousted for), the two hit it off. He showed off his sense of humour (as he knew all women loved a man with one) by sharing a joke about ice-fishing and Canadian delicacies (read: moose dick) and as fate with have it, unbeknownst to prince, he had prepared what was the young lady's favourite food: potatoes.

Songs were sung by the fire and many a fine brews consumed. As the evening came to an end, the young lady knew she had to have more of those potatoes someday and was sad that she had to part with the prince.

"Perhaps you can come visit me in the grand city of Tokyo, my lady," said the prince. "Though my palace is a shoebox I would be honoured to put you up," he offered.

She was flattered and replied, "I will send word when I am free to visit." With that she jumped into her friend's car and went home to replay the conversations they had had together.

skip to the present

A lot of potatoes, laughter, tears and a voyage to the prince's native land later, our pair of not-so-star-crossed lovers are engaged to be married; left to live happily-ever-after.

The end.

On a more serious note, I'm totally freaking out about the engagement party coming up this Saturday. Forty-five guests to feed and entertain! I hope it turns out OK.

25 Facts About Maggie (日本語版)

2009-02-19T19:36:00.006+09:00

こちらは私についての２５個の面白い点です。変な日本語を使ってしまったら許してください。

初めて男から花をもらったのは今年のバレンタインデーだった。
ジャガイモが大好きです。残りの人生に毎日ポテトサラダしか食べられなくても満足です。
私が作ったポテトサラダを食べたことのない人は、本当のポテトサラダを食べたことがないということです。
小２か小３の頃、眼鏡をかけるのが楽しそうなぁっておもったので眼鏡をかけなければならなくなるために眼科に行く前にいつも自分の目を寄り目しました(I used to cross my eyes)。今は「blind as a bat」(「コウモリと同じ位盲目だ」、つまり、眼鏡かけないと全然見えないこと)。
結婚式でShania Twainの「From This Moment」という曲をかけたいです。
愛犬が亡くなったときに神様や天国の存在について考えたことがある。二十歳でした。
ダイヤモンドネックレスより心からのメッセージの書いてあるカードや手紙のほうが好きです。プレゼントをもらうことにあまり大切にしない。
しかし、プレゼントをあげるのが好きです。相手にぴったり合うものを選ぶことが得意です。
７番はいっても、７歳か８歳に親からスパゲティー缶詰のクリスマスプレゼントをもらったことを覚えています。そのときは少しがっかりでした。
小学校で生徒達が毎年ミュージカルを上演した。実は主役になりたかったが恥ずかしがり屋だったのでオーディション受けなかった。
注目を浴びるのがいやで("I hate being the centre of attention")、スピーチするのも嫌いです。
というわけで、なぜ学校の先生になったか全然分からないです。
彼氏のことを考えているときに、時々「The Sound of Music」のある曲を思い出す。（映画の終わりでキャプテンVon Trappとマリアがやっと告白した後の二人で歌う曲。）
たばこ吸うことはいやなくせだと思いながら、時々吸ってしまう。
インターネットデートサイトを使ったことがあります。やさしい、普通の人と出会えた。
白人ばかりの地域で育ったせいで、小学生のとき、自分も金髪の髪や青い目があればいいなぁと思っていました。そして、家以外の場所で広東語で話すことも恥ずかしかったです。
今はそれはバカな考えだと思います。そして、一つ以上の言語が喋られるのを誇りに思う。
１０キロを走るトレーニングをやっています。
大学生の時にある女の子にお熱を上げた。
高１の職場体験は動物院で働きました。無意識であったロットワイラー（凄くでかい犬）を私が寄りかかろうとした手術台から滑り落ちさせてしまいました。（手術台はシーソーのように上下の動きだった。）部屋には私しか誰も居なかったから頭が真っ白になっちゃって犬をまた手術台の上に運ぼうとしたら大失敗。
初めての恋人との連絡は今でも取っています。
スヌーピーのコミックが大好きです。Charles M. Schulz（創作者）のような漫画家になりたかったんです。彼が亡くなったときはとても悲しかった。
キャリアウーマンになりたかったです。高い給料をもらって、素敵な服を着たりかっこいい車を運転したりしたかったです。結婚や子供を産むことは嫌だった。だが、今は「主婦」という役割が何か良いなぁと思い始めました。
浮気して恋人を傷つける人を理解できません。
今のところは自分の人生の中に一番幸せな時期です。

25 Facts About Maggie

2009-02-19T19:13:00.004+09:00

Here twenty-five interesting things about me.

The first bunch of flowers that I have ever received from a boy was on Valentine's Day this year.
I love potatoes. If I could only eat one food for the rest of my life it would be potato salad.
You haven't eaten potato salad until you've tried mine.
When I was 7 or 8 I thought it'd be fun to wear glasses, so before going to the optometrist I'd always cross my eyes on purpose, hoping that it would make me need glasses. Now, I'm as blind as a bat and it sucks!
I want Shania Twain's "From This Moment" to be played at my wedding.
I once wondered about the existence of a God and heaven when my dog died. I was 20.
I prefer a card or letter with a heartfelt and sentimental message over a diamond necklace. I honestly don't place much importance on receiving presents.
I do, however, like giving them, and am very good at picking presents for people.
On saying number 7, I remember getting a can of spaghetti for Christmas from my parents. I was 7 or so and couldn't help but feel just a little disappointed.
In primary school, the students would put on an "operetta" (musical) every year. I secretly wanted a lead role, but was too shy to audition.
I hate being the centre of attention and am deathly afraid of public speaking.
This makes me wonder why I became a teacher.
When I think about my boyfriend sometimes that song from the Sound of Music come to mind. (The one at the end which Captain Von Trapp and Maria sing when they finally realise they love each other)
I think smoking is a disgusting habit, but sometimes just can't help myself.
I've tried internet dating and did meet nice normal people.
Having grown up in a predominantly white neighbourhood and being an Asian kid in primary school I used to wish I had blonde hair and blue eyes, and hated speaking Cantonese in public.
I now realise how stupid that was and am pretty proud that I can speak more than one language.
I'm currently training to run 10km.
I had a girl crush in university.
I did my year 10 work experience at a veterinary hospital, where I made an unconscious rottweiler slide off an operating table that I had leaned on (the table moved like a see-saw, which I didn't know). As there was no one in the room but me, I panicked and tried to drag the dog back onto the table, but failed miserably.
I still keep in touch with my first lover (as friends, of course).
I love Snoopy comics. Charles M. Schulz (the creator) made me want to be a cartoonist when I was a kid and I was so sad when he died.
I used to want to be a career woman - get paid a shitload, wear nice clothes and drive a nice car. The thought of being married and having kids did not appeal to me at all. Now the idea of being a housewife doesn't sound so bad to me.
I don't understand why or how people can hurt their partners by cheating on them.
I've never been happier with my life than I am now.

ps - I tag you Scott.

deli-style cold pasta salad

2008-12-18T16:23:00.003+09:00

DELI-STYLE COLD PASTA RECIPE (serves 2 very hungry people!)
Ingredients:

200g shell pasta
1 small eggplant, chopped
half a yellow capsicum, chopped
a few chunks of sun-dried tomatoes, chopped
a few leaves of fresh basil, chopped
Italian dressing
basil pesto
1/4 of a chicken breast

Method:

Cook the pasta al dente, drain and rinse in cold water.
Pan-fry the eggplant and capsicum until the eggplant is soft. Season with salt if you want. Set aside in a bowl.
Pan-fry the chicken. Season with garlic powder, salt and pepper if you want. Cut into small chunks.
In a small bowl, mix about 100 ml of Italian dressing with one and a half teaspoons of basil pesto.
Mix the pasta, dressing, and all the other ingredients together in a large bowl. Refrigerate and serve cold.

getting away from it all

2008-12-15T19:06:00.010+09:00

Last Saturday Lorne and I had a weekend getaway in Shimoda. Seeing as it was going to be the last weekend we'd have before going back to our respective countries for the Christmas holidays, we thought it'd be nice to go on a trip and relax. I guess it doubled as a celebration for my finishing the Japanese Test, and his getting through working a shitload for the last couple of months.

So we headed out on the Saturday morning and got to Shimoda around 11:30 a.m. The weather was absolutely beautiful and at points it got so warm that I was fine in a t-shirt. We wandered around along the water and happened upon a perfect spot for us to have the picnic lunch that we'd made the night before: potato salad (of course), chicken subs and cold cut meat subs, and a cold pasta salad we had never made before. So good.

After stuffing ourselves we decided to waddle it off with a five km walk to the pension we were going to stay at. A lot of it was up hill so by the time we got to Shirahama Beach, which was five minutes away from the pension, we were so tired that we couldn't be bothered taking any pictures, thinking we could do it tomorrow. Lesson one learned: Never put off till tomorrow what you can do today.

We woke up to find it pissing down with rain. No kodak moments for us at the beach, especially since we didn't have any umbrellas. So, we decided to go to a cafe that Lorne's friend had recommended, South Cafe. Didn't know where it was, but it was easy enough to get an address and map on the internet. Armed with this information, we headed back to the station (the owner of the pension was kind enough to give us a lift) and wandered around till 11 a.m.ish, when we decided that it was time to head to the cafe for what promised to be a amazing serving of onion rings and burgers.

Jump into a taxi. Taxi driver knows where to go (ooh lucky us! we think). 10 minutes in and we see the cafe on our left. Stop. Pay the driver. Get out of the taxi. Belly rumbling. Excitement building. Rain still coming down. Wait. Why is everything dark? Lesson two learned: Always call a restaurant beforehand to find out what time they open if you don't know. Or check on the internet at the same time you find the map and address.

Yes, it seems not much is open in Shimoda any earlier than midday on Sundays, except Moss Burger and McDonald's. We opted for the former.

All in all it was another fun trip even though there were incidents that will now be filed under "Blonde Moments". But, aren't those some of the best memories? The ones that you can laugh about even five years on.

ps. More photos will be added this week.

support

2008-12-01T20:04:00.009+09:00

So the reason I haven't written an entry in a month is that I have been pretty busy trying to cram every little thing I can before the Japanese Language Proficiency Test coming up this Sunday. And almost going crazy. I've now given up on trying to squeeze new things into my head and just concentrating on reviewing the grammar points and kanji and have practically given up on learning anymore vocab and idioms. The way I figure it is, in all three of the past exams that I've done I've gotten 80 percent or more right and the part that I'm screwing up is the vocab one, which, luckily for me, isn't worth that much. And most of the other mistakes I make are stupid ones (note to self: read the question carefully).

If (when?) I pass this test, I have someone to thank for it. No, it's not God. And it's not my mama. Nor is it all my fans out there. I'm saving that speech for when I win the Nobel prize in the bullshitting category.

Seriously, the person I would thank is my boyfriend, Lorne. Without his support and his pushing me to study, I probably would've procrastinated even more.

Example:

The conversation we had Sunday after waking up at noon. We had planned on waking up at 10 ish to get a nice productive day in - gym for both of us, laundry and Christmas shopping for him, and studying for me.

Lorne: What time is it?
Me: 12:15.
L: ...Shit.
Me: [hatching up a fun plan for the day] I know! How about this? Since it's already so late, let's just skip the gym and I'll come shopping with you. [grin]
L: [horrified look on his face] Absolutely not, babe!
Me: [thinking: hey, I know I'm a pain to go shopping with, but ouch!] You just rained on my parade...
L: Sorry hon, but you've gotta study today! We'll go for lunch together, but then you are going to study for your test.
Me: [thinking: dammit, I know he's right...but shopping and curry in Ueno would be so much more fun...] *Sigh* OK, babe...I know, you're right...

So, we went out for lunch together at a new curry place by his place (by the way, not bad, but not as good as the one we usually go to) and I went home to study.

And it's not just him supporting me. I think I do the same for him too. At least I try to. At the moment, he's working four nights at a part-time job on top of his full-time job and band practice. So, I'm doing my own thing on weeknights and I make sure that I mail him at least once a day, usually with girly emoticons like love hearts and music notes. It's not much, but I hope it makes his otherwise hectic day and night feel a little better.

Sometimes, however, selfishness rears its ugly head. (It's just as unsightly as jealousy, only a different colour). And it's these times that I have to learn to take a step back and reassess the situation. Support. That's what I have to do.

ps. A pinch and a punch for the first day of the month. No returns.

being a zombie

2008-10-28T19:40:00.012+09:00

We had a minor argument.

Growing up in Australia meant not having many opportunities to celebrate Halloween. I think I went to one Halloween party when I was in primary school, and it kinda sucked because no one was prepared for trick-or-treaters. So, going to Scott and Sakura's annual Halloween bash is pretty special for me. Makes me feel like I get to do something I missed out on as a kid. But with alcohol. A lot of it:

Although, I shouldn't like Halloween seeing as I absolutely hate horror movies and the like. Yet another opportunity Scott and Sakura's party provides: a night where I will actually watch a horror movie without closing my eyes every two minutes. Thanks to the fact that the movies are always running on mute, which takes the scariness level down a notch.

Now, what are Halloween parties without costumes? This year Lorne and I decided to go for a matching couple's costume. Cute. Cheesy. Bloody. But what the heck. Lorne wants zombies? He gets zombies. And to be honest, I had a lot of fun doing his make-up and him doing mine, and then walking to the party with a few people staring (or avoiding staring) at us.

So, a shout out to the coolest Halloween bash organisers Scott and Sakura (and Princess)! お疲れ様でした！Thanks again and can't wait till next year's one :)

being a rock star!

2008-10-20T17:32:00.017+09:00

Well, pretending to be one is pretty cool at least. Which is exactly what happened at Hedinn and Hanako's last Saturday. Beers were drunk, bbq eaten, and the living room transformed into a stage for "Guitar Hero". Though to be honest, I think towards the end we were all just so buggered that we ended up playing the guitars sitting on the sofa. The reason being all that delicious food Lorne and Hed bbqed for us!

It's pretty amazing how far video games have come. I remember when (god, I'm barely 25 and already using that nostalgic line) I was in primary school my PC game collection consisted of Commander Keen, The Incredible Machine, Duke Nukem and Jill of the Jungle, and for the violent shooting games, you couldn't beat Doom and Wolfenstein 3D.

Then, when I was in my teens, I was all about Monkey Island, Quest For Glory, Day of the Tentacle and Companions of Xanth (a must,by the way, for anyone who loves puns) and when I finally got my hands on the now out-of-date Super Nintendo, Donkey Kong was a pioneer in computer graphics. Well, not Donkey Kong himself since he's just a gorilla, but the game series.

Now there's stuff out there which requires the hand-eye coordination of a surgeon to play. I much prefer my simple point and click games or, at the most, a system that needs a controller wih only four coloured buttons and an arrow pad. Which is why the Nintendo wii is bloody awesome. It's simple to use and the games are pretty fun. I particularly like the fact that I kick arse in wii tennis, because, as my mate Jesse would agree, I utterly suck at real-life tennis. Same goes for bowling. And playing the guitar. And hula-hooping...

And to finish off, here are my top five computer/video games (in no particular order):

The Monkey Island Series
The Quest for Glory Series
Day of the Tentacle
Rock Band
Wii Sports

laughing at yourself

2008-10-11T17:06:00.005+09:00

I would've rocked the 60's 'do.

The other day I went to the Yearbook Yourself site and came back with the above photo. Flipping through the years and seeing what I'd look like with an afro, horn-rimmed glasses or bad 80's hair made me laugh (and thankful that I was a teen in the 90's/2000's). I guess I see myself as a somewhat serious person. Not that I don't like to laugh and have fun, but I tend to prefer being in the background and I consider myself a quiet person. A few of my friends have told me that when they first met me they thought I was a little stand-offish. Apparently I always look pissed off when I'm not smiling.

In any case, I don't think I take myself too seriously. And if I've learned one thing from being a teacher at a high school it's that you need to laugh at yourself every now and then. If you don't, then every embarrassing moment is gonna cut you. Easier said then done when you just want to be swallowed up by the ground, but I think laughter can defuse some awkward situations. Or at least try to laugh about it the next day.

On saying that, I am always wary of people who need to act like a fool all the time to entertain people (ok, unless they are professional comedians or something), but maybe that's just because it's so far from my personality.

So, peoples, go to the site and slap on your own face in the photos and have a good laugh!

quesadillas and good company

2008-10-08T18:49:00.011+09:00

There is nothing like good food and good company. Lorne and I went to Scott and Sakura's for dinner last night. We made some quesadillas. A LOT of quesadillas actually. Eight of them between the four of us and we managed to eat seven. Which, when you think about it, is quite a lot per person! It was because they were so damn good! They were washed down with some quality beer (kindly provided by Sakura) and followed later in the night by mocha roll-cake and coffee. And, of course, more beer than recommended for a weeknight.

I've always loved food and though it's fun going out to eat at fancy restaurants and having waiters wait on you, nothing beats having a wonderful meal cooked at home. And it's not just the eating part I dig, it's the cooking part, too. I'd never really cooked much until I started going out with my guy and it's become a favourite pastime of mine even when it's just cooking for myself.

Add a couple of awesome people and you have yourself a fun night.
Lorne always says that feeding people and eating together is a sign of affection in his family. Last night there was plenty of affection being passed onto our plates.

Food + Friends = Happiness

"The way to a man's heart is through his stomach."

QUESADILLAS RECIPE (makes 8 - 10)
Ingredients:

2 chicken breasts
2 medium steaks
cheese (Monterey Jack or Pepper Jack is best apparently, but we could only find red cheddar and another mixed cheese bag)
tortillas
2 onions, sliced
1 red and 1 yellow pepper (sliced)
2 avocadoes
pepper, salt, garlic powder for seasoning
salsa
sour cream

Method:

Nicely brown the peppers and onions in a large frying pan and season to taste. Set aside in a bowl.
Season the meat as you like it and cook in frying pan. Remove from frying pan and cut them into strips (around 1 cm).
Either wash the pan or use another (non-stick is best) and heat it on a medium heat.
On a plate, assemble your quesadilla! On a tortilla, put a layer of cheese, then the peppers and onions, some beef or chicken strips and then another of layer of cheese. Finish with another tortilla. Make sure it's not too chunky and that the filling isn't too close to the edge of the tortilla, otherwise it might all fall apart when you flip them over.
Make sure the pan is dry (no need for oil as you want them to be crispy) and throw the quesadilla in. Try to flatten it a bit with either your hand or a spatula thing.
Once the tortilla is brown, flip it over carefully and brown the other side, too. Remove from heat and cut into quarters.
Serve with guacamole, salsa and sour cream.

For the guacamole:

Peel the avocadoes and remove seed. Cut into small chunks.
Put chunks into a bowl and season with garlic, pepper and salt.
Mush it all up with a fork until it turns into guacamole!

only real when shared

2008-10-06T19:20:00.004+09:00

I watched a movie last night that got me thinking. The movie was called "Into the Wild". I knew next to nothing about it beforehand, except that is was a. by Sean Penn, b. it was based on a true story and c. it was going to be set in the wild.
So the basic plot is a 20-something year old (Christopher) decides to ditch the materialistic world behind by giving his college savings to a charity, running away from his not-so-happy family life, and hitch-hiking to the Alaskan wilderness to find happiness in nature, where there is no bullshit distractions such as watches, politicians, money and society. Oh, and changing his name to Alexander Supertramp. Now, for those of you who are planning on seeing and don't want to know the ending, just skip the rest of this entry. For the rest, here is what I was thinking about:

Christopher was an idiot. I mean, the movie portrayed him as a very charming, sweet, and intelligent (academically) young man. But, he was stupid and selfish. To leave his mum and dad and sister without saying anything and not contacting them for two years is pretty cruel. Granted, he hated his parents, but he seemed pretty close with his sister (actually, I thought she was his girlfriend right at the beginning...oops). And to go off to Alaska in the middle of winter with more books than food provisions is being underprepared to say the least.
So, he finds temporary peace and happiness while being completely cut off from modern civilization (bar a "magic" bus, hunting tools and his library collection) but soon realises that the Alaskan wilderness can be pretty shitty when you have no more rice, and the animals seem to all have disappeared except for a moose, which you manage to kill and prepare for a bbq but maggots get to it quicker than you can light the fire. And rivers are a lot wider and harder to cross in the spring than winter. Which was one of the points in the movie (and I guess in the real story) that drove me crazy. If he was that desperate to get home, why the hell didn't he walk around a bit more to find another way across?
And where did all the animals go? He couldn't have killed them all.
Anyway, the whole point of his trip was to get away from it all and to be free and enjoy the gorgeous mountains and rivers, and being in company with no one but the characters in his books. He had thought that all this solitude and freedom would give him happiness, but in the end has a change of heart. He writes in his last journal entry before he died from starvation (or eating poisonous plants): "Happiness real only when shared."
It was a sad ending to the story. I had no idea it was coming and I was hoping he would be saved.
So, my question is do you believe that happiness is real only when shared?
I agree with it to a certain degree. I think that you can find happiness within yourself and that you shouldn't rely on others to make you happy, but at the same time there is nothing that compares to sharing wonderful moments with the people you love, or making someone happy not because you expect something in return, but just because you want to.
I guess, for me... happiness is love.

And last word. Here is what else I learned from the movie:

Emile Hirsch looks a lot like Leonardo DiCaprio.
I would never be able to afford college in the States.
If ever I had to depend on eating wild plants for survival I am gonna make damn sure I triple check my edible/inedible plants guide.
Alaska does have some amazing mountains. This movie was filmed beautifully.