It feels like forever since I last wrote in this blog. I missed the freedom and time when I can freely write at my heart's content! Somehow time is so scarce these days as I work from 10-7 and it's taking pretty much my whole day every day!
Anyway, since this is the first time I wrote her after a long-year hiatus, I thought let's do the 20 Questions tag! Let's see if I could give half-decent answers for these..
3 turn offs... 1) Lack of passion/enthusiasm 2) Rudeness. Can't stand 'em. 3) Lack of manner (i.e: people who makes chewing noise when they eat
3 turn ons.. 1) Positivity and energy! 2) Wittiness and love for random conversation 3) Black-rimmed glasses
Phobia: Frogs!
Celebrity crush: I have a lot! Haha. But at the moment it's probably between James McAvoy and Tom Welling
Smoke/drink: Social drinker but I've never smoked in my life!
Favorite movie: Before Sunrise and Before Sunset :)
Name: Err.. what does it mean? My name? My favorite name? Haha.
Favorite band: Changes every time, but right now I have to say probably One Direction 'cos I've been listening their new song 'Perfect' on repeat!
Favorite music artist: Sam Smith!
Embarrassing memory: Too many to recount! Haha. Probably a toss between the time I peed in public in a bookstore when I was (debatable) err.. very young.. err.. and the time I actually cried (genuinely sobbed) because my sister said my favorite Backstreet Boys' member has a sunken cheek.
Last thing ate: Tomyum cup noodle!
Last text received: Literally 1 minute ago from a colleague who said he got 3 days mc
4 things I hate.. 1) insects 2) fake people 3) mind-games 4) dishonesty
4 things I love! 1) The character Pacey from Dawson's Creek *swoons* 2) TV shows! 3) Travelling and seeing the world 4) Quotes, song lyrics, meaningful quotes. I basically love words.
Random fact: I'm actually an introvert
3 People I miss.. I only have one: my mom!
Tattoo I want: I never really thought of getting a tattoo but if I have to get one, I prolly will opt for a meaningful quote
A regret: Not behaving and making my mom proud when I still had the chance.
Wish at 11:11: Being able to spend the rest of my life travelling and experiencing new things
Craziest thing done.. You don't want to know. I've done pretty crazy things.
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Monday, 26 October 2015
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Lessons.
In recent years, I have learnt to appreciate genuine friends as they truly are. When we were younger, having a lot of friends was everything, don't you remember at how we used to measure one's popularity by seeing how many friends they have on Facebook? How vain can we be?
I come to treasure a few gems in my life who are not just convenient friends, or accidental friends, or even fake and superficial ones; but real, sincere and caring friends whom I know I can always turn to in times of need.
They may not be someone whom you meet every day or even every other week. But I think that's how you really know.
So let's cheer to our real friends whom are unaffected by life's circumstances.
I come to treasure a few gems in my life who are not just convenient friends, or accidental friends, or even fake and superficial ones; but real, sincere and caring friends whom I know I can always turn to in times of need.
They may not be someone whom you meet every day or even every other week. But I think that's how you really know.
So let's cheer to our real friends whom are unaffected by life's circumstances.
Saturday, 28 June 2014
Living life!
It's been a whirlwind of activities and business these past few weeks! I'm really enjoying my work tho, although it can be overwhelming sometimes. I think the secret to cope with everything is just to keep a positive mindset, and instead of looking at it as obstacles, think of it as challenges and goal that you can achieve!
Anyway I'm so grateful for my new colleagues and also friends who keep me happy and motivated just by being there! It's important to keep a balance too, you work hard and you gotta have fun!
I'm looking forward to having my elder sister back in Singapore! She has been away in Australia for the past 1.5 years and I'm so excited to have her back! She still is my best friend and closest confidante, it's truly a blessing to have a sister that is also your friend. At least you can't shake her off even when you have arguments! Right?
I think from now on I have to focus more on doing things that I enjoy too. I'm glad that I have made more time to meet old friends and reestablish connection with people that I have lost in touch with. I think working close to town has a lot to do with being able to do that. I promise that I won't take them for granted anymore.
I think this post is so random, I don't really know what I'm getting at, but hey who cares right? It's great to just be able to write at my heart's desire. For those of you who don't know, I have another blog that I share with my sisters: www.threeof1kind.wordpress.com. I'm making a mental note to write more in there too, but yes you should check it out if you like reading about travel, food, photography, pretty clothes and basically just happy things!
On that note, I'll see you soon and hope that you're doing great too, wherever you are! Remember, happiness is a choice!
Friday, 6 December 2013
You're not here, but it's ok.
I want to thank you for the listening ear, companionship and laughter that we've shared.
It probably doesn't mean much, but those are the lovely memories that I want to keep. Not about how it ends, but about the good parts.
Isn't it funny, that it seems like a lifetime ago when it happened?
Sometimes people drift apart and we wonder, why? What has changed? I am still me, and you are still you, yet everything changed.
"If he really wanted to talk to you, he'd make the effort to do so. Don't waste your time on someone who won't give you theirs."
It's okay though. Let's not hold grudges or dwell on the past. We both are alright. We won't even leave scars.
I wish you all the best and I hope you're happy.
Sunday, 17 November 2013
A long rant on life, mistakes and karma.
What a week it has been! First, we has successfully moved office and I still have both my hands and legs intact! Packing our stuffs was fine, but try moving our computer screens, CPUs, drawers and even our own chair! I think the amount of work I did during those two days is equivalent to my exercise regime in a year!
Now our office is much bigger, and each department has its own room, as compared to before when Marketing was sandwiched right in between Sales and Finance Team and well, let's just say that it could get very noisy and hectic! Now we have our own cold little office but after a week of settling here, I realized that maybe we are the noisy one!
Then we also had a new Marketing Manager joining us this week! Although for the past two days we have been very busy with introductory meetings and then Christmas decorating session. I hardly had time to sit down and start crossing out stuffs from my 'To-do list' which, honestly speaking, is getting longer and longer than the Great Wall of China. (Yeah, I should be concerned)
I need to dedicate a time this week to prepare my PR application too, since my appointment is early next week. Hopefully the second time is the charm this time.
Anyway, that's that about work in general. I realized something this week though; something very important. I know it sounds clichey, but people do get what they deserve. What goes around really comes around. We all talk about karma, and I guess we say it in passing, just like we talk about similar clichey like 'good things come to those who wait.'. I mean, it sounds right, but usually it's just something we tell ourselves so that we can remain optimistic.
But really, I feel that there is not enough kindness in this world. Everybody should be kind, for and foremost. And I always try to believe the good in people, give them the benefit of the doubt even when others tell me otherwise. We have to treat everybody with kindness, and I'm saying that regardless of our genders or position or anything else. But as women, it's especially important to empower each other, not be bitchy and mean and nasty and dishonest.
I have been hurt by people. Because of misunderstanding or miscommunication, it happens right? But I can't think of the last time that someone hurt me on purpose out of malicious intent, until recently. It was something uncalled for, unfair and I believe that nobody should be that mean to do such thing to anyone. And remember what I said about what goes around, comes around? Yeah, let's just say that something unfortunate happened to her, and maybe it's karma for what she has done to me, or maybe it's a compilation of other bad things she has done, but I believe that she gets what she deserves.
We all make mistakes, we hurt people we love, people around us. But I'd like to think that nobody should be mean to each other on purpose. When you're mean and you have evil intention to others, that's it. Everybody should support each other, encourage one another to be better. If you can't be nice to someone, at least don't hurt them. It's better to walk away. But as soon as you hurt someone intentionally, that's on you. That's what I can't understand.
One of my good friends told me that there are a lot of mean people out there and maybe I have not come across them yet in my life because I've led a sheltered life. And maybe he's right, and I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful for my parents who have protected me and surrounded me with great, loving, positive people. Even my friends all throughout school until university, they are a bunch of fun, loving, friendly people that I'm so grateful for.
I have not met such poisonous people until now, and I consider myself lucky. I hope I can keep it that way. And I will still treat people that I meet equally: with a smile. At least I'll try my best to. Whatever the outcome is, that's not up to us to decide. But take comfort in the fact that, people get what they deserve.
Now our office is much bigger, and each department has its own room, as compared to before when Marketing was sandwiched right in between Sales and Finance Team and well, let's just say that it could get very noisy and hectic! Now we have our own cold little office but after a week of settling here, I realized that maybe we are the noisy one!
Then we also had a new Marketing Manager joining us this week! Although for the past two days we have been very busy with introductory meetings and then Christmas decorating session. I hardly had time to sit down and start crossing out stuffs from my 'To-do list' which, honestly speaking, is getting longer and longer than the Great Wall of China. (Yeah, I should be concerned)
I need to dedicate a time this week to prepare my PR application too, since my appointment is early next week. Hopefully the second time is the charm this time.
Anyway, that's that about work in general. I realized something this week though; something very important. I know it sounds clichey, but people do get what they deserve. What goes around really comes around. We all talk about karma, and I guess we say it in passing, just like we talk about similar clichey like 'good things come to those who wait.'. I mean, it sounds right, but usually it's just something we tell ourselves so that we can remain optimistic.
But really, I feel that there is not enough kindness in this world. Everybody should be kind, for and foremost. And I always try to believe the good in people, give them the benefit of the doubt even when others tell me otherwise. We have to treat everybody with kindness, and I'm saying that regardless of our genders or position or anything else. But as women, it's especially important to empower each other, not be bitchy and mean and nasty and dishonest.
I have been hurt by people. Because of misunderstanding or miscommunication, it happens right? But I can't think of the last time that someone hurt me on purpose out of malicious intent, until recently. It was something uncalled for, unfair and I believe that nobody should be that mean to do such thing to anyone. And remember what I said about what goes around, comes around? Yeah, let's just say that something unfortunate happened to her, and maybe it's karma for what she has done to me, or maybe it's a compilation of other bad things she has done, but I believe that she gets what she deserves.
We all make mistakes, we hurt people we love, people around us. But I'd like to think that nobody should be mean to each other on purpose. When you're mean and you have evil intention to others, that's it. Everybody should support each other, encourage one another to be better. If you can't be nice to someone, at least don't hurt them. It's better to walk away. But as soon as you hurt someone intentionally, that's on you. That's what I can't understand.
One of my good friends told me that there are a lot of mean people out there and maybe I have not come across them yet in my life because I've led a sheltered life. And maybe he's right, and I'm thankful for that. I'm thankful for my parents who have protected me and surrounded me with great, loving, positive people. Even my friends all throughout school until university, they are a bunch of fun, loving, friendly people that I'm so grateful for.
I have not met such poisonous people until now, and I consider myself lucky. I hope I can keep it that way. And I will still treat people that I meet equally: with a smile. At least I'll try my best to. Whatever the outcome is, that's not up to us to decide. But take comfort in the fact that, people get what they deserve.
Wednesday, 30 May 2012
Adventures
I love getting away to somewhere I have never been.
In foreign places, everything seems more possible. I get a little bit braver and bolder to try new things, to walk new paths.
I travel to experience something different, and how much greater it is to be able to share it with someone you love.
The past year has been like a dream. It feels like I went to all these places for the first time, because I did it with you.
Somehow being lost feels fun and adventurous. Being in extreme cold as we shivered and huddled under our jackets feel exciting. Encountering dodgy money changers and trying to bargain our ways for stuffs feel like twice the fun.
I guess I have to thank you for that. For being the other half of my adventure. For experiencing all these with me.
I can’t wait for many, many adventures with you.
Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Up from hibernation
Hello there.
To whoever is still out there, hello! And glad to see you again. How long has it been, a few months, since I last graced this space with ‘long, rambling, and probably not worth reading’ words? Thanks! It’s always nice to be missed.
I’ve been busy! But it has been a really great last couple of months!
Here’s to recap: Work – work – Bali! – work- friends getting married – work – work – Hong Kong! Cousin getting married – work – work – Bali again! work – work – more friends getting married.
In conclusion? I’ve done up a shitload amount of work, I’ve been traveling around to keep my sanity, and generally, people just love getting married.
To whoever is still out there, hello! And glad to see you again. How long has it been, a few months, since I last graced this space with ‘long, rambling, and probably not worth reading’ words? Thanks! It’s always nice to be missed.
I’ve been busy! But it has been a really great last couple of months!
Here’s to recap: Work – work – Bali! – work- friends getting married – work – work – Hong Kong! Cousin getting married – work – work – Bali again! work – work – more friends getting married.
In conclusion? I’ve done up a shitload amount of work, I’ve been traveling around to keep my sanity, and generally, people just love getting married.
Friday, 6 January 2012
Top Ten List
Here are the top 10 (but not limited, and in no chronological order) reasons why my boyfriend rules:
1) He puts up with my emotional hurryhah-ness
Just last night, I was feeling wide awake even though it was already past midnight and my brain has been yelling “go sleep, woman!” for my own good. But I couldn’t seem to fall into sleep. Even though he was busy at work, he still made time to reply to my non-important messages and entertained me on the phone until it was over 3 in the morning when I finally started feeling sleepy. He even had to eat his supper while talking to me because I was just being so damn high-maintenance. Seriously, I wouldn’t even date me. He’s really a star and I love him for putting up with all my highs and lows.
2) He makes the best love poem
On our first month anniversary, he wrote me a poem. (Actually, he insisted that the poem wasn’t done yet but I kinda forced him to give it to me. But psst. Let’s just pretend he gave it to me willingly.) It was a simple poem, written in his unruly handwritings (which I love. I love people’s handwritings, and especially his. I could be biased. Totally.) It wasn’t Shakespeare’s masterpiece, but it was the sweetest thing he could have given me at the time. I hold it dearly and it still makes me grin the widest and toothiest grin whenever I see it.
3) His constant reassuring ways to let me know that he loves me
I get jealous. I get insecure. Some other guys probably don’t have the patience to entertain their girlfriends whenever this happens. A friend of mine once shared with me that her boyfriend would just say “don’t be ridiculous” and leave it at that when she admitted of being jealous about something. My boyfriend is the most awesome, loving guy who has never failed to reassure me that I have nothing to be jealous about. He does it so perfectly that I can do nothing but believe him. Just thinking about it makes me want to run up to him and give him a super big hug right now.
4) He has just the right amount of dorkiness that complement mine perfectly
I’m a dork, and this has been pointed out by people a lot of times before. Sometimes I do ridiculous and embarrassing things just to amuse myself, like dancing around the house, or pretending to speak with an accent. But with my boyfriend, it’s not just that he understands and gets me perfectly down to my dorkiest cell, he’s also the dorkiest, most adorable person I have ever met. When everyone would just look at me and laugh whenever I did something silly, my boyfriend would crack me up by doing something even more embarrassing or taking part in the said-silly thing with me.
5) His love for movies, songs, places, pepper lunch and banana honey prata with ice cream
I could not imagine being with someone who doesn’t enjoy going to the movies, or seeing new places while traveling, or sharing my big appetite for food, and all of these things - my boyfriend is the perfect companion. We go to the movies a few times a week and we love planning for travel schemes and sharing new things together, and hey! Who would’ve known, he shares my love for crabs, pepper lunch and banana honey prata with ice cream too! Seriously, is there anything else I could ask for? He rocks.
6) His unapologetic passion for things he loves
I love people with great passion. I think it shows individuality and uniqueness as a person, and I find it really attractive. I love that my boyfriend is addicted to Transformers, I love that he knows all Manchester United players and stats at the back of his hand, and I love that during our recent visit to Dinosaurs Exhibition, he could point out all the Dino facts they got wrong and corrected them. I love that he’s unapologetic about them, and I love it even more that even though we don’t necessarily share the same passion, we find ways to always respect each other’s.
7) His patience for tolerating my cheesiness, mushiness and manjaness
I have a cheesy streak the size of a bull. And when these things hit, he patiently listens, entertains, or try to out-cheeses me, always makes me smile. He never belittles my feelings, or makes fun of these perfectly mock-able traits of mine. Instead, all of the time he hugs me and tells me that he *enter the cheesiest verb you can think of* too.
8) He has the most awesome laugh
I think we all agree that laughter is the best medicine. We can’t take life too seriously and it’s easy when your boyfriend has the most awesome laugh. Mine laughs without inhibitions, loud and infectious. His laughter is the loudest in the room, and I can’t help but laugh along, ruffling his hair playfully because he’s just so adorable.
9) His listening ear
I’m pretty convinced he must have a magic ear for always being ready to listen to my ramblings and stories (which I’m sure he’s not even remotely interested in half of the time). But he never fails to be there for me. Always. Sometimes I take this for granted, but whenever I think about it, I’m so very grateful for his constant willingness to lend me a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, or any of his other body parts for my emotional well-being.
10) He’s a writer
A great one at that. I’ve always had a thing for writers. I wish there are some better explanations for this, but I just think writers are really sexy. I love seeing his writings, a part of me cheers along whenever I see his name on the paper, and I can’t be prouder that he’s mine. (audience cue: “aaaawwww.”)
11) He reads my mind and completes my sentences
Is he secretly a Jedi? *wishful*
Okay, that was 11. Ooops.
See? I told you I have the best boyfriend in whole world.
1) He puts up with my emotional hurryhah-ness
Just last night, I was feeling wide awake even though it was already past midnight and my brain has been yelling “go sleep, woman!” for my own good. But I couldn’t seem to fall into sleep. Even though he was busy at work, he still made time to reply to my non-important messages and entertained me on the phone until it was over 3 in the morning when I finally started feeling sleepy. He even had to eat his supper while talking to me because I was just being so damn high-maintenance. Seriously, I wouldn’t even date me. He’s really a star and I love him for putting up with all my highs and lows.
2) He makes the best love poem
On our first month anniversary, he wrote me a poem. (Actually, he insisted that the poem wasn’t done yet but I kinda forced him to give it to me. But psst. Let’s just pretend he gave it to me willingly.) It was a simple poem, written in his unruly handwritings (which I love. I love people’s handwritings, and especially his. I could be biased. Totally.) It wasn’t Shakespeare’s masterpiece, but it was the sweetest thing he could have given me at the time. I hold it dearly and it still makes me grin the widest and toothiest grin whenever I see it.
3) His constant reassuring ways to let me know that he loves me
I get jealous. I get insecure. Some other guys probably don’t have the patience to entertain their girlfriends whenever this happens. A friend of mine once shared with me that her boyfriend would just say “don’t be ridiculous” and leave it at that when she admitted of being jealous about something. My boyfriend is the most awesome, loving guy who has never failed to reassure me that I have nothing to be jealous about. He does it so perfectly that I can do nothing but believe him. Just thinking about it makes me want to run up to him and give him a super big hug right now.
4) He has just the right amount of dorkiness that complement mine perfectly
I’m a dork, and this has been pointed out by people a lot of times before. Sometimes I do ridiculous and embarrassing things just to amuse myself, like dancing around the house, or pretending to speak with an accent. But with my boyfriend, it’s not just that he understands and gets me perfectly down to my dorkiest cell, he’s also the dorkiest, most adorable person I have ever met. When everyone would just look at me and laugh whenever I did something silly, my boyfriend would crack me up by doing something even more embarrassing or taking part in the said-silly thing with me.
5) His love for movies, songs, places, pepper lunch and banana honey prata with ice cream
I could not imagine being with someone who doesn’t enjoy going to the movies, or seeing new places while traveling, or sharing my big appetite for food, and all of these things - my boyfriend is the perfect companion. We go to the movies a few times a week and we love planning for travel schemes and sharing new things together, and hey! Who would’ve known, he shares my love for crabs, pepper lunch and banana honey prata with ice cream too! Seriously, is there anything else I could ask for? He rocks.
6) His unapologetic passion for things he loves
I love people with great passion. I think it shows individuality and uniqueness as a person, and I find it really attractive. I love that my boyfriend is addicted to Transformers, I love that he knows all Manchester United players and stats at the back of his hand, and I love that during our recent visit to Dinosaurs Exhibition, he could point out all the Dino facts they got wrong and corrected them. I love that he’s unapologetic about them, and I love it even more that even though we don’t necessarily share the same passion, we find ways to always respect each other’s.
7) His patience for tolerating my cheesiness, mushiness and manjaness
I have a cheesy streak the size of a bull. And when these things hit, he patiently listens, entertains, or try to out-cheeses me, always makes me smile. He never belittles my feelings, or makes fun of these perfectly mock-able traits of mine. Instead, all of the time he hugs me and tells me that he *enter the cheesiest verb you can think of* too.
8) He has the most awesome laugh
I think we all agree that laughter is the best medicine. We can’t take life too seriously and it’s easy when your boyfriend has the most awesome laugh. Mine laughs without inhibitions, loud and infectious. His laughter is the loudest in the room, and I can’t help but laugh along, ruffling his hair playfully because he’s just so adorable.
9) His listening ear
I’m pretty convinced he must have a magic ear for always being ready to listen to my ramblings and stories (which I’m sure he’s not even remotely interested in half of the time). But he never fails to be there for me. Always. Sometimes I take this for granted, but whenever I think about it, I’m so very grateful for his constant willingness to lend me a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on, or any of his other body parts for my emotional well-being.
10) He’s a writer
A great one at that. I’ve always had a thing for writers. I wish there are some better explanations for this, but I just think writers are really sexy. I love seeing his writings, a part of me cheers along whenever I see his name on the paper, and I can’t be prouder that he’s mine. (audience cue: “aaaawwww.”)
11) He reads my mind and completes my sentences
Is he secretly a Jedi? *wishful*
Okay, that was 11. Ooops.
See? I told you I have the best boyfriend in whole world.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
New Year, New Beginnings.
In the upcoming year, I’m sure I’m going to find new challenges. As of now, I’m already thinking about getting a new job although hearing about all the plans my boss has for next year is actually pretty exciting, so we’ll see about that. Some of my friends are getting married and it seems like everyone’s moving ahead. Or at least, just moving. Although it has been a blissful year, but I know I have to get out of my comfort zone and try something different too.
My hope for the new year is to have the courage to do just that.
Sometimes I wish I could just fast-forward the time just to see if in the end it’s all worth it, but since such time machine has yet to be invented, all we can do is continue doing our best in everything.
Happy New Year, everyone!
Saturday, 8 October 2011
Monday, 29 August 2011
Home.
I was driving down unfamiliar roads trying to find a place called home. I stuck my arms out the window to try to become a part of the wind to see if I could blow away. I watched my reflection in the mirror as my hair danced and my skin shivered. I watched as I tried to make myself comfortable in a city that holds my belongings. You always said, “Who says where your belongings are is where you belong?” Maybe one day I’ll end up somewhere where I’ll feel like I belong and you won’t be too far behind.
Thursday, 25 August 2011
Nonsensical rant
I came across this blog post when I was browsing through the internet. The author wrote a response to another blogger who made a list about why being single rules. This was what she said:
Single: You can have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want.
Coupled: You have the best, most intimate, sex ever with one special person.
Single: You have the time to enjoy all the activities you want to do.
Coupled: You enjoy all the activities you want to do with someone else.
Single: You are free to hang out with your friends.
Coupled: You get to hang out with your best friend all the time
Does that mean that single people can’t lead a fruitful, wholesome, fulfilling life? Well, not really. Some of my happiest memories occurred when I was single.
I think what she meant with that list is that it’s important to be able to feel happy on our own. That our happiness won’t depend entirely on someone else. That’s the first thing.
You know, positive, comparative, superlative?
Being with someone whom we love, and if we’re really fortunate, decides to love us back? That just makes things better. It doesn’t mean that things weren’t good to begin with, but it is a different kind of happiness altogether.
I feel like I can really appreciate having dearie in my life now because I'm used to being on my own. Now he is the first person I think about whenever something funny happens at work, whenever I see something good on TV, whenever I just feel like ranting and whining.
It’s an amazing feeling being able to give a little of yourself to someone else. To want to make someone else happy. That our own happiness is not just what matters. That we’re thinking for two now instead of one. It is humbling, yet at the same time, so full of joy and happiness beyond description.
I’ve always made a mistake for being so negative before when it comes to relationships. I always have that thought in the back of mind that it wouldn’t last. That somehow I would get bored or he would screw it up, or I would screw it up or any 101 other possible scenarios.
I feel really positive now though. I allow myself to hope, to see that maybe this one would be different, that it would last.
You know what? I’m not going to jinx it by being overly dreamy about it (even though I can’t help it because things are going so perfect), but I guess I just want to say this one thing.
If (and this is a big IF that I hope won’t ever happen) somehow things don’t work out with me and dearie in the end, there won’t come a time that I regret having him in my life right now. Whatever happens, there's no way.
Single: You can have sex with whoever you want, whenever you want.
Coupled: You have the best, most intimate, sex ever with one special person.
Single: You have the time to enjoy all the activities you want to do.
Coupled: You enjoy all the activities you want to do with someone else.
Single: You are free to hang out with your friends.
Coupled: You get to hang out with your best friend all the time
Does that mean that single people can’t lead a fruitful, wholesome, fulfilling life? Well, not really. Some of my happiest memories occurred when I was single.
I think what she meant with that list is that it’s important to be able to feel happy on our own. That our happiness won’t depend entirely on someone else. That’s the first thing.
You know, positive, comparative, superlative?
Being with someone whom we love, and if we’re really fortunate, decides to love us back? That just makes things better. It doesn’t mean that things weren’t good to begin with, but it is a different kind of happiness altogether.
I feel like I can really appreciate having dearie in my life now because I'm used to being on my own. Now he is the first person I think about whenever something funny happens at work, whenever I see something good on TV, whenever I just feel like ranting and whining.
It’s an amazing feeling being able to give a little of yourself to someone else. To want to make someone else happy. That our own happiness is not just what matters. That we’re thinking for two now instead of one. It is humbling, yet at the same time, so full of joy and happiness beyond description.
I’ve always made a mistake for being so negative before when it comes to relationships. I always have that thought in the back of mind that it wouldn’t last. That somehow I would get bored or he would screw it up, or I would screw it up or any 101 other possible scenarios.
I feel really positive now though. I allow myself to hope, to see that maybe this one would be different, that it would last.
You know what? I’m not going to jinx it by being overly dreamy about it (even though I can’t help it because things are going so perfect), but I guess I just want to say this one thing.
If (and this is a big IF that I hope won’t ever happen) somehow things don’t work out with me and dearie in the end, there won’t come a time that I regret having him in my life right now. Whatever happens, there's no way.
Thursday, 18 August 2011
Dear my 20-years old self,
Hi, it’s me. Hopefully a more mature version of yourself since I’m currently writing this in the office, where I actually work and gain a stable income every month (bring the bacon home, as the cool kids say it.) I bet you have no idea what you’re going to do when you grow up from where you’re standing right now, do you?
Well, let me just say that although I may not exactly an award-winning, best-selling author like you dream you were going to be at 24 yet, I’m still doing pretty alright, I guess. But okay, that’s a discussion for another time, okay?
I guess the purpose of me writing to you right now, is just to tell you, that it’s okay being young. It’s okay having fun and going out with your friends because hey, this is the time to do so. But, be careful. Although you may not think so right now, not everyone you meet is going to take care of you and treat you right. Especially the people you meet on your nights out, however cute they may be.
Be wary and suspicious of people; it’s okay. It doesn’t mean that you are incapable of trusting, it just means that you can select who to trust wisely. That way, you won’t get hurt. And believe me, not everyone is worthy of your trust.
There would be times when you think you have everything in the world to be happy because you have great friends and great parties every week. You’d feel superficially happy because you have different dates every week and random hookups on ladies night. But trust me; there would be times when you feel tired of it all because at the end of the day, these people don’t matter. Confide in your friends, they are the ones that are still going to be there no matter what, so don’t ever take them for granted or choose some insignificant guys over their company.
Having said that, have fun but be smart about it. It’s not attractive getting drunk at 8pm and I know you’ve been through that. (Oops, or haven’t you? Oh spoiler! Watch out, you better be ready for it! SUBA! Ladies night! Free flow of Cosmopolitan! Those little buggers are dangerous!)
I know how you feel sometimes. You see your friends who are happy in their relationships, and you think if you are ever going to get that too. I know how scared you are at commitment. But hey, don’t worry about that yeah? You are young. There are plenty of time for commitments and relationships, and take it from me (and I’m your future self, so you better believe me), you will have that someone who makes you naturally and effortlessly happy, and it’s going to be wonderful because he is awesome and you have the rest of your time to be committed. So really, at 20, you shouldn’t be worrying over this at all. Sadly, you will have to go ‘kiss some frogs’ before you get to this wonderful boy, but it’s okay, it’ll be worth it.
Besides, what you have to go through makes me who I am today, right? And at the risk of sounding a lil' boastful, I think I’m turning out to be pretty darn alright.
Well, let me just say that although I may not exactly an award-winning, best-selling author like you dream you were going to be at 24 yet, I’m still doing pretty alright, I guess. But okay, that’s a discussion for another time, okay?
I guess the purpose of me writing to you right now, is just to tell you, that it’s okay being young. It’s okay having fun and going out with your friends because hey, this is the time to do so. But, be careful. Although you may not think so right now, not everyone you meet is going to take care of you and treat you right. Especially the people you meet on your nights out, however cute they may be.
Be wary and suspicious of people; it’s okay. It doesn’t mean that you are incapable of trusting, it just means that you can select who to trust wisely. That way, you won’t get hurt. And believe me, not everyone is worthy of your trust.
There would be times when you think you have everything in the world to be happy because you have great friends and great parties every week. You’d feel superficially happy because you have different dates every week and random hookups on ladies night. But trust me; there would be times when you feel tired of it all because at the end of the day, these people don’t matter. Confide in your friends, they are the ones that are still going to be there no matter what, so don’t ever take them for granted or choose some insignificant guys over their company.
Having said that, have fun but be smart about it. It’s not attractive getting drunk at 8pm and I know you’ve been through that. (Oops, or haven’t you? Oh spoiler! Watch out, you better be ready for it! SUBA! Ladies night! Free flow of Cosmopolitan! Those little buggers are dangerous!)
I know how you feel sometimes. You see your friends who are happy in their relationships, and you think if you are ever going to get that too. I know how scared you are at commitment. But hey, don’t worry about that yeah? You are young. There are plenty of time for commitments and relationships, and take it from me (and I’m your future self, so you better believe me), you will have that someone who makes you naturally and effortlessly happy, and it’s going to be wonderful because he is awesome and you have the rest of your time to be committed. So really, at 20, you shouldn’t be worrying over this at all. Sadly, you will have to go ‘kiss some frogs’ before you get to this wonderful boy, but it’s okay, it’ll be worth it.
Besides, what you have to go through makes me who I am today, right? And at the risk of sounding a lil' boastful, I think I’m turning out to be pretty darn alright.
Tuesday, 12 July 2011
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Mickey Mouse Situation
My office had an uninvited visitor yesterday. It started with my colleague exclaiming, "Christina! There's a rat here somewhere!" first thing in the morning when my brain was still grogilly switching between "shit, it's Monday again" and "shit, it's Monday again". It means, no, I wasn't in any way prepared to face a mouse-rat-situation.
Let's just say that the whole day I was on edge. We couldn't find it behind the boxes, which means, it could be anywhere, including underneath my desk! It didn't help that my colleagues sensed my unrealistic (but very real) fear and they started making jerk sudden movement everytime they passed my desk for the sole purpose of scaring me off.
At one point, one of them actually said that the rat might be hiding under my chair and bite my toes! But I like my toes! They help to keep me..balanced. And proportional. And pretty?
Sometime in the afternoon, I actually saw the mouse run from one end to the next but it was gone before none of us could react. I doubt my scream helped anyone to catch the mouse but what was I supposed to do, right? One of us actually brought in a trap with some food inside and placed it at the corner.
But until the end of the day, the rat was nowhere to be seen, and I actually skipped lunch. Hm, not that one had anything to do with the other. I don't think so? Probably doesn't help that Greg started saying that rats loved food and that I should be extra careful placing my instant noodles!
"Why are you so...." my colleague asked me with amused expression after he successfully managed to scare me off (again). (Really? That is soooo elementary school.)
"Jumpy?" I offered to finish his sentence.
Ha. I've been asking myself the very same question for years. I don't know why I'm so jumpy aside from the fact that I am. How else am I gonna explain it?
Why am I so scared of animals? Why am I scared of horror movies? Why am I scared of ghosts? Well, why don't you get me checked and maybe we can find out the answer.
This morning, when I arrived in the office, I was greeted by the announcement that the rat has been apprehended. It was safely tucked away in the trap. "Come see it!" my colleague said.
"Er..how about..no!"
"Why! I should give the rat to you..Make you face your fears," he said, with unnecessary excitement that was, to me, very uncalled for.
Let's just say that the whole day I was on edge. We couldn't find it behind the boxes, which means, it could be anywhere, including underneath my desk! It didn't help that my colleagues sensed my unrealistic (but very real) fear and they started making jerk sudden movement everytime they passed my desk for the sole purpose of scaring me off.
At one point, one of them actually said that the rat might be hiding under my chair and bite my toes! But I like my toes! They help to keep me..balanced. And proportional. And pretty?
Sometime in the afternoon, I actually saw the mouse run from one end to the next but it was gone before none of us could react. I doubt my scream helped anyone to catch the mouse but what was I supposed to do, right? One of us actually brought in a trap with some food inside and placed it at the corner.
But until the end of the day, the rat was nowhere to be seen, and I actually skipped lunch. Hm, not that one had anything to do with the other. I don't think so? Probably doesn't help that Greg started saying that rats loved food and that I should be extra careful placing my instant noodles!
"Why are you so...." my colleague asked me with amused expression after he successfully managed to scare me off (again). (Really? That is soooo elementary school.)
"Jumpy?" I offered to finish his sentence.
Ha. I've been asking myself the very same question for years. I don't know why I'm so jumpy aside from the fact that I am. How else am I gonna explain it?
Why am I so scared of animals? Why am I scared of horror movies? Why am I scared of ghosts? Well, why don't you get me checked and maybe we can find out the answer.
This morning, when I arrived in the office, I was greeted by the announcement that the rat has been apprehended. It was safely tucked away in the trap. "Come see it!" my colleague said.
"Er..how about..no!"
"Why! I should give the rat to you..Make you face your fears," he said, with unnecessary excitement that was, to me, very uncalled for.
Friday, 4 March 2011
A little privacy, please.
There was a system which should be simple enough to understand. Especially since everyone is an adult. The thing with a unisex toilet means, that one should wait for his/her turn if someone else is inside. Nothing more awkward than exchanging smile or small talks in between cubicles. Imagine 'bumping' into the opposite sex while you're washing your hand after finishing up a certain nasty business.
It was not hard since there were three slippers provided, two pairs for the gents, and one for the ladies. One, two, three. It does not require an advanced deductive or mathematical skill, even. So one might wonder, how could there be a flaw in such a seemingly elementary concept?
Like one day, she was wearing her slippers inside the loo. As she was still washing her hands, a careless gent stormed in to the 'establishment'. Startled but unapologetic, he exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Oh," she replied, "you know, just lounging here... Chilling, enjoying the glorious toilet scent and its breathtaking view."
She should have said that, really. But in fact, it was only in her head. What was she doing inside a toilet? Dear god, what could it possibly be? The possibilities are endless!
With an irritated grunt, she said nothing and slipped outside.
Another day, same starting story. She was washing her hands when she heard noises outside, and a gent pushed open the toilet door. The second he saw her, he made a loud noise which sounded like "sorry!", his whole body trembling and he was muttering sorry over and over again while trying to get out immediately. His dramatic reaction could resemble an act of a guilty kid who has just been caught stealing.
It made her feel so bad! Why would she feel bad?
Well, the only thing he was stealing was some privacy! She made her way out and said, "it's okay, go ahead, I'm done" to the poor awkward dude who was still trembling in horror.
No! She doesn't want to freak some dude out or blurt out sarcastic remarks to the insensitive bloke! What she wants is just a little privacy!
It was not hard since there were three slippers provided, two pairs for the gents, and one for the ladies. One, two, three. It does not require an advanced deductive or mathematical skill, even. So one might wonder, how could there be a flaw in such a seemingly elementary concept?
Like one day, she was wearing her slippers inside the loo. As she was still washing her hands, a careless gent stormed in to the 'establishment'. Startled but unapologetic, he exclaimed, "What are you doing?"
"Oh," she replied, "you know, just lounging here... Chilling, enjoying the glorious toilet scent and its breathtaking view."
She should have said that, really. But in fact, it was only in her head. What was she doing inside a toilet? Dear god, what could it possibly be? The possibilities are endless!
With an irritated grunt, she said nothing and slipped outside.
Another day, same starting story. She was washing her hands when she heard noises outside, and a gent pushed open the toilet door. The second he saw her, he made a loud noise which sounded like "sorry!", his whole body trembling and he was muttering sorry over and over again while trying to get out immediately. His dramatic reaction could resemble an act of a guilty kid who has just been caught stealing.
It made her feel so bad! Why would she feel bad?
Well, the only thing he was stealing was some privacy! She made her way out and said, "it's okay, go ahead, I'm done" to the poor awkward dude who was still trembling in horror.
No! She doesn't want to freak some dude out or blurt out sarcastic remarks to the insensitive bloke! What she wants is just a little privacy!
Monday, 28 February 2011
Domestic.
I was suddenly possessed by the spirit of Martha Stewart over the weekend. Yeah, scary, huh? I felt so domestic to the point that I decided to cook my sisters and cousin a hearty dinner.They complained and objected the idea, but I insisted. I might have even threatened them a little. But I told you, I was possessed. Even on Saturday as we went grocery shopping, I could not contain my excitement. Running wildly from aisle to aisle, I picked up pasta and spaghetti sauce and tom yum soup paste and mushrooms and carrots and potatoes as if my life depended on it.
Anyway, everyone was pretty busy on Sunday so I offered to make baked pasta for dinner. It wasn’t rocket science, really. I was a little ashamed that I couldn’t impress you more by saying I made, um, risotto with scallops or something fancier like that. But perhaps you would be slightly impressed too by ‘baked pasta’, right until I told you how simple and easy the process actually was. A 5-year old kid could make that too. And then, your impressed-face would disappear as fast as my money after payday.
All I did was washing, chopping, boiling, mixing, adding sauce and salt and tada! Putting it in the oven and voila!
Hey, don’t look at me that way. Actually I enjoy cooking once in a while if there’s an occasion and an audience (even though I would have to force them into eating it.)
The problem is that I’m a lazy bum who would rather sleep and wake up to a well-prepared, all-ready, take-away food than cooking it from scratch.
Well, nobody’s perfect.
(Are you holding back the urge to throw up? Cos I kinda am.)
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Stop
I'm scared that I'm not good enough for you. I'm scared that you see my many imperfections. I'm scared that I'm not worth keeping.
You're afraid that I may look somewhere else. You're afraid your sense of humour is beginning to bore me. You're afraid I'm never going to let you in.
Can we just drop our worries and fear and stop thinking for a second? And who knows, we might have gotten somewhere.
You're afraid that I may look somewhere else. You're afraid your sense of humour is beginning to bore me. You're afraid I'm never going to let you in.
Can we just drop our worries and fear and stop thinking for a second? And who knows, we might have gotten somewhere.
What I learn from my waitressing job.
Adopting a robotic smile
Saying 'thank you' even when you were given rubbish
Looking perky even though my outfits were drowning me. (think: oversized shirt and an even bigger apron)
Carrying a number of bowls of ramen at one-go
Pouring hot-plate sauce
Checking out cute customers
Working a 12-hour shift
Socializing with chefs
Sweeping and mopping floors daily
Checking out cute customers
Acting busy in front of the owner
Knowing the menu inside out 'til the sight of a big hot bowl of ramen made me slightly nauseous.
Checking out cute customers
Checking out cute customers
Oops, wait. I said that already.
Saying 'thank you' even when you were given rubbish
Looking perky even though my outfits were drowning me. (think: oversized shirt and an even bigger apron)
Carrying a number of bowls of ramen at one-go
Pouring hot-plate sauce
Checking out cute customers
Working a 12-hour shift
Socializing with chefs
Sweeping and mopping floors daily
Checking out cute customers
Acting busy in front of the owner
Knowing the menu inside out 'til the sight of a big hot bowl of ramen made me slightly nauseous.
Checking out cute customers
Checking out cute customers
Oops, wait. I said that already.
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Shameless Dance
So it's day 2 in "Let's Write Everyday" Challenge. Haha, nah. I think labeling it as a challenge is just making it doomed to fail. I don't like labels, ha!
Anyway, I want to share with you this weird thing happening to me last night. I was suddenly hit with an intense epiphany, so strong and overpowering that I started dancing around the house shamelessly much to everyone's horror.
I started with a dance around my room accompanied with an Olly Murs' track I couldn't get enough of these days, and then my sister came home from work so I proceeded swaying and pulling off dorky dance moves across the living and dining room like a spastic.
I don't know, but I was just so happy without reason and I get hyper when I'm happy. If I have to explain it, perhaps these were the contributing factors of my sudden epiphany:
1.I was really, really excited of coming home this weekend and it was just 5 days away!
2.I just finished watching The Sweetest Thing on cable tv; the one with Cameron Diaz. It was a total feel-good chick lit movie which made you feel like you've just wasted an hour of your live, yet, for some weird reason, it cheered you up and you enjoyed it tremendously (although you wouldn't admit it to your date.)
3.I was currently obsessed with this Olly Murs' song and it was such an easy-listening, feel-good track you couldn't help but to sway to.
I guess it was a combination of them all, so I was just really, really happy last night. My sisters and cousin looked at me like I was crazy, but it wasn't the first time I danced around the house or behaved like I'm 10 years old, so they were quite forgiving and less judgmental.
If I could be this happy and high everyday, who needs booze anymore, seriously?
Anyway, I want to share with you this weird thing happening to me last night. I was suddenly hit with an intense epiphany, so strong and overpowering that I started dancing around the house shamelessly much to everyone's horror.
I started with a dance around my room accompanied with an Olly Murs' track I couldn't get enough of these days, and then my sister came home from work so I proceeded swaying and pulling off dorky dance moves across the living and dining room like a spastic.
I don't know, but I was just so happy without reason and I get hyper when I'm happy. If I have to explain it, perhaps these were the contributing factors of my sudden epiphany:
1.I was really, really excited of coming home this weekend and it was just 5 days away!
2.I just finished watching The Sweetest Thing on cable tv; the one with Cameron Diaz. It was a total feel-good chick lit movie which made you feel like you've just wasted an hour of your live, yet, for some weird reason, it cheered you up and you enjoyed it tremendously (although you wouldn't admit it to your date.)
3.I was currently obsessed with this Olly Murs' song and it was such an easy-listening, feel-good track you couldn't help but to sway to.
I guess it was a combination of them all, so I was just really, really happy last night. My sisters and cousin looked at me like I was crazy, but it wasn't the first time I danced around the house or behaved like I'm 10 years old, so they were quite forgiving and less judgmental.
If I could be this happy and high everyday, who needs booze anymore, seriously?
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