There’s this Google training/ workshop thing that my company is sponsoring for us to go since it’s highly relevant for our jobs as campaign managers, taking place on Friday itself. It’s all the way in Singapore though, so we will be heading to Johor tomorrow evening, and by Friday early morning we will be able to go straight into Singapore to have our full-day trainings. I will only be back by Saturday late night, and so that’s 3 days in total of being in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar people and –

I cannot. I do not want to. But it’s part of an adult life thing – responsibilities, and so I have to.

Sure, there’s the fact that I get quite anxious when I am somewhere I don’t really know, which gets a little worse – who am I kidding, it’s significantly worse – when I don’t have my personal human with me. I like to hold his arm or clutch the back of his shirt when I need to go through big crowds and noisy places. While I’m afraid of a lot of things, he doesn’t get scared easily and that is definitely one of the traits that makes me feel very safe around him. He knows when I feel uncomfortable and would try to comfort me by holding my hand or just give me gentle pats on my back. I don’t know what magic he uses, but it works.

Then there’s money. Malaysia’s currency is pretty much down the shithole at the moment, and so to bring a little bit of cash to Singapore just in case I need it, I had to use RM308 to get myself SGD100. I’m broke enough as it is. Hell, with my man directing his money towards his beloved car and me spending it God knows where, we are both broke as fuck…

… Which is why we came up with an idea of making something like a GoFundMe platform but in MYR. I don’t know if it exists already, I didn’t even bother to do a Google search, but just imagine. We don’t need to pay in USD or through Paypal which is a great start already. Maybe we can take 10% of the total funding if you manage to hit and exceed your funding target, and if people from countries with big currencies decide to donate even USD1 for example, we are richer by RM4 already. A lot of GoFundMe pages are capable of gaining thousands of USD if not more. Now imagine if those kind people fund you for a drawing tablet you need for your studies but can’t afford at RM800. You only need USD200 for that. Sounds a lot more doable doesn’t it? You just need to share a link on your Facebook profile/page, Twitter, or whichever social media platform that you have more connections on. Perhaps we could feature a standard weekly or fortnightly currency exchange rate on the page so that people from all around the world would know how much exactly they are donating in their own currency.

If anything, it would be nice if I can start getting funding to get a proper house for my man and I. Nothing fancy, just an apartment. Landed properties are costing too much at this point for us to afford in a 5-years timeframe. If possible I really do want to get my own place in 3 years or so.

AND SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO,

Please.

Fund me. Fund a broke-ass fresh graduate.

http://goget.fund/2ju8LlG

13^thSeptember 2015, 4 days before we were officially a couple for one month, we went to KLCC for a nice date. I told him I was going to bring him out for a date since September was apparently ‘Bring your man on a date’ month or something. Well, the haze was terrible at that time but we braved the weather and went through with the public transportation anyway.

He turned up in a proper buttoned up shirt and all for the first (never seen him wear it again up till today!) time while I dressed in completely… my style. While he was probably thinking that it would be an expected gesture to at least look nice for our date, I was on the other side thinking it was better not to be overdressed and try to match his usual style of clothings.

So there he was, wearing buttoned shirt and a nice pair of blue jeans when he usually would just wear an oversized T-shirt that somehow still fits him well and baggy pants. I was wearing this grey singlet-ish thing with army pants. Our thoughts totally clashed in the worst of ways!

Anyways, we brought out our printed version of terms & conditions that day. It started out as a joke, then impulsively, I decided I was going to type out a proper terms and conditions paper for our relationship. He was sporty, and decided like, ‘sure, let’s just do it then’. Mine was 4 pages long, and his was 2.

It included things like:

And a lot more. I mean, there were at least 2 pages in the ‘contracts’ and mine was divided into several sections after referring to actual terms & conditions documents that I never even bothered reading at any single point before.

So yes, we printed it out and at one point while walking around aimlessly in the mall, we sat down on one of the benches, read through the agreements and signed at the signature area. We kept a copy of our own agreements and the other’s, so we both have two agreements each.

If anything, this kind of uh... couples’ agreement, relationship terms & conditions of whatever else you want to name it can be fun. All else aside, it can also be a way to get to know what your partner prioritizes or hopes for.

It’s been 2 years since that term & condition paper was written, maybe it’s time to write a renewed one based on what we now know about each other. Hmmm~

It all started with Ask.fm and if you weren’t familiar with that website, it’s basically a site that lets you ask questions anonymously (or not) to anyone with an account there. You can share your Ask profile by sharing the URL on your social media, and you might get some questions. Sometimes you get ‘questions’ like ‘hi’ and ‘guess who?’ but other times you might get creepy or weird questions, so on and so forth.

When I have just added Monkey on Facebook, I just only barely knew him. He was a parkour coach at Sunway University, and all I knew was that he was 18 and he’s crazy with his parkour skills. Having the friend request accepted and his Facebook profile now stalka- ahem, viewable, I saw that he recently shared an ask.fm link.

I was free, unoccupied. So I clicked in and started sending him random questions and greetings; including things like:

“I’m gay and I like you.” – How to Misdirect 101

“Boobs or butts?” – Just because I can.

“You’re cute just accept the compliments” – Flirting with him before I even knew that’s a flirt

“Next time parkour activity take your shirt off” – He looks good, don’t judge

“Intro pretty parkour girls pls” – Sounding like a despo guy?

“Are you a top or bottom?” – He was too innocent to understand

“ICE CREAM OR CAKE QUICK QUICK QUICK” – Throwing him off balance

It was fun because he had no way of guessing who I was, even more so since I wasn’t really close with him either. I could just keep spamming question after question, which he seemed to be enjoying answering. The questions went on for about 2 days, and on the 2^nd day I submitted an ask that told him to inbox me ‘I know who you are” if he ever figured out who I was. He would know he’s correct if I replied with ‘Pohmahtoe”.

The questions weren’t going anywhere without any hints of who I was though, so I gave him two hints. After some thoughts, I told him that I am a female, thinking that it shouldn’t be that much easier for him since there’s still a lot of females out there.

Turns out he doesn’t really talk to or interact with girls.

When I gave him the 2^nd clue, which was that I am not very close with him yet, he immediately knew who I was, and the game was over. The game was too short! But there was nothing I could have done really, those hints were super generic in nature and I didn’t know that those two clues would lead him to me immediately.

He did though, and the Q&A session we had helped us bond a bit. We started talking more and more after that. I suppose that ask.fm profile share link on Facebook helped me get close to my man at the beginning, in a manner of speaking.

I found it amusing how in the 2^nd clue I gave him, I left a remark sounding something like, “Just to clarify, due to the nature of some of my questions to you earlier, I do not have a crush on you.”

In hindsight, I probably spoke a bit too soon about that.