This is the second time I post this.... the first time for some reason did not appear online. Could it be that Blogdrive had PMS??? hhmm.... anyway.... the article below was tagged to me by Fern and here's mine..

I am :  an inane and confused 17year old girl who lives on shopping and frequent naps

I want : more Prada shoes and a lifetime supply of Tiramisu..

I wish :  for more wishes *I bet Alladin never thought of that*

I hate : irritating people like Eric stepping on my Prada shoes...

I miss : mum and dad

Thanks to Fern.... I decided to try out the website she posted in her blog....After typing in my name and pressing the button.... here's the result...

oh and in case you are wondering... I seriously do not think I am "Sexually stunning"... I mean how can I be sexually stunning??? Besides the second time i pressed the button, I got the result ------------> Chicken Lover

so basically I am a sexually stunning person who is a chicken lover <.< sure doesn't make sense.... (though I do admit I simply love chickens, Steamed that is...)

I bet Eric will be going on and on about this  

   I do remember back when I was a little naive girl (I still am by the way) I get lectures almost every night until I was 12, on the importance of virtues, considering that back then I enjoy running around the dig site annoying my dad's workers and partners.

   That is a concept I don't hear much about anymore; civic virtue and virtue. Heck, virtue in general is seen as a quaint, obsolete idea. But these two closely linked but distinct ideas, virtue and civic virtue, are as critical today as ever.
   The simple definition of "virtue" is a character trait that is inherently good, so that developing and holding these traits is something that makes a person better than they would otherwise be. The Four Cardinal Virtues are Prudence, Temperance, Courage, and Justice. While I grew up learning of these traits (for all his faults, my father is of the Greatest Generation, after all), they are so outre today that many don't know what they mean. 
   'Prudence' is not caution (although that is the usual modern meaning) or timidity – it means 'sound judgment', the ability to distinguish between acting with courage and acting recklessly, for example. Prudence is seen not as action, but the knowledge and wisdom that guide actions.

The way you look tonight by Elton John is playing. I haven't heard this in ages! Loving it all over again...

Mom and Dad just came back from the Middle East last night and today was spent zooming from one end of the city to the other hunting down items for the church's women program. We managed to rope in our eye brow threader and Newcastle Ballet Academy for hip hop sessions- yep totally groovy.

I suppose I'm feeling bad because I haven't really been seeing much of anyone- friends are busy working, Ellie left for Australia, parents were in the Middle East. To top it all off, I've been doing far less than is my fair share of work for orientation since I've been over here and I missed my video shoot!

Also, this narcissistic lifestyle I've been living has grown very comfortable: pics of me, conversations with me, flattery of myself.. Me and Myself have become very good friends.
I'm actually thinking of my Malaysian home..

I miss the 15year old radio my grandfather gave me for my 3rd Christmas, The music is scratchy and 'program' wasn't part of the instruction/program booklet but it beats the mp3 dual sound thingy I have in my apt.

I miss my dogs. I won't have a pair of old eyes watching every move I make, following me everywhere I go, and falling asleep at my feet in the afternoons.
Or the certifiably insane pooch rolled up on the sofa next to me in exactly the same sleeping position I would assume.

I miss my evening jogs around the neighborhood and running around the field of the catholic seminary with the little old women ambling up and down with me.
My old green sneakers that make my joints ache and my feet burn but make contact with the ground so real; so sublunary but invigorating.

Also not forgetting my cousin bro trying to ditch me for being a bossy running partner. (*Sorry!)

Now thinking of my staying in Hertsfordshire...

The piano in my Hatsfield house which I've completely neglected even except for those horribly Richard Clayderman pieces I've been lazily fingering about with. Although I do scratch my violin every night at 10pm just to tell my neighbors… yes the inane and annoying Annie is still alive…

And what about the lighting in my room and the way it shines on my faded green curtains. And the slim view of the cyan blue sea from my window now that civilization and reclaimed land has obliterated the picture we took the house with.

The verandah. The squirrels. The swing. The breadman. My PC. The massager. It's all a testimony of me, myself and myself....

  Well... like Lina said... when a relationship reached a certain level... it is time to explore each other. Unfortunately, she forgot to mention MEETING THE PARENTS........... So on that faithful day, Daniel whispered to my ears "Sweetheart… my parents want to meet you tomorrow..." I nearly choke on the Chocolate ice-cream I was enjoying. At first I thought it was the after effect of swallowing huge chunks of ice-creams at a go, you know that numbing feeling you have, and I asked him to repeat it. I did not quite enjoyed the night considering the fact that I have less then 24 hours to prepare myself physically and psychologically. Daniel on the other hand was rather happy about it, with an all knowing look on his face he told me before leaving my doorstep "Don't worry... I'm very sure they will like you...so don't panic..."

Yeah <.< easy for him to say..... Let's see him meet MY parents....

12 hours later approx.....

There I was in front of my wardrobe after taking 5-6 cuppa *ok ok so I can't help it... At least I controlled my intake to 5-6 cups... not pots...* choosing what to wear. For you guys who know how cold I like to keep my room temperature, I'm sure you will know how I felt standing there wrapped in my towel *wipe that drool off your face Eric* , with butterflies in my stomach, choosing what to wear. With some advice from the ever bubbly Fern...I decided on my choir outfit >.< it's the most saintly clothes I have.... Long white spaghetti strap dress.... And learning from the past..... I top it off with a shawl and ended with a snowy white Prada pumps. In fact I was still halfway changing when Daniel arrived. He patiently waited for me of course.

Half hour later....

I was on my way there… apparently I forgot one very important fact. Daniel's parent's place is a long 5 HOURS drive..................................................

5 hours later approx..........

Standing on the driveway with my dress looking as if it just came out of the wash.....I panic >.<  went back to the car and sat there.... It took Daniel another 15 minutes to finally talk me into walking to the door. When I got there... before Daniel even knock the door opened >.< I guess they saw the whole 15 minutes episode of Daniel's dear little Annie's panic moment. I think I grip Daniel's hands more then tight, cause when we got to the dinner table... I sort of caught a quick glance of Daniel rubbing his hands grimacing a little. Dinner was well........ Pampering......... His parents kept fussing over me........like giving me the best part of a turkey....... Etc....... after dinner........ We were at the lounge, stupid Daniel left me alone there with his parents >.< *how could he... I shall teach him a lesson someday* and the moment I feared most...... Interrogation..... Ok ok I exaggerated.... more like simple get-to-know-you questions...... but I was pretty sure I fumbled and mumbled my way through.

3 hours later.....

Finally out of the door...... Well actually I do quite enjoy being there. Because they make quite a fuss over me *fuss read as ---> pampering* however.... I caught an earful of his mum's words to Daniel "A nice girl, sweet.... but.... I can see she's very nervous and still is....treat her well"    >.<  was it that obvious???? I meant all I did was drop a fork every 5 minutes or so..... Tripped on the sofa...... nearly knock down a lamp.....went smack face first on the window while trying to see a helicopter flying overhead *the glass was soooooooo transparent..... could have sworn it was not there >.<* so was I nervous??? I don't think so >.< I was merely close to fainting..........

3 hours later....

We stop by a motel to stay over because it was rather late... for those curious people, yes it was a single bed room....and no... nothing happened.... we are civilize people *bleh*.....

Before I lay myself to sleep in his arms I decided the next time I visit relatives from the other side, I shall make sure Daniel is with me at all times....perhaps I should make Daniel visit mum and dad during the summer holidays.... muahahaha..... let's see his reaction....

Oh and forgot to mention..... Daniel's parents bought me a bouquet of lilies... How nice of them...... >.<  nitez all..