My Interview

I have been so swamped that I have decided to restart this blog with something simple, just to get myself into the blog of things again. I have been slapped with the Interview Game baton from Rara, so here goes:

1. When and where have you been happiest?

This is very difficult as I am quite a happy person generally. Or should I say I am generally not unhappy. As such, I have so many happy moments, every day, any day, in the past and I am sure in the future. Take for example today. I am still jet lagged, I missed my flight to Zurich yesterday hence have missed a course I was so looking forward too, and they have not located my luggage. Most of my worldly possessions (not to mention new dress and adaptor for laptop) could at this very moment be in KL, Singapore, Amsterdam airport or Zurich. But I woke up this morning feeling quite happy that I actually had an extra tootbrush and miniature tubes of toothpaste to use. And I felt happy that I had left behind a few pieces of underwear behind and therefore do not have to cycle into work commando. I am feeling happy at this moment because I have recieved some new data which will enable me to enhance a chapter I am trying to get done. I may just never get back my suitcase and its contents, but I am sure that I will feel happy shopping for new underwear...

But I digress...when and where have I been happiest? Well, it would have to be 7.30 pm on 17th May in a tiny apartment in Coogee sitting next to D when he agreed to be my partner in crime....my Robin or Tonto...forever. Or could it have been at 1.00 am on 18th May after D and I and 10 other friends finished off 4 bottles of bubbly and 12 bottles of vino...

2. Do zebras go to heaven? All of them?

Let me first say that this answer is only an opinion. My view on this issue is not a result of any in depth research carried out in the area of veterinary philosophy, religious studies, law and animals studies and especially the area of animals and religion.

I have this issue with all animals going to heaven. I really don't think it is fair that just because one mammal who has a larger brain, hence assumed to have the ability to get into more mischief, has more of a probability of NOT getting into heaven. How do we know that some Zebras, given half a chance would not become raging cross dressing peadophiles? How do we know that any Zebra given opposable thumbs would opt to do what Mother Theresa did so well?? Huh?? Huh?? How do we know that they are not at this moment planning to take over the world and kill all of us so called meaner humans? We know they can take on horses...documented by hollywood recently too.

But on another level, maybe they are all in "heaven". If heaven is neither here nor there, then it can be anywhere. Like a state of mind. I have not seen any Zebra mensa test results, nor have I heard of any going into therapy, so maybe they all live in their own la-la land...sounds like heaven to me. Or if it is a physical place, could heaven be like the plains of Africa? If that is Zebra heaven (assuming all zebras believe in the one true God), the bad (or Mormon)Zebras are presumably banished to zoos, hence not all Zebras go to heaven.

But really, I have nothing against them. They have not done anything to me. Unlike those damn chickens. One chased and continuously pecked me as a child hence my love of little chicken hearts preferably cooked in curry. Nope, Zebras have not affected my life in any way, so I hope they all go to heaven. If not, how will be have Zebra patterned cushions to laze about on up there..

3. Why did the chicken cross the road?

To get away from me.

4. If you had a choice betweeen two extremes: would it be the freezing cold environment or scorcher of a weather? why?

I hate sweaty armpits and I look adorable in pink angora. Go figure..

5. Are fortune tellers to be believed?

No, not all are to be believed. In hindsight, the ones that got my fortune wrong are not to be believed and the ones that were within the ballpark should be believed.

But one that is definitely not a catcher in the rye is a palm reading offspring of Omar Shariff running a carpet shop in Capadocia, Turkey. He told me in mid May 2004 that I would be married in 3 months. I was on a Thelma & Louise trip with not a Brad in sight so I pooh-poohed it for all it was worth (but not too much as the man was generously pouring the local vino). Then off I hop to Cambridge where I met D, blah blah blah, and 3 months later flew off to Sydney to hang out for a spell. Unbeknownst to me he was at that time already looking for ring....so yes, some fortune tellers are to be believed.

The Rules of the Game (Cut and pasted from Rara's site)

1. If you want to participate, leave a comment below saying "interview me."

2. I will respond by asking you five questions - each person's will be different.

3. You will update your journal/blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.