Something that rhymes with schmranting.

What is up with my internet, ey! Speaking of internet, it's funny that last Friday the internet in our office died for a few hours, and it left all crippled! I mean, we couldn't do much of anything without internet. The interesting thing is that last week I was out with a friend of mine wearing a t-shirt with the words "technology ruins romance."

Which is essentially true, you see. These days when you meet someone you like, you stalk 'em on facebook. Which is unromantic, right? Long gone were the days when guys actually worked hard to find out things about girls. Now, everything is out in the open. Chey. Anyway, sorry for getting sidetracked here. Yeah, so while the internet was dead, I randomly thought about how technology doesn't only ruin romance, it also kills our efficiency in working! Well, sort of. I just realized that a few hours of work without internet almost equals to no work at all! It's a little extreme, huh?

So. Anyway. Just wanna give an update! I've been a lazy bum these days when it comes to writing on this blog. Work has been crazy! I'm a little freaked out by the amount of work I need to do. I'm not good in multitasking. You know what I really need? A game plan. Yeah, exactly. I need to work out a proper time line and to-do list and work based on that. I'm an organized freak that way.

However, I'm gonna try to stay positive and not let it get to me too much. Too much, okay! And I'm looking forward to next week! Have lots of things planned out to keep me sane! It's gonna be a fun week. Just wish I'll survive work!

My dad has gone back home, and it's crazy because he's now intending to sell our apartment! He's kicking us out! Which means, we gotta look for a new place. Well, yeah it won't be in such a near future, but my sisters have gone apartment-hunting this afternoon at a condo in the east side. I'm a westener by heart though, so hopefully we can still get a place somewhere in the west, if not central! Hmm. Will see about that.

Well. This has been a total waste of post. Haha! My brain is not operating on Sundays! Sunday night, especially.

Quote of the Day

Loving someone means taking the risk that they might fuck up your nicely ordered little life.

Ghostly experience?

Oh my god! So, I'm gonna share something a little creepy here. I was probably half hallucinating, half dreaming last night when it happened. I was in a lethargic state as I was so tired from the long weekend.

So I was in bed, and I kept tossing and turning for some reason. Although my body was tired, my brain couldn't shut down. I think some moment might have passed before I realized something. So my bed side was near the window, and at that point I was lying sideways facing the window. Do you know how you can still see something even though your eyes are closed?

I don't know, suddenly I just felt and saw a hectic movement of hand gestures as if someone was waving frantically at me. It's as if I saw it right in front of me without actually seeing it. It came from the window and it became unbearable not to notice because like I said, you can just feel it.

But as it happened, I realized that it couldn't be possible because I was in bed and there's no way someone was waving at me from outside the window! Before anything could register into my mind, impulsively I opened my eyes even though if I were smart enough, I should have just kept my eyes shut because who knows what I might find staring back at me?! OMG!

For that split second that I opened my eyes, I could have sworn I saw a hand throughout the window! Like it wanted to shake me and my whole body just jerked in fear! During that few seconds I was really, really afraid and I was convinced I just had my first encounter with ghost!

I turned my body to the other side so I wouldn't be facing the window anymore and lied there for a few seconds in cold sweat, shutting my eyes hard and reassuring myself it was just my imagination, dream, or both. Weirdly enough, after those few seconds of pure fear and shock, I was calm afterwards. I mean, you would think that I would have run away so fast and went to my dad's room like a little baby! But I just simply moved to the other way and continued laying there!

After another moment, nothing happened and I just kept my eyes shut! All the while I kept thinking, what the fuck just happened?! It felt surprisingly real! Yet everything was just so surreal!

Somehow though I managed to fall back to sleep and now it just felt like it was a strange dream. But it wasn't. I could still remember the deep shit fear I was feeling as I felt those hands waving in front of my face and that hand reaching out from the window!

What the f*** lah?!! That was really, really, really, really creepy, alright?!!

Quote of the Day

You are your hair and your eyes and your thoughts. You are what you look at and what you feel and what you do about it. The light from the sun is still a part of the sun. My thoughts of you are as real as any part of you.

Serenity

You make my feet light
When my heart weighs as stone
Bring sheerest delight
When I'm dark and alone.

And though I am not
What I long so to be
You hold my face high
And you bring me to see.

That beauty is kindness
And peace is in reach
For my constant unrest
You send calming heartbeats.

So take now my sorrow
This lackluster gaze
And make me more like You.

by Shawna.

;P

So me.

❒ taken ❒ single ✔ pining after fictional characters

Party and Work.

Oh, man. I got the shock of my life when I checked my bank account today. I spent almost 500 bucks just over the weekend, buying whatever shits I can't even recall now!

No, I'm kidding. I actually remember each of them vividly. The worst thing is that I don't even regret buying them although now my pocket has to suffer from being too light of money! Over lunch today we talked about places and travels and man, my travel bug is getting active again! But I can't really take leave yet until my probation is over. Good thing is that I'm enjoying my job now, so hopefully time will just pass by like shuuush! and I'll get to go on a holiday again before I know it! (little chance, but oh well. A girl can dream.)

Anyway! I just wanna share a bit about the party that my boss threw over the weekend which was just absolutely superb! Wouldn't go into much details aside from that his house was so sick! It's just amazing and you know you've made it into the big league when the view from your terrace is the Singapore water and your mode of transportation around is a private yacht! Or wait for it, when you have a freaking lift in your house!

He's kind enough to let us take a spin around on it. I am definitely motivated now to work even harder so I can enjoy a good life such as this. Yes, a dollar at at time. Ha!

I love this picture! I'm loving my colleagues now! Working doesn't feel much like a tough job when these people are around.

Sam and I at dusk time.

It was just a great evening! I'm still in high spirit today even though it's Monday! Went on a good meeting at the marina and managed to go back home on time! Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, come quickly! I can't wait for the weekend!

Passion.

My obsession for a song goes just like any other obsession in life. Tonight, it's Chicago's "Look Away". I know it's an old song and I must be in super melancholic mood to be listening to it on a Saturday night, but in reality, a good song is a good song, regardless of the situation you're in.

The first time I heard it, it literally just gripped me as I listened to the lyrics. There are many songs about heartbreaks and all, but there's just something really deep about this one. The way it portrays something some people may call ordinary with such emotions. I really like these particular lines:

When you called me up this morning,
Told me 'bout the new love you found,
I said, "I'm happy for you,
I'm really happy for you."

Topped with the melodies, it makes an amazing combination. I found myself listening to it over and over again to an unhealthy level and here I am, still blogging about it.

But, that's how I am when it comes to music. Or about any other things I'm passionate about. Like good movies, or good books. I mean, aren't we supposed to be a little extreme when it comes to the things we really love? Otherwise, what differentiates them from the other million and one things in life?

My sister and I were watching Inside the Actor's Studio this evening as the result of flipping the channels, and Rosie O'Donnell was in the show. At one point, she told the audience how much she loved theatres and plays and how she visualized those things in her own life that in one particular situation, she recited the whole line of Jean Valjean from "Les Miserables" because of how much it reminded her of him in the same circumstance.

"People looked at me as if I'm on crack," she said.

The thing about being passionate about something is that other people may not get it. Because, I don't know, each person is different. To this day, I still can't find any other persons beside my sisters who could recite the lines, sing the songs, and relive the scenes from Disney movies! Every time I make references of The Lion King, or Pocahontas, people don't get it.

I came to a conclusion. It takes a lot for people to be really passionate about something. And it's a wonderful thing, I feel. I guess in a way it makes us unique, and different. And it's who we are.

And I guess it would be a lot more special when we eventually meet someone else who shares the same passion.

As I listened to the song for the hundredth of times tonight, I thought about it. Hey, it's okay to be obsessed about things. That presents my question for today.

What are YOU most passionate about?

Beautiful

I find it hard to believe you don't know the beauty you are; but if you don't, let me be your eyes.

I have a problem.

I think I'm super impulsive! Like, ridiculously impulsive! One minute I was looking for a blazer, the next minute I was trying out glasses and felt like buying one!

So my friend and I met up for dinner tonight and we just wandered around the shopping mall afterwards. I've been meaning to buy a nice blazer for some time but haven't found one that I liked. Well, actually I haven't been properly set aside a time to look for it, as I'm sure I can find lots of nice ones in Zara. But for the past week I haven't been to Orchard. The thought of going there during the weekends is just making me wanna curl up in bed and just rest my lazy bum all day.

But I do really need a nice jacket for work. So as we were walking around, I saw a shop selling glasses and I thought to myself, "hmm, nice!" No harm in going inside and looking around, right?

Wrong! Within seconds, I was happily trying on different frames and asking questions to the sales person. I had a pair that I really liked, and the price was over $400 and I didn't even budge! He might as well say it was just 20 bucks!

My friend was eye-ing me the whole time and kept saying, "It's $400, babe!" while I just 'uh-huh' him and continued trying it on. The sales person started going through the differences between different lenses and I was still in my own world, thinking of how much I liked it. "So?" he asked.

I looked at him, and then at my friend. He replied, "I think you're going to consider it first, right? Yes. She's considering it first."

I might as well have my own publicist or something! He didn't want me to buy it without being too obvious. Bless him. I left the store and he spent the next half an hour complaining about how overpriced the item was, and how I could even think about getting it when I could buy a similar one with a much cheaper price somewhere else!

Seriously, I think I need a talking conscience. If he weren't there, I would have been over 400 bucks poorer now and am probably regretting it. (or not?) Shopping just makes me happy, lah! It's a proven fact. Goes the same for every other women! (excuse, excuse)

Still. Bless my friend for stopping me. What started out as a hunt for blazer, turned out to be the start of an obsession for a new black-rimmed glasses. Welcome to my world.

From Scrubs.

Bottom line is that couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else. But the big difference is they don’t let it take them down.

Woot.

A random conversation over frozen lemon margarita last night.

"So, what does this guy do?"
"He's a computer programmer."
"Hmm..really?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I just don't see you with a computer programmer. It doesn't suit you at all. I've always pictured you with someone...in a creative field."
"???"
"Yeah, like..an architect. Or an artist."
"Really?"
"Yes! Totally."

Rant and Updates

So, a few days ago I was browsing things at the bookstore. I wanted to buy a couple of stationeries for work because I'm just dorky that way. I got high after seeing those folders in various colors and bought like, four different ones although I could just ask for some from the office. See, I couldn't resist the temptation!

Anyway I got to the magazine section and started looking through interesting read. My whole magazine habit consists of buying probably a couple of Cleo, 8 Days, Her World or those entertainment/Hollywood gossips because that's my guilty pleasure. But I saw the travel section and ended up buying Lonely Planet. Sure, that wasn't my usual read, but surely it's nothing to be fussed about?

This afternoon I showed it to my sister in case she wanted to read it too, and she looked at me like I just told her I was going to change my gender.

"You bought this????" her eyes were wide. "Um, yeah?" I replied, not expecting her reaction. She looked at the magazine and back to me again. "YOU bought it???!"

Seriously. Must she repeat the same question twice? "Yes!" I said. "But why???" like her logic couldn't grasp the idea.

"Well, I was just at the bookstore the other day and it looked interesting. So I bought it. WHAT IS THE BIG DEAL??!" At this point I felt quite insulted. Just because I always read bimbotic magazines, doesn't mean I'm incapable of reading informational ones. Heck, don't I write for an educational magazine?

"I'm not smart enough to be reading Lonely Planet?!" I said, wounded.

"Eh no. It's just a matter of habit." she replied. That was close, Sis. Too close.

Sorry, that was just something random. I haven't written here for a while, I know. The past week has been really time-consuming. But it was a good week, I think. My old friends were in town last weekend so we checked out the new Marina Bay casino. And my week was just filled with work.

Oh, another thing I wanna share here. My sis started reading this book "The China Study" by Dr. Colin Campbell. It's a book about food and health, it's kinda revolutionary, I think. It basically tells how plant-based diet is the healthiest way to go, and my sis has been really taken by it that we've started to implement this in our household. Not saying that we're gonna be vegetarians anytime soon, but we're going there. I think from now on, I'm gonna make a conscious decision to reduce my meat-intake significantly and eat more vegetables instead. Let's see how it goes. I really need to lose weight anyway.

Last I heard, my uncle has started being a vegetarian too and he had lost 8 kgs for the past month! I know it's hard not to eat meat, I guess the key is trying to do it slowly. Yeah, we'll see how it goes. Maybe I should keep a food journal or something.

So! It's Sunday night! I'm excited for the upcoming week because it's the end of the month and you know what it means! Payday! About time!

Never the same

Damn, this is so beautiful.

“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I used to wonder what it would be like if someone like you looked my way. Then you did. And you didn’t stop. And I ruined everything. I don’t feel like the same person you love or loved. I don’t understand why you had to love me in the first place. We wouldn’t be here if you didn’t. I would still have my best friend and we’d still laugh and talk together. And I’d still feel special because you confided in me and no one else. I wouldn’t have to compare everyone to you and come to the simple conclusion that I’m never going to find anyone that fits me like you do. I wouldn’t have to face losing you, everything, over and over again, every single day. I wouldn’t feel spent and anchored and useless and washed up. And I wouldn’t be sitting here in a colourless dream, waiting for you to come and wake me up.”

Ellen - “Misadventures of a Teenage Renegade”