Happy Birthday Malaysia,and happy taggage.

Today is a mucho important day.
My country turns 50 years old today! It is a little scary,considering the fact that my dad is,like,as old as a whole bleeding country.
Anywaaay. There are many things wrong with this country. For example,a practically racist government. But I draw inspiration from Peako. It may be all dandy to sit around in mamak stalls and have faux-intellectual discussions about how much the government sucks.
But it's a WHOLE other story when it comes to actually doing something about it. Making a change. And if there's one thing the majority of Malaysians have in common,including myself,it's probably apathy.

But I know for a fact that Malaysia is full of some very cool,nice,amazing,wonderful,great,intelligent,caring human beings.
I know many people like that.
And to have come so far as a nation in just 50 years is incredible.
50 years is not a very long time,if you think about it. Many of us have parents who are older than Malaysia!
So. Happy birthday Malaysia. Overlooking some of your major flaws,you RAWK!
I mean,once upon a time,the British,Portuguese,Dutch,Russians,Americans,Japanese etc. were all whacking each other over the head trying to rule us.
C'mon. How much do we rawk?


Now,on to more serious stuff.
Grace tagged me.
How dare you Grrrrace....

Rules:
1. The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect guy/girl.
2. Have to mention the gender.
3. Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.
4. If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.
5. Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.

Right-to. Let's have it.
I am a girl. Female. I like boys. That's how it works;girls like boys,they have sex,make more lil boys and girls..etc. Sometimes,I think girls are hot. I really do.
But I'm straight,so I won't be giving the time to another girl any time soon.

Moving on...
I actually have 27 criteria for the perfect guy,but since this taggage only requires eight..(if you want the whole list,Grace,contact me).

1. He should have values and principles. That probably sounds sooo uptight,but I mean it. Common decency,at the very least! Respect for women,other people,kindness,a little compassion, and uh. Stuff like that.

2. He should love good moosic. If he's a Coldplay fan than he's got my vote.

3. He should look good in a tux.
He should look good in black.
He should look good naked.
Heck,he should just plain look good.

4. His ex-girlfriends should regret ever letting him go,possibly even to the point of being suicidal.

5. He should be a good conversationalist. Willing to both talk and to listen. It helps if he's smart(foreign languages,literature,etc.).And I should feel totally comfortable both in stimulating coversation,or silent lulls.

6. He shouldn't be overly sappy or romantic. If he texts me 200 times a day just to say Babe,I'm in a meeting and I can't get over how stunning you are i love you you are my angel then I'm likely to get sick and tired or worse,suspicious that he's up to something else. Which nicely leads to..

7. Loyalty and honesty. Enuff' said.

8. He should be insanely and deeply and passionately in lurve with me. Like,duh.

There you go Grace! I have performed my taggage duties.
Oh and it won't kill me if he looks like Paolo Nutini.
Or Petr Cech.
Or Fernando Torres.

I Have The Weirdest Dreams

Princess Diana and I were having lunch at KFC and Gandalf was serving the counter,and then we were eaten by giant snakes,and my whole school went camping at midnight and we were pitching our tents inside the classrooms and having fun,despite just having been eaten by snakes, until a bunch of big fat wolves with yellow eyes turned up and chased us all around and we hid in the fish pond until the wolves told us they were actually vegetarian and only wanted to know where the tomatoes were,so we told them,and then I was posessed by the devil and my mom found out because I was chewing the curtains and had yellow boils all over me so she took me to the hairdressers where the ice-cream man exorcised me with a candy cane and then Daniel Radcliffe turned up with the sword of Gryffindor and I told him to get lost because I wanted to read Justin Timberlake's brain and then we all went to Oxford University and had a students' riot because the library wasn't cheesy enough and there was a Japanese girl with scary hair in my backpack and we jumped off the roof and then I woke up.