10 years...

& still going strong!

Last Saturday was our 10-year School Reunion. I went for our 5-year reunion and am totally disappointed that I had to miss out on our 10-year reunion. From the pictures and slide show, it looked absolutely amazing! We even had old teachers there and our old school badge as a door gift! How cool is that?
If you wanna have a peek at what happened (just out of curiosity of course), just click on the link to SMTTDI'96. I especially loved the slideshow.
I love the fact that we still stay in touch and that even though we've all left secondary school, we're still pretty close knit and still make that effort to get together. Life runs away with you sometimes and sacrificing time to be with people you haven't seen in 10 years is something. That's probably what makes our graduating year so special (even the teachers think so...although we had our fair share of making teachers feel like jumping off the school roof!).
But I think we turned out to be a pretty okay bunch of people...not messed up, crazy, ruthless, ambitious wannabes who intend on world domination. Rather, a group of peace loving, down-to-earth, love thy neighbour sort of group that will someday change the world in a more gentle, humane way.
Long live SMTTDI Class of '96.


Not Minor Keys...

But Major Ones

Everyone believes that turning 21 is a big deal. You get a key. Not just any ol' bronze key that your parents decide to make as a duplicate for you so that you can leave or enter the house without getting anyone else to open or close the door for you. No...you get a special, symbolic key (a gold or platinum one if you're a girl and a butter, flour and egg one if you're a guy. I've yet to hear of a guy getting a key to wear around his neck).
This key is supposed to reflect the freedom that one obtains (which is never quite unconditional) and is a mark for coming of age (legal age for alcohol, cigarettes, clubbing, voting, no more P plates etc). It is the age when you are supposed to be, legally, mentally and physically, an adult.
Which is exactly the way I feel right now, since we got our house keys. I've truly crossed miles from the boundaries of the world of an adult, just like millions of other people out there who have their own place. Another major step in the world of adulthood - owning your own place and having the freedom to do anything you want with and in the house. Absolutely ANYTHING.
But this freedom is not without a price. A mortgage, a budget and being perpetually close to being broke. A price that has to be paid for freedom. A price that we will have to pay for the rest of our lives (unless we get lucky and strike big in the lottery!).
Then again, if you think about it, perhaps it is a small price to pay for the experience of owning your own house...and making it into your home. Perhaps you can't put a dollar figure on something so monumental. Perhaps it's like what they say in the MasterCard ads...priceless.
p/s - Will try to remember to take some pics of the empty house and post it.


Boys will be boys...

But girls grow up!

I can't help but complain! I know I shouldn't, but apparently, I'm not the only one!

I got sick over my birthday and infected Jason as well (my mum said not to kiss him, but would I listen? Oh no!!! At least I've learnt my lesson). And so, both of us were sick for my birthday.

Anyway, what I was going to say was that while I was sick, I still did house chores (e.g. laundry, wash the dishes etc). Jason, on the other hand, stayed well away from water or any sort of housework (didn't help one bit that his mom shoo'ed him away from the kitchen!). He didn't even offer to help, he just complained about being sick, plonked his backside onto the couch and watched Futurama.

And so, I went to work to whinge about him being like that and lo behold, all my other work colleagues say the same things about their male partners! The main consensus is that they're big SOOKS (I think that's how its spelt).

Whenever the boys are sick, they turn into big complaining babies who do nothing but say how sick they are (we believe that they really should win an Oscar for their performances). A headache becomes a brain tumour, the sniffles develop into pneumonia and they might as well be coughing their lungs out! The whine and complain and basically want to be mothered. They don't bother to take any medication unless directed (or shoved down their throats) and just lie down and vegitate.

Why? Why on earth would anyone be like that? Is it just a boy thing? Is it just some ruse to get some attention? Or do boys really want to be comforted like a littl' kid? Granted, not all boys are like that (some boys do grow up into men)...but the majority seem to be happy with the way things are.
Am I right boys?


Stuff about me that I just found out!

Your Power Color Is Magenta

At Your Highest:

You energize yourself and push others to suceed.

At Your Lowest:

You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed.

In Love:

You are suprised by who you attract. You're a love magnet.

How You're Attractive:

Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you.

Your Eternal Question:

"What is my next source of inspiration?"

You Are Chinese Food

Exotic yet ordinary.
People think they've had enough of you, but they're back for more in an hour.

Your Theme Song is Born to Be Wild by Steppenwolf

"I like smoke and lightning
Heavy metal thunder
Racin' with the wind
And the feelin' that I'm under"

A total independent spirit, you can't be held down or fenced in.
You crave the feeling of wind on your face... and totally freedom.

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that.
You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness.
Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone dig you.
And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.