Hero coming home tomorrow (he better be!) so heading to the Coast straight after work.

Off to 4WDing and camping Friday afternoon and coming back Monday morning.

Have a good weekend, everyone!

       Or       ?

An interesting article I came across today. It has no scientific basis but it’s so amusing. I’m tickled pink!

The article test drive the old wives method of determining your unborn baby’s gender. Somewhere somehow in one of my science class I remember that unborn baby are not supposed to be called a baby. It’s a fetus. But whatever. I don’t trust my memory especially if it has anything to do with biology.

The four methods tested are the ring pendulum (side to side is girl, round and round is boy), drain cleaner (green girl, blue boy), Chinese Lunar Calendar, and heart rate (over 140-boy, under 140-girl).

Go and see the result!

I would like to add something on the Chinese Lunar Calendar, though. Back home in my hometown there is this ehem…guide…on when to start your…er…babymaking process so that you get a certain gender. For example, you do it this day at this month and ta daaa, out comes a boy 9 months later! It’s all Feng Shui, baaaybeee! And apparently that one is foolproof.

I wish I have it here now so I can share it, but I definitely will remember to dig it out when I return home for the holidays this Christmas.

At this point, I’m confused and dazed.

I just spent about 1.5 hours trying to figure out correctly one question about long and short put or call position. Just one question. It just sapped my whole brain intelligence (all very little of it) and my energy (artificially induced by Red Bulls and Snickers Bars).

So now humour me in a totally unrelated topic.

This picture was taken some weeks back. Ok, please pardon that cheesy smile. Thank you. This was taken when we were at a club to watch a friend’s band play. The lead guitarist’s girlfriend snapped this picture of us, and honestly I like it but apparently a lot of people attempt to look into it too much. First and foremost, I’m not an analyzer of life. I would analyze anything financial because that’s my field and my interest, but when it comes to everything else I couldn’t give a hoot.

One was commenting on how un-cosy I looked compared to Hero. “He loves you more than you love him,” was his comment.

I’m not sure if that is true. As far as I am concerned, I have this great, huge crush on that hunk by my side. It just so happen I’m one of those lucky people who happened to be the girlfriend of my crush. Ta daaaa!

What is it? Is it because I don’t give him a bear hug in the fashion of infatuated high school girls? Is it because I don’t look at him with doey eyed? Is it because I’m not grabbing his crotch thus announcing to every other female population out there (who probably don’t care anyway!) that this hunk is mine, I OWN HIM, MWAHAHAHA?

An interesting theory provided by Stella: “You’re trying to hide your tummy!”. I wish that was my strategy because as you can see, my tummy is there for the whole wide world to see. I should have thought about that. Dummy.

I thought me leaning so trustfully towards him would have given sensible people a clue of how we stand in this relationship. I’m naturally not romantic, live with it! I don’t do PDA, get over with! Besides, we’re both wearing black. See! Don’t you insensibly romantic people see that? I thought die-hard lovers always wear matching stuffs and see, we even have the same coloured jeans material. Hah!

(Ok, ok, so it was not planned, so what? This is an analysis, so it should mean we are soulmates, no? Instinctively wearing the same thing. Si? No? Et tu, Brutus?)

Someone mentioned about him holding me by the neck and remarked “that’s you on a leash!”. I guess I have to agree with this one for once. I am on a leash, a very, very long leash however. He lets me do whatever I want and go wherever I want up to the point where I get too much of myself and then yank the cords.

He wears the pants in this relationship. All my ex will be fuming at this statement because I turn them into skirt wearing ninnies and turn into a power-struggle monster everytime they try on the pants. I still don’t know how Hero managed to wear the pants in this relationship. My close friends and I are still too amazed at my newfound ninny-nes.

And this is I think is the secret to his success with me (ehem). I can tell you that I’m more in love with him than I have been with all my exes combined. To keep me, you need to know how to control me without me despising you. Because this lady don’t do submissive at all. I admit I’m rather bossy and can be quite cocky, I don’t take orders very well. It’s my dad’s genes inherited. The only other person who could control me this way has been my late grandfather. It takes my own parents lots of yelling and physical punishment to put me in my corner (oh yeah! I wasn’t an easy kid at all!), but my late grandfather do it effortlessly. He can make me crawl in one corner, suck my thumb and sulk. Sulk is a great word because with any other human alive I don’t sulk. I get angry and I blow up in your face. Period. With grandpa, I sit quietly in my corner, sulk about the fact that he doesn’t love me anymore, and then I behave. And maybe if I’m good enough after a few minutes I will get 20 cents to buy candies from the corner tuckshop.

And the thing about Hero and my grandfather? Neither one has EVER raised their voice, loses their temper or raised their hand at me. Never ever. Hero told me off once when I was being a royal brat in his normal voice, but very firmly. Within nanoseconds my roars turned to squeaks. Then I shut up and obeyed. If it had been anyone else, they would have yelled at me and I would have roared louder (again, father’s genes). I’m very hot tempered but…I really don’t know what’s going on there. Maybe I have some weird wiring in my head.

Ah what the heck? Look at the time! I need to get back to my books!

9 more questions to go…Argh, I hate exams!

“To be beautiful, all a woman needs is a black pullover and a black skirt and to be arm in arm with a man she loves.”

Too right.

The owner of that quote passed away yesterday’s evening.

Wait til the day I can afford your garb and see me work it from wherever you are, oh yeah!

I first read the review of this book from Tina’s blog. The result was that she got me hooked on the book immediately and I had to sacrifice my weekends to read it. And then I pulled my hair because I just used the weekend for leisure and not be like all the obsessive-compulsive-study-disorder students out there, studying their butt off. I don’t like to stand out of the OCSD crowd, I like to blend in. So I’m thinking whether I should love Tina, or whether I should hate her. For a piece of chocolate cake, I’m willing to sway in the offerer’s direction.

Three things made me want to read this book immediately. First, it was historical fiction. I’m a sucker for historical fiction, which is why my list has Christian Jacque, Mary Renault (oooooh!), Lindsey Davis, Colleen McCullough, Lian Hearn and Roberta Gellis, among others.

Secondly, the storyline was inspired from the bible. Despite being as religious as a piece of celery stick, and going to church as often as goats fly to the moon, I do enjoy reading my Bible. Thanks to mum who made us read it every night when we were kids. I’m one of those weird people who finish the Bible but couldn’t care a hoot about attending services.

Thirdly, the book revolves around women overcoming odds before the age of bra-burners. Heck, they didn’t even have bras back then! So what’s there not to love?

Like Tina said on her review:

“I could nearly taste the olives, smell sun warmed skin, feel sand under my feet. I could imagine myself among the women in the red tent welcoming the new moon and celebrating the cycles of our bodies.”

I couldn’t put it anymore succinctly than she did.

It didn’t help going to Amazon.com and reading the reviews of that book. I put a hold on my local library immediately despite knowing that I shouldn’t be touching a novel anytime before I have my Finance 2 down pat.

I figured, it won’t hurt because I’m a very fast reader of everything except textbooks (ehem!). I finished this one in a night and half, so roughly about a day. I chose a Saturday to be anti-social and practically barricaded myself in my room, coming out only to eat and do elegant bowel and bladder movements. My housemates thought I wasn’t feeling well so left me alone to rest. Little did they know!

My favourite part of the book is possibly the paragraph that goes:

“I can still recite her menu. Lamb flavored with coriander, marinated in sour goat milk and a pomegranate sauce for dipping. Two kinds of bread: flat barley and raised wheat. Quince compote, and figs stewed with mulberries, fresh dates. Olives, of course. And to drink, a choice of sweet wine, three different beers, and barley water.”

Yes, I am weird.

This book was great. So great that it got me so involved in the story. So great that it gets my emotion tied with the emotion of the characters.

And for that very reason, it is not a book that I will want to read again.

I know this sounds weird, considering how much I love this book.

But this is one novel that is powerful enough to make you emotional. And me, I don’t like being emotional. Any book that makes me cries or to the point of almost crying, I avoid like a plague after reading it the first time. Same goes for movies. God knows how much I love Forrest Gump, but God also knows how much I avoid the mention of it, the thought of it, much less the viewing of it again. Ever watch The Perfect Storm, starring George Clooney and Mark Walhberg? No matter how much I love Clooney and will sit and watch him all day, I don’t ever want to watch that particular movie again.

(In case you’re wondering, all of them died in the movie, ta daaaa!)

This is a book of bittersweet happy ending, of extreme happiness and also of profound sufferings, and it doesn’t suit someone with serotonin overloads like me. It rocks my balance and it strikes fear in my heart.

Nowadays, just hearing the name “Dinah” makes me feel sad and melancholic, and I’m at the point of being sad all the time because that’s how Australians pronounced the word “dinner”! Woe is me!

A good book, one that you will remember for a lifetime but one you should not attempt to revisit if you’re like me. Tina has a better review on it so go ahead, be tempted by her. I’m convinced she is a booknymph undercover.

But hey, go ahead, pick it. It’s one of the coolest books you’ll ever read in your life. If you’re a Bible reader, some of the storylines are familiar and I thank mum for making us read it every night when we were kids. I’m as religious as a celery stick and I go to church as often as goats fly to the moon, but I finished my Bible readings so take that you Bible-thumpers. Honestly speaking though, I do enjoy reading the Bible.

Now, if only someone will come up with a historical-slash-biblical fiction of my favorite book, Esther…

Lesson 1

Matti (Finn): Wow, guys, guys, look at this.

Show us this news page.

Kurt (Australian): Wow! That’s a fucking big squid! (Pardon my Bulgarian).

Everyone now starts talking about experience on fishing trips, the one that got away, the one that got caught, the one that the cousin of their best friend of their mother of their sister of their son-in-law caught and so on and so forth.

Me?

The Malaysian thinks, “Mmmmm, that could make me squid in lemon sauce to last a whole year!”

Do not judge me! Seafood is very expensive here!

Lesson 2

Adam, our Scottish friend, was explaining something to us, at the same time Kurt spotted something and relive an inside joke we had told each other some months ago. So while Adam was talking, Kurt and I were making not-too-flattering comments about something else and sniggering like bratty kids. I’m not gonna tell you what it was about though!

Women being multi-tasker is a myth…at least when it comes to me. I cannot multi-task, therefore while I’m talking to Kurt I can’t concentrate on what Adam is trying to say.

And then suddenly:

Adam: So, is da’ good?

Kurt: Yeah, sounds fine. (He has been talking to me AND listening to Adam at the same time. What a trooper!).

Adam: Gloria?

Me: Ah?

Adam: About the plant.

Me: Uhm…what?

Adam: *sigh* You oven been listening (Translation: “You haven’t been listening”. ). We take the train to Enogerra, gec owff and take the bus to Aspley and (on and on he goes).

Me: Oh. Ok. Yeah, sounds cool.

Matti: *three seconds later* You still look confused?

Me: Uhm, oh yeah. I’m waiting to hear about the plant?

Adam: *frown* I…just towelled (told ) you.

Me: No, you didn’t. You were talking about the trip.

All three guys now clearly being confused by a confused me, which further confuses me because I’m the one who usually clears their confusion by translating Adam’s thick Sco’ish accent. To have them catching what he said and me not getting it starts to look very ’shoospishoosh’ to me.

Adam: Yeah. The plant.

Me: What plant?

Adam: The plant I just told you!

Me: You told me nothing of a plant! You were talking about the trip! What plant are you talking about????

Adam: Yes, the plant of the trip! The trip that is plantd! The trip! The plant!

Oh.

Ah.

Ah yes.

Of course.

The PLAN.

I’m not in my best form nearing finals.

Ok, clarification for you die-hard geeks/nerd out there? If you think I’m summoning Morpheus of The Matrix, I’m deeply scandalized. It’s not him, ok? To some other, possibly cooler, humans, it can mean Morpheus of the Greek mythology or Morpheus of The Sandman, either which I don’t mind. But NOT Morpheus of The Matrix. It annoys me to no end when people think that the Hollywood industry is so creative to come up with these kind of names, without knowing that it has existed almost a millennia. Don’t people read history anymore? Mythology? Not to mention I was annoyed at what I feel was “intellectual superficiality” of The Matrix franchise. I go to sleep watching The Matrix and I have never understood what is the appeal of a “stupid-but-somewhat intelligent-too emo-gah, I dunno how else to describe him!” Neo. Jeez, even the name is a bully-magnet. If I know a kid who acts like him with the name “Neo” in high school, I could have possibly beat him up myself, which is saying a lot because I’m not the kind of person who care the least about ongoings in high school.

Anyway…

It’s 2.20am, Monday morning. I’m bleary eyed from studying. I have 9am-12pm class tomorrow and then cover for a co-worker that had fallen sick, 1.30pm. Which means I need to wake up around 6.30ish to cook lunch. Will reach home from work 7pm and will head to the library/lab at possibly 9pm. The prospect is scaring me.

Anyway, before I go to bed, I’d like to make this announcements:

1. As requested last Christmas by my hunky man, it is now confirmed that I will move to the Coast where he is based.
2. I’m confirmed to do my Masters and will commence July 28^th.
3. I will officially complete my current studies (Bachelor program) 20^th June.
4. The graduation ceremony will be 14^th August.

Do I hear some ‘yays’?

Side note: I will only graduate from my current institution, and be eligible for Masters, providing I pass everything this semester.

So I’ve been much busier recently. Because of the recent sick wave, I’ve been putting in more hours at work to cover sick people left right center. See, this is the advantage and disadvantage of being me. The advantage is that if I’m sick, I’m healed so quickly. All I need is a complete rest, full hours sleep and I need to sweat. Special case is tonsillitis and conjunctivitis, the two sickness I get at least once every year. It’s hard for my tonsillitis to heal simply because I can’t stop eating spicy food. As for conjunctivitis, it’s because it’s viral. But even then I heal faster than most people from these two sickness.

Oh, and while we mention conjunctivitis? Truthfully, it is the sickness that I welcome every time. Because it’s contagious, I’m usually not allowed to be around people. I will get strict warnings to quarantine myself. That is possibly the only time in the year I will be left COMPLETELY alone and I don’t need long-winding reasons why I can’t hang out with anyone. And hell and damnation, I WISH I have conjunctivitis now so that people can just lay off my back for a minute. I wish some people would understand when I’m not studying, I’m working and when I’m not doing both, I’m catching up on eating and sleeping. I did not lose this weight from any conscious effort. I lose this weight because I’m time starved and eating seems to take up too much time. My time priorities from the most important order is : studying, working, sleeping, eating.

Understand that it is a tragedy for someone like me who likes eating so much to put eating as my last priority in everything. And when that happens, understand that it is serious!

In addition to that, I’ve been busy working together with the agent who handles my applications. I have to apply for credit exemptions before I can even finalise my enrolment to Masters.

You know, all I want is to sit down properly, have a great big feed and sleep for a full 8 hours.

Just for one day.

I’m not asking much.

Tina has tagged me to do this meme, and this is the first time I’ve sat down properly to do this. Sorry for the late reply, Tina! Better late than never.

1. The rules of the game get posted at the beginning.
2. Each player answers the questions about themselves.
3. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blogs and leaves them a comment, letting them know they’ve been tagged and asking them to read your blog.
4. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve posted your answer.

And the questions:

1) What was I doing 10 years ago?

Wondering why I’m sitting in a boring lessons in secondary school (high school). I thought high school was highly irrelevant. I wanted to be in business,so I have no idea why I’m going through geography. I was a restless kid in high school, I just wanted school to be done and over with so that I can head to college and learn what I really want to learn. In hindsight, all the things I learnt in high school is relevant in business world, but at 13 I was a cocky bitchstard (weren’t we all!). I scored in geography but I really suck at it now. 13 was also the age where I had my first boyfriend. A little birdie told me that my first boyfriend’s dad was my mum’s first boyfriend too but of course mum denied it. I’m not gonna tell you who that little birdie was. Maybe it’s family tradition? =P I’m sooo thankful my mum doesn’t read this. Kekekekekeke!

2) What are five things on your to-do list for today?

“Today” is Saturday, as I’m answering this at 1.03am.

1. Make sure I head to bed BEFORE the sun comes up.

2. Tag along with a housemate for new house inspection (at least 3 of us are moving out by the end of this semester)

3. Finish week 9 and 10 of Finance 2 (what are my chances?)

4. Read International Finance.

5. Sleep. (excuse me but I lack this, ok?)

3) What snacks do I enjoy?

Are you serious? Why does one even ask this question to a Malaysian? Malaysian eats. Period. To steal from Tina: “What snacks don’t I enjoy?”. Next question!

4) Things I would do if I were a billionaire?

Keep a million for me to invest in sort of income fund, and then give away the rest. If a normal human can’t even find ways to spend a million dollars, you can’t find ways to spend a billion dollars effectively. I’d still be working and earning, so that million will just be a cushy side thing. How much is the difference between a billion and a million? Nevermind. The leftover will be passed around to anyone who might need it. I’m keeping another million or so to pass on to families, another million for whichever friends that needs it and whatever is left goes to charity, particularly one that deals with leukaemia, children, single mothers, homeless people, seniors and people with speech, sight and hearing disabilities.

5) Three Bad Habits

1. Eating. Ehem. Constantly. EHEM.
2. Forgetting to take in the laundry (at home, I do laundry, iron, fold and put them away but my brother is the one who always takes them in. When I was in the dorm, my roomates were my reminders. At Hero’s, same case as my brother. On my own, I tend to forget this up to 3 days until I realized I’m out of underwear and see them hanging outside happily flapping!)
3. Addiction to lists?

6) 5 places I have lived

1. Brisbane
2. Gold Coast
3. 3 different places in Sarawak, Malaysia. If I named them, no one would know anyway.

7) 5 Jobs I’ve had

1. Accounts clerk, after high school
2. Admin Assistant after diploma
3. Sales assistant early last year
4. Front counter staff (current)
5. and the occasional waitressing and cleaning gig (on call jobs)

Five people I want to know more about…

Ah, tagging time. Haha. Those who are tagged, feel free to take it or leave it, though I’d love it of you take it cos I’d like to know more about you. *winkwink*

Reening.

Sophia.

Stella (how much more do I need to know about you, chimp? :P)

Lydia! (with an exclamat!on mark!)

…and whoever feels like taking this up. I’d love to learn more about anyone.

Come on, play along. My life needs…well, forget that. For this month, I just need a life.

Woke up early but just to kiss Hero goodbye. Went back to bed almost immediately. Woke up at 8am with the intention to study. Rummaged in my luggage. Horror. I brought all other lecture notes BUT the ones that I need. I must have left it at home because I was reviewing it before I left!!!!

Ok, so no fret, because everything is also in the laptop, right? To my dismay, realized I forgot to bring my Australian plug adaptor and my Malaysian-plugged laptop will not work. To add insult to injury, I took out the battery because I didn’t want to have ‘unecessary weight’ in my luggage (my cheap flight restriction was hand luggage less than 10kg).

Pulled hair, stomp feet, scratch back, kick air and punched pillow until I’m tired.

To effectively manage my anger and frustration, I embarked on meditation. And I only woke up from my “meditation” at 1pm. Ehem. It IS meditation. Deep one. It worked. Depression and frustration significantly reduced.

Raid pantry to find natural medication for depression and frustration. Read: chocolate. My hunky Hero have generously supplied me with two bags of natural medication chocolate chip cookies (ehem). I have gone through one from the first night I landed, and now I have half a bag of that and a full bag of another different kind.

Needless to say, medication worked. Ehem.

Switch on TV and raid the fridge to find what to make out for dinner. Realized that there will still be too much ingredients after dinner and Hero will not be able to use it all. He won’t have time to cook. So in addition to dinner (spaghetti bolognaise, potato salad and buttered mushroom and pork sausages omellete), I made extra servings of fried rice. Doubled bolognaise sauce too.

Hero came home while I was in the middle of whipping up the omellete. Surprised that he was home early but not complaining! He was hungry the moment he came in…why does that makes me happy?

Had dinner on the balcony, overlooking the lake. Marvellous. Commented and laughed on each other’s growing belly. Discussion on gyms and exercise equipments.

While he showered, made coke chicken and vegetables stir fry to freeze, together with the fried rice. He was impressed and pleased and that is all that matters to a Stepford Wife.

Went to bed early because we have to wake up at 4am.

Strangely that night we both kept on waking up to go to pee. Don’t know what’s going on?

Wake up at 4am the next morning to catch the 6am flight.

Man, the kind of thing we do for love. Tsk…tsk…tsk…

Day 1: Arrival in Cairns

10.22pm arrival. Jetlagged but all tiredness disappeared when I saw Hero waiting for me. Cliché! Cliché!

He was standing in a menacing position in between two vending machines. I burst out laughing and went “hiding? You blend in really well.” That was the beginning of our reunion. Hero later told me that a Qantas flight landed about half an hour before I arrived, and he watched til the last person took the last luggage from the luggage line. He said he was disappointed, thinking I missed my flight. Although I find it very amusing that my man apparently forgot what I told him 3 hours before (“I’m flying JetStar”), I find it touching that he felt sad thinking I missed my flight. Tee hee hee hee!

The drive home was nice, lots of laughter and gossiping.

Pulled up at the driveway of his unit and it took my breath away…my man’s unit have a magnificent lake view! Woo hoo!

Spent the rest of the night opening kitchen cupboards and kitchen closet, inspecting cutleries, and checking the fridge. It’s a ritual. Remember. I’m a  and the first thing that a Stepford Wife do is getting familiar with her kitchen.

Day 2: The Stepford Wife: Biker version

Woke up at 5.00am, Hero in the shower. Contemplated going back to sleep but dragged self out of bed anyway. Pulled a random sweater…turns out to be one of the bikers sweater. So I woke up being all gangsta with the word “I built my own chopper!” loudly on the shirt. Cos remember, I’m a Delinquent-Rebel Stepford Wife, in leather jacket and heeled boots.

Put on my apron cos a Stepford Wife doth not travel without apron. Cranked up the stove and pop in two ham steaks in the pan. Pop in four slices of bread in the toaster. Fried onions with the ham steaks. Sliced tomatoes. Oh yeah, it’s all happening! Even I am starting to wake up at the magnificent breakfast smell. Hero came out fully dressed, chuckling at the sight. No doubt the clash with my badass sweater and my feminine apron. I looked like a confused soul, no doubt. Assembled sandwich.

Now realize my error. This being Hero’s temporary accommodation and this being the first time since he’s been away that someone is packing lunch for him, understandably he didn’t have any sort of containers or brown bag for me to put the sandwich in. My biker persona came out as I curse inwardly. Waking up at 5am to make lunch for him, and he’s not even able to have it!

Stroke of genius at 6am in the morning…wrap it with Gladwrap, duh. Being the very generous soul I am, I gave him only one and saved the other one for myself. Because a Stepford Wife need energy for the rest of the day…

…and went back to bed til 11am. Uh.

Head to the nearby Internet café to book my flight home, and to buy some stuffs for dinner. Came home, found out that Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest was on so sat on my fat butt to watch it.

Then danced madly to MTV (amen cable TV!) while I chopped and seasoned and cooked dinner cos I’m a Popstar Stepford Wife, that’s what. Dinner was fried rice and coke chicken. If you think that sounds weird, obviously that’s because you haven’t had coke chicken yet! Pat myself in the back and waited for Hero to come home.

He applauds my dinner and I’m a happy camper. He bought a 4WD map book and we pored on it for a while. Found out how to read distance on maps, woo hoo! While he showered, I stole the book and naturally turned to the section about cooking while camping. Very, very, very interesting. Discuss preliminary ideas about road trips and decide we will try a 1-2 day trip and see how that goes before attempting any ambitious ones.

Hero fell asleep on the couch while I still inspected the 4WD book. Made a mental note to learn camping and outdoor cooking.

Channel flipped and caught Xplosion Super Fights on FoxSports. Woke Hero up because kickboxing and muay thai is his favourite sport. Honestly, being with this guy has given me a taste of violent sports. We were excited when Nathan Corbett came in but was quickly disappointed. On the 28^th second, Corbett’s opponent slipped and landed on his elbow, effectively breaking his arm. Corbett won the match by technical knockout. Spewing! And here was Hero and I cheering loudly because we expected a good fight!

A brief debate between us on whether the Meik guy broke his arm from Corbett’s elbowing (Hero’s position) or because he slipped (mine). Obviously since Corbett won by TKO, I won the debate. The playback showed that Corbett’s was elbowing Meik but it wasn’t that close or strong enough to warrant bone breaking.

Watched young Thor Hoopman’s fight. He trains under John Wayne Parr and that alone should be a big pressure for him to win. Poor guy didn’t win, but ONLY because of the points. He almost won if the last minute hit was counted as a knockdown by the judge but it wasn’t. A brief debate between us again on whether it was a knockout (Hero’s position) or a slip (mine). Playback showed a knockout so Hero won, but the judges judged the fights based on points anyway on the merit that he might have slipped (so overall, I won, hehehehehehe!). Still, we thought it was cool the way Thor Hoopman fought and was still standing despite looking a bit woozy from all this bleeding.

And guess what John Wayne Parr named his son?

Jesse James.

Seriously, famous people sometimes…

Hero pointed out something that I realized long time ago: that most prominent kickboxers here hails from the Gold Coast.

Now what does that tells you?

That the Gold Coast have some straight on, sexy as hell dudes who, if they aren’t blond haired blue eyed sexy sculpted body specimen surfers, they are sexy badass tight bodied kickboxers.

And dude, I’m moving there in two months time. Am I cool or what? Hehehe!

To be continued…