we'll collect our moments one by one

2009-06-30T11:28:00.001+08:00

Resurrected.

At the rate I'm changing my blog spaces, I might as well be a Libran.
Ha!

2009-06-13T01:06:00.001+08:00

OMG the day is here!

2009-06-11T22:44:00.001+08:00

Today

Today, I was on leave. Today I painted my room, cleaned the toilet, painted some more, cleaned my windows, sorted my wardrobe, got lost in the middle, and emerged again.

Today, I realise once again how I would go insane if the boyfriend (for now, ahem ahem) was not my boyfriend. I love how he does whatever within his means to help me. A blessing, this one.

Today, I'm waiting for two more days, for something new.
:)

2009-06-07T22:54:00.001+08:00

There must be something wrong with me, because I don't feel right.
Again, that internal struggle. Man, I need to snap out of this shit. Now.

2009-05-26T15:38:00.003+08:00

Trigger Happy

I've just found the most fantastic, most gratifyingly easy-to-surf-and-buy online shop, EVER. Clicketty click, and there goes $60 out the window into the throes of capitalism. But hell, I enjoyed not having to take my IB device out at all, or constantly checking the LJ for updates on my comment, or my email for updates.

It's like having a Forever21 website in Singapore. GAH!

I can die happy now and forget about everything else. Just as long as this retail euphoria lasts.

Oh damn, I hate working for her.

2009-05-25T18:13:00.004+08:00

What's past is..the future

We've got our frustrations apiece. Why bother trying to stand on the tip of your toes and challenge to emerge the most troubled? What kind of pointless game is this?

The thing is, you can't deny that history has a trajectory which projects into the future. The old you is the now you. It's undeniable, because you are where you are now, because of the fact that you did what you did back then, and the fact that you didn't do what you didn't do. Claiming that the past is the past is like denying your present existence.

Besides, leopards never change their spots. And you, my friend, have spots that have adapted themselves to circumstances, but they have not changed. Nosirreebob. They have not.

2009-05-20T07:29:00.002+08:00

Forty Winks

Here's the truth - I don't remember being so tired, ever. I almost fell asleep on the road this morning. Well, I always do that, but never when I'm at the front seat. I don't know why I'm so exhausted - perhaps it's the lack of proper sleep and the constant worrying and fretting over.. yeah. That's it, I think. I just need more rest, and I just need to fucking get over it.

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2009-05-17T23:02:00.003+08:00

Because We're Only Human

I'm sure we all have bad days; the kind of days in which we just want to shut the world and forget even our own existence. Well, I have such days. Today is one of such days. I feel like I'm spiralling downwards towards nowhere. I feel like I'm losing faith in everything.
Sigh.
Perhaps I had too much fun yesterday and this is Life's way of regaining the balance. After all, happiness is only fleeting.
But so is misery, I heard.
here's hoping for a better tomorrow, but the sceptic in me just loves to beg to differ

2009-05-12T21:13:00.003+08:00

You're my every kind of perfect,

thank you for being there for me,
in heart,
in person,
in everything that I do.

We can do this!

2009-05-11T21:32:00.003+08:00

Focus, focus, focus..

I think I've grossly overestimated my capabilities. Or rather, the lack thereof. I can feel the stress building up and the zits popping out. OH, BOTHER.
The Arkana song is in my head - has been in my head - particularly when it goes: So little time, so much to do. I'd rather spend my days with you. So, so true.
I think I'm about to go blind from staring at computer screens for hours on end. Need...something...green..

I wish me and mother wouldn't disagree so much on questions of taste. SUSAH LAH GINI.

2009-05-04T21:18:00.012+08:00

I Have So Many Bruises But You Have Such A Smile

My perfect Sunday was ruined by the ruckus on Monday. But it's alright, we had such a great time. And I simply love Marina Barrage in the late afternoon.

The late sunset - beautiful it was, even though it was shadowed.

And look what was being played at the Esplanade.

I shan't be a prick and pretend that I understand the beauty of gamelan. I don't, but I do know it's lovely. It's just amazing how they play without the overused musical notes. And for all forty-five minutes. Man.

I'm a happy camper. Got the last copy of Camera Obscura's latest album "My Maudlin Career" at Gramophone, yay! And oh, I've finally realized the great wonders of Melanie Pain's voice. One word - WOW. Dang, wish we'd gone for her concert! And French, oh..the French. Where do we start?

The boy's on his second day on his other job. Look, everyone! He's a salaryman. I just hope he doesn't get too tired and cranky after a week of juggling two jobs. Oh boy, you do not want to see him cranky!

I hope my readers (all three and a half of them) don't mind the pictures and the accompanying almost-banal story - CMI, I know - but this is my attempt at being positive and cheery. Said attempt might be rendered pathetic and futile because surely, I will go into emo mode pretty soon, but hey. At least I tried.

2009-05-03T14:21:00.002+08:00

The Lemon Question

When Life gives you but one lemon, what do you do with it?

a) take many photos of it and yourself and post it up on Facebook/ Multiply/ Friendster,

b) Complain about having only one lemon. Why a lemon, why not lime? Why not orange? Why so small? Why's the service of this lemon so slow? Why is this lemon so rude? Why doesn't it call, or text, or reply my MSN message within 0.01 seconds?

c) Live with it, or

d) Throw it out. You're better off without a yellow sourpuss weighing you down anyway.

I've got one lemon, and I'm not going to tell you what I'm doing with it.

2009-04-29T22:31:00.010+08:00

Make Me Sane.

D*n and Kud* wanted to try out their photography skills on Sunday, so the boy and I joined them to Pulau Ubin and became their models! Man, we need a whole lot of practice.

Did you know there's such a thing called camera rentals in SG? I didn't until the boys told me. I think that with all the rage about cameras, such a business is ingenious. Wish I'd thought of it first, though. Would've been slightly rich!

Group shot was actually taken AFTER the whole cycling. Play cheat lor. Kud* balanced the Canon precariously on top of a wooden railing. Luckily, it never fell into the water. Camera's not his!

That's one of the macam faham girls I know. She's doing an ad for bicycles.

Nowadays, even monkeys know how to use cameras. Again, not his camera.

Check out the boy's face. I think he was scared because he was holding the handle with his non-good hand. Eh, me also what!

They were looking for mermaids.

What they found instead was a Converse-wearing Merman.

After that 'disappointment', we headed back to mainland and met the rest later on for Minds cafe, where we found out - clearly, just how bad the boy was as Snorta. But he's good at Taboo!

I met this girl, after so long..

And the boys are finally complete, too!

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It's one more day to the long weekend! :D

2009-04-24T23:22:00.003+08:00

In Life, the big things may be very visible, but the smallest gestures do count too. It's like having a whole lot of Cotton Ons and only one Prada. The smallest gestures make up the staples of your everyday life, while the big ones are best left for those special moments.

Slowly, I'm getting it
Learnt a lesson from someone
However indirectly.
I'm looking at change here.
Sometimes I want to tell you,
that I love how your hair looks all floppy,
yet I don't mind a spike-do once in a while,

I want to tell you,
how I love that t-shirt on you,
and how your smile just perks up my day,
And how hearing your voice
is like waking up to a familiar face.
How sometimes,
I feel like I'm falling for you all over again

But I don't say these things,
instead I whine,
and complain
till the cows go marching home
About things that don't really matter
And you who matter
don't get to hear the things I should say

And how even now,
I'm choosing the world wide web,
as if in defiance towards privacy and non-smug love,
and I'm saying
Hello. You look nice today.

It's a start.

2009-04-23T15:20:00.002+08:00

Laughter is the best medicine, so pop 'em laughing pills!

A teacher, a colleague and I were gossiping and joking around just now till I was practically rolling on the floor in uncontrollable mirth (sungguh tak glam, this AM).

The other colleague (not involved in said laughing gas moment), as was expected, chided us thereafter for making too much noise. I had nothing to say because that’s how it is, you just take it as it is.

Tsk. I don’t know what they taught those kids in those very good high-flyer schools, a sense of humour surely isn’t one of them. In the end we've got a bunch of non-socialising working adults with a lot of power and no laughter in their hearts. BOO.

So unproductive today. BO CHENG HU AH.

2009-04-22T19:58:00.003+08:00

In the past few months, I have been trying to make clear sense out of this convoluted complications. I have been trying to figure out what settles deep within this very unsettled mind and heart, and I have been asking myself this simple question, "Why?".

But I find no answer. The answer I seek probably is a truth I'd rather not face, and maybe that is what scares me into pretending I do not know the answer. A part of me, I feel, is forcing me to realize the actual monstrosity of the situation - a situation only I have landed myself into. But I fail to see it - no matter how I try to coax myself to. This self-denial, this refusing to see beyond the epidermis of the whole 'problem', is going to cost others a lot more than it's going to cost me. I just have to wake up - but how? I don't think I'm even aware of me sleeping.

And how do you follow your heart when your heart tells you nothing because it has no mind of its own, and even if it does, it tells you to continue with this without compromising that? What if it, itself, is as confused as I am?

How does someone possess so little self-awareness?

I need clear direction. You might think it's there, all those arrows pointing towards that goal, but all I'm doing is taking two steps backwards when I've taken one forward. And even then I have strayed from the path I was on. Each time, the goal remains the same but the path seems different. And each time, what was behind me seems more tempting than the future beyond me.

As much as I would like to divulge everything, this is as far as it goes.
And all the rest you'd never know.

2009-04-20T00:08:00.002+08:00

A few weeks ago, the boy and I were at Jalan Besar, walking from Kelantan Lane to a bus stop, where we saw this American couple, walking leisurely in comfortable strides despite the very humid and hot weather.

He said, "Good ah, they can enjoy a holiday. I wish we were on holiday."
To which I told him, "I don't think they're on holiday. They look like they fit in too well here. Maybe they're models." (They were tall, lanky and ultra-beautiful.)

I had a second look, and guess who it was? Nicole, the winner from several America's Next Top Model cycles ago.
NOT JOKING.

It was definitely better spotting her than listening to Annabelle's portly husband "yeah-yeah-ing" his lines through at the Mosaic Festival as one of the MCs. Yes, definitely, miles better.

2009-04-16T00:45:00.004+08:00

A series of interesting events happened today that made work just a little dramatic. Not that I'm complaining, of course.
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My confession: I'm in love with a married man.

He makes me go all fangirlish. I was watching Idol alone and kept squealing and clapping my hands as if I were at a concert. This has never happened to me before.
GAH! He is too cute. And younger than me, I hear.

And married.
:(
Some people are just so lucky. But I don't mind, his wife is cute too. Aww.. perfect couple!

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I'm not feeling too good about tomorrow. Frankly, I'm depressed.
Oh well.

2009-04-14T23:52:00.002+08:00

Here's a new board game I'd like to introduce you to: Blog Wars. Ages 14 and below. Seriously girls, if you must bitch about each other on your blogs, do it in a way that we could all understand. And no, you don't have to be blatant about it. You can be subtle, but please: Normal English. Bombastic not equals to Fantastic, k? It would be a big help, really. I just love a bit of vicarious drama once in a while. Don't hate on me.

E-filing sucks. First of all, I can't get into the website - help!

I am seriously considering coming back to the office on early Saturday mornings just to make my desk a little neater. Geez. It's that bad. There's paper and dust everywhere!

In any case, today was a 2-Vespa day. Not too bad.
Some P-plater approached us today to seek help for his Gilera that wouldn't start. Oh boy, don't we know the feeling!

Me is the cannot wait for Welstadt and The Wackness. Woohoo!

To the boy: I hope congratulations is in order. And never mind about Thursday, really. I can handle it myself *puffs out chest*. I can never be grateful enough to have you. Even though your guy friends keep calling you NN.M, I know you're not. And why do I tell you this when I can message you, I don't know.

Super Random, Let's Handsome!

:D

2009-04-13T11:24:00.000+08:00

Just realised something today......

Lagi dua bulan lah siak (two more months lah).
Whoops.

Looks like I must now enlist the help of my army of sisters (actually 2 only). Heh. Acam?

12 April 09

2009-04-12T23:22:00.003+08:00

If Christopher (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time) determined how good or bad his day would turn out to be by the number of red and yellow cars that he sees, then I determine my day by the number of auto Vespas I see.

And just today, we saw four, all in the same parking area. Yesterday, we saw one near Cathay. And on Friday, lo and behold! A blue-white beauty just beyond the glass doors of the Adidas Originals store.

Needless to say, it has been a fantastic weekend. I have a feeling, however, that I'll see none tomorrow except my own, and that is not counted. Sigh.

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One of the things I miss about being a student is the awareness of issues beyond my stifling horizons. I miss that part of my life where we were exposed to things like human rights activism, political commentaries, and always, criticisms on capitalism. Now it feels like my brain has turned into mush and all I've learned has been deliberately forgotten, just so I can live with myself and my avid consumerism. You could say I've sold out to capitalism and its evils, but on hindsight, I'd done so a long time ago. Haven't we all?

Sometimes, I wished I had the courage to be like the activists, who are not only passionate about their causes but are also able to live by their principles, no matter how abnormal they may seem in this society. But I only have opinions, none of which are translated into positive action.

I envy those with causes and those who fight for said causes, because I probably have none to call mine. Maybe that's why I sometimes feel as if my life has no direction.

Heavy stuff for a Sunday night, eh? I apologise.

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Time to sleep.
Hopefully, tomorrow will be a 5-Vespa day.

Ok, Go!

2009-04-07T20:19:00.003+08:00

First of all, please tell me why I'm watching REM 2 on TV. Is it me, or are the girls a little too "sizzling" to be on a programme that's catered for the younger ones? Or is it? Local TV seems to sexualise girls in their bare teens a lot these days - perhaps it's the signs of the changing times.
(Or perhaps, I've views which are getting decadent - which means the same thing, really).

Second of all, it is so unfair that shopping centres are not so subtly getting rid of riders. It's not an unusual phenomenon now to learn that parking at soandso shopping centre costs $4 per entry when it used to cost nothing. I get it - no one likes the motorcycles to pile up all over the parking lots and encroach (if I might put it so 'subtly') into the privileged space meant for cars. But really? $4? That's disgusting, really. Now, we all have to fight for space at the public carparks with each other AND the Johoreans who really are masters at squeezing in between a parking lot. Not. Fun. At. All.

Anyway. The littlest of the 3 girls in the family is no longer a teen!

Here's to more responsibilities and more spending power!! A double-edged sword adulthood is, Young Padowan. It is.

I don't like cranky colleagues. SORRY lah! Grr.
And now with this blog post out of the way I can watch My Dad is Better Than Your Dad in peace. Phew.
OK, Go!

Ya Karim...

2009-04-02T15:41:00.001+08:00

sesungguhnya aku tidak sabar mahu berambus dari ofis ini....

which roughly translates to:

i want milk.

not really, but..

little sis, i cannot angkat la ur entry. HOT KE PERRRRRRR....
u dunch have tagboard can eu set up one plzzzz....

Book-Hooked

2009-04-01T18:58:00.005+08:00

Hi, my name is Imah, and I'm a Facebook addict.

I have been one only recently. Well, since maybe November. It probably started with my girlfriend's wedding. Lots of us posted photos. 245 comments on said photos later, it was a done deal - and now, I'm hooked.

I Facebook (did anyone note when it actually became a verb?) at work, it is the fourth thing I do after assigning relief, having breakfast and talking cock to unsuspecting colleagues. The flag-raising assembly is always in session when I'm logging on. Oh, that familiar blue and white background, how it makes my day, how I feel so loyal to it. I see status updates. Comments. Quizzes. I feel happier knowing others are alive and Facebooking in the wee hours. I'm logging on at 7.30 and the person left a status update 'only two hours ago'? Wow. My only guess is that the person is selling curry puffs and is bored because he has only set his shop up but no one's quite awake yet to buy them. Either that, or he couldn't sleep.

I also log on at home on the Macbook, sometimes on the handphone. It is the last thing I do before I go to bed now. And I almost logged on in the toilet. Almost.

Hi, my name is Imah, and I'm a Facebook addict.

What did you say? I log on too many times? I don't think so. Well, okay, perhaps once every hour. Well, I need to know what my friend said about the comment I left on her photo! It's not at all justifiable that I have to wait eight hours to do so. I just have that feeling that she made a reply that would me laugh. One is entitled to a little pick-me-up, no?

And yes, so I take quizzes (lots of them, in fact), even though I was sore about others' quizzes ending up on my homepage. I still don't think that's hypocritical. I'd say they are two different issues. Anyway, did you know I am most like Pam from The Office? I just love that show.

And those "like this" features. Who can resist them? Never mind that the people might not exactly like those things, never mind that those thumb-ups are nothing but animations, those thumbs-up have a cathartic effect on my anger-infested mind! It's like a stamp of approval - even though the things you say have been inane and really undeserving. Who cares?

Hi, my name is Imah, and they think I'm a Facebook addict, but I don't. And no, it's not denial.

Benefits? I can name one. It helps me to keep in touch with friends I have not caught up with in ages. Yes, it might be a little voyeuristic to view the many gazillion photos that they have uploaded, but I have to keep myself updated in the changes in my friends' lives! And come on. Who among us can safely say that they don't like to look at pretty pictures or pretty boys/ girls in pictures and snoop around other people's lives and still stay away from them?

My Top Five Favourite Features of FB are the:
- 'like this' function,
- Tag function (which I find bloody ingenious by the way),
- Status Update,
- Event function (though I rarely join),
- Notes (I love it when I force people into knowing more about myself just by tagging them).

I'm not an addict. Surely, I can stay away from it - just for a day. Watch me.
(But first, let me change my status update to: Imah is having a hiatus from FB)

Hi, my name is Imah, and I'm uhh...

Hear, Hear!

2009-03-24T18:25:00.002+08:00

Click here for the Coldplay (and fanboys/girls) shots of last night...

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I am in great need for sleep. It's only ten, I know, but I only had three and a half hours of sleep this morning. Half of that was spent drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming something fantastic yet scary at the same time. A girl was involved. I do not know who she is, if she even exists. Couple the lack of sleep with a really busy, shitarsed day, and a real imminent problem with anger management, and you know the day has not been good. Well, not really. Trainspotting, I reckon, was the only good thing that happened to me. Ewan McGregor in his yesteryears is still a hunk, despite the scrawny frame and Scottish accent. Wait, I liked the Scottish accent. Ouch. There is a throbbing in my head that just wouldn't go away. I ought to sleep, but the thoughts of (a) what to wear the next day, (b) wondering when the boy would finish his work and call, and (c) waking up to another workday tomorrow just puts me off sleep altogether. I had initially wanted to nap and then go for a jog, but i guess K was right: there IS a difference between reality and fantasy, and me jogging definitely falls into the latter category. Ouch. Talk about an epiphany. Well, not really. Ah well. Next time, I'll do it. Let's face it - procrastination kind of makes you feel better about yourself. It creates hope - no matter how false it can be. It lets you wonder, "I could be a better person, most definitely, just not now." Definitely not now. Perhaps tomorrow. Perhaps tomorrow I can look at myself in the mirror and stop thinking about the things that do not matter. Perhaps tomorrow I'd be a volunteer in a charitable organisation and give a part of myself to a worthy cause. Perhaps tomorrow I can stop being so selfish.

This is why I choose Life. Go, me. I terribly need sleep. And if you actually read through the aforementioned piece of crap, go, you.

Tired.

2009-03-22T12:24:00.000+08:00

There must be an "Enough" button somewhere that actually works.

I Don't Like You Any More

2009-03-19T16:03:00.002+08:00

i've been rollercoasting,
i'm still rollercoasting

sigh.

running alone is therapy.
doing anything alone is therapy, actually.

robots.
they do not communicate.

1 2 3 4

2009-03-17T22:49:00.002+08:00

Today, on Anniversary Day (also known as St Patrick's Day to some), I realise again why he's the One, and if anything should come between that realisation and me, I hereby give thee (reader) the right to slap me one time, two time. Okay? Okay.

Four years later, I am still thankful to God for letting me have this wonderful person by my side..
Circumstances can be..surprising.
If the friend had not known him first,
if she had not asked me out,
if we had not met in the streets of Orchard Road,
if he had not said, "Got membership for Quiksilver?",
if he had not joined that singing competition,
if I had chosen to finish the essay instead of watching him perform,
if we had not walked in the crowded streets during Chingay,
if we had not sat in the bus together after dinner,
if I had not gone for his other performances,
if Mariam hadn't encouraged me to ask for his number,
if HE hadn't asked the friend for my number,
if he hadn't asked me out,
if Will Smith hadn't acted for Hitch,
if Lido had closed,
if she had joined us,
if we hadn't connected with each other so easily,
if he had fallen for her (or her, or her) instead of for me..
we probably wouldn't have even reached a 1, never mind a 4.

Life has worked itself wonderfully in many ways, and this is one of the best.
We might quarrel too much, I might cry a little too much, but I'm glad that at the end of the day, we know where our hearts belong. With each other.

Happy 4th Anniversary, dear.
You know I love you.

Bad mood - bugger off already

2009-03-15T12:05:00.003+08:00

Last night, I slammed the door on my right thumb. You never know how important your right thumb is to you until you've got it throbbing in pain and till you are screaming in indignity. SMS-ing has never been so tough. Rin, in a show of great sympathy, laughed at me as I hobbled and jumped around the room, trying to control the pain. Thank you, little sister.

I never knew my left hand was so...aggressive. I have to thank/ blame Starbucks for this. All that slamming of the porterfilter...

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I actually gone on and bought a semi-pro camera. Ever since the school decided to safekeep a Canon semi-pro camera with me, I've found newfound faith in the brand. Besides, the deal at IT show was unbelievable. At $500 - the camera, a mini tripod, 16gb worth of memory, a kit bag, a dry cabinet, rechargeable batteries, and even a huge tripod. Eeeks! So I bought. Now, to take it out to play..

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I am still deeply enamoured by Justin Long. Never mind that he dated Drew Barrymore, ugh, never mind that he doesn't always look good (hey, no one can be Brad Pitt everyday), never mind his stint as Alvin (and the Chipmunks).. I just think he's still..something. I like a man with good humour. It just keeps my spirits alive, even if it's only on TV/ the Macbook.

And oh! I love it when he goes, "Hello, I'm a Mac" in those Mac/ PC commercials.
This is not to be confused with MAC, the brand now championing some Hello Kitty cause.
OR Mc'Donald's.
Heheh.

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There's a taste in my mouth - it's called sour. I don't know why you do it, and I definitely do not know why you continue!

This post is a sad attempt at cheering me up.

..

2009-03-13T17:51:00.002+08:00

the demons we try to keep at bay
often resurface when we're at our most vulnerable
our curiosities piqued
at the slightest insecurities

what does it feel to be on the other side again?

the others do not matter any more
what stands between you and happiness
is the very thing that will make you miserable

stay away, you say
but you inch closer
feeling half empty when really,
you're brimming with fullness

i see the grass
it is on the other side
more tempting
more lush
more kinder, sweeter, more relenting,

but these eyes are tinted
really, we'd all fall into the same routine again
time reveals everything
in the end, all humans are just that:
humans

you're not my angel anymore
get down from that pedestal

Thursday - Watch the walls instead

2009-03-12T09:07:00.002+08:00

It's been a while,
and I miss you so. I feel like it's been ages since we had a heart-to-heart talk.

Friday, come quick. The long weekend awaits.

Last Day of..

2009-03-08T10:41:00.002+08:00

"there is nothing left to do or say
we tried our very best
and as we clear away
all the scraps of our happiness
i feel an ache in my chest"

- Last Day of Our Love, The Bird and the Bee

We should've been smart enough to see a train wreck coming.
There are things we should've said but didn't,
Things we shouldn't have said but kept repeating,
We ought not to hurt each other,
But we do,
everyday,
and then we try make it up again,
we say our I love yous,
and fall asleep
pretending everything is over,
that all the spite is done,
only to wake up and fall into the same routine again.

It's all shit, isn't it?

If only Love were enough.
I'm so tired of going round the same circles everyday.
It's exhausting.

I just want us to be better.
Why won't we be better?

The loneliest people Were the ones who always spoke the truth

2009-03-06T14:59:00.003+08:00

So I failed. Miserably. I woke up today, tried to snooze, then started to think about how I screwed it up. I could not go back to sleep.
Ah well. Next time, then.

Thank goodness for Jason Mraz. He was splendid, just splendid. The way he sang, the way he got the lethargic crowd going, the way he sang "Where did I get this invisible gum?", the way he took cheeky Polaroids of his band, everything about his performance brightened up my night. Everyone else's night, too, I guess.

Unfortunately I don't even have good photos of him. This seriously makes me consider at least a semi-pro camera. COLDPLAY'S next! Cannot wait!

The rain, ah.. We got drenched again.

I like this photo. It encapsulates what the boy is like. He's carrying so many things - my keys, my sweater - he's carrying a bag, his phone, and has just finished parking the bike in the heavily crowded lots, and still faces the camera with his thousand watts smile.
You're the best lah. I'm sorry if I have not been the best for you. :(

Have a splendid weekend folks.
I don't know about you, but I'm thankful for it.

Car Woes

2009-03-03T21:31:00.003+08:00

If there is one thing I am hoping for on Thursday,
one thing that I'm praying hardly for,
one thing that I'm really, really, really wishing for,
one thing that hopefully Luck will side me,
that thing would be
that I would be able to park. In. That. Damn. Lot!

Wish me luck kiddos/ loves.

Wonders Never Cease

2009-03-01T22:28:00.003+08:00

We had a good time today.

Yes, it was scorching hot one moment, and raining cats & pets the next.
Yes, the boy didn't bring his raincoat (very smart, this one); we had to improvise and still got caught in the blinding rain.
Yes, we had to give Bike Asia's exhibition another miss this year.
Yes, Pink Panther was a mistake.
Yes, my wallet is definitely getting burnt.

Still, we had a good time today.
I danced to the tune of the Visa commercial in the rain and made him laugh. I hadn't laughed like that in a long time either.
That was priceless, the moment.

**

I love how the temp in the office listens to such fantastic artistes. I love it more how she willingly sends me albums within clicks of the mouse.

**

June just seems so far away. Mother just wouldn't stop getting on my case.
Monday, tomorrow. Like I needed to remind anyone!

Apologies For Losing My Cooling

2009-02-27T22:13:00.001+08:00

I have a feeling that one bright, sunny, unsuspecting day, I'm going to just snap.

And then you'll realise.

On Life..

2009-02-25T21:19:00.002+08:00

On Love,
"..it felt brand spanking new yet still so familiar, all at once".
That is how I knew.
I used to scoff at the girl who says, "I can't live without him", but now I might have an idea what it is all about. It's less about being dependent on the man than it is about having that one sole person you can always come back to when you've had a lousy day, and still, he'd entertain you by listening to your complaints about the boss, the colleagues, students, parents, etc etc. If it were any other man, I think I'd go insane. Because most men don't listen. But he does.

On Growing Older,
The worst part about growing old is not the fact that your wrinkles are increasing in number (but your pay remains the same - there's supposed to be a correlation, no?), but rather the fact that your parents, too, are getting older. They might get frail, sick, might need medical attention, and suddenly you realise you are the one who needs to take care of them now. And that scares us, because throughout our lives we have been so used to being dependent on them. But like it or not, it happens. (Just not so soon, I hope).

On Being Irritable,
I need to get over the fact that people just LOVE to give me orders like they are the bosses. And I most definitely need to stop whining and bitching at work so much. Not that I care if anyone eavesdrops, but I care about my own emotional well-being. It's not healthy for the mind, this anger.

On Purpose,
I've more direction now (even though it's still a vague kind of direction), and I've got the recession to thank for that.

On Money,
Thank you Gahmen for pumping us with much needed funds. Don't be jealous about the fact that I'm getting 50 bucks more than most of you!

On Girls,
Question: How many pictures of her pouty lips can a girl post on LJ?
Answer: Not nearly that many enough.
Mentel-ness does not sit well with me. Boastfulness too.

On Being Alone,
We all need these moments of respite from the stupid thing we call Society. People talk too much, and judge too much. Sometimes, I just love sitting in the room reading a book and embracing lives and characters which are fictional. Sometimes I'm a hermit in my own head. Sometimes, I think too much (no, all the time, actually) and then I expect people to mind-read me. Couple that with impatience and you've got a war brewing, ladies and gentlemen.

I've spoken too much.

Liar, Liar

2009-02-25T08:02:00.001+08:00

Don't pretend to be the noblest.
People don't ever change, do they?

Electric

2009-02-24T21:25:00.005+08:00

Just got back from a date with the best friend. My, how we have aged. In another time not so long ago, we'd still be bright and chirpy at 8pm, but we felt so drained. This is the part where I miss the alma mater badly. Gone are 8 pm nights in school and 10 am mornings.

Got Jason Mraz's old album "Waiting for my Rocket to Come", which is a pretty rare copy. I covet him so, so much. I cannot wait for him to perform at the Indoor Stadium on 5 March. If the crowd wants to feel self-conscious and only sway, I'd say to hell with it, and dance. Exclamation marks!

Speaking of performances, these are people I will or intend to catch this March:

Coldplay:

Never mind about buying the cheapest tickets (thus sitting far far away), it'll be great just to watch the band in action. Here's hoping they'll play their older songs amongst their new ones.

Mocca:

The lovely band from Indonesia will be playing again, this time for Mosaic. I can still remember, the boy was still in NS when they first came to perform at Esplanade. Just love their catchy, feel-good tunes.

And of course, Mr A-Z:

*swoons*

March will be fabulous. IT WILL BE!
My only wish is for Tristan Prettyman to come to our shores again.

(Bah. Blogger does not cooperate with me. It refuses to upload. I swear, I'll switch to LJ back if this happens too many times."

Ok never mind I'm going to dry my hair now.

You are my exception

2009-02-22T22:26:00.003+08:00

I watched a chick flick and LOVED it.

Justin Long and Ginnifer Goodwin are underdogs in the movie "He's Just Not That Into You' but I loved their story. It was heartwarming, feel-good, and simply-put: made of so much AWW.

Forget cliche romantic lines like "You had me at Hello", the new phrase for Love is "You are MY exception". Watch the movie and you'll know why.

What a weekend!
The boy will turn 25 in a few hours' time. Well, love, you don't look it. Haha.
Hope you've enjoyed your days with friends and me, tomorrow I chope you okay!
Love you lots, weedboy. Hahaha!

Pig headed 'gentlemen'

2009-02-11T23:43:00.003+08:00

I absolutely cannot stand people who ask questions for the sake of doing so, and therefore are not interested to listen to the answer, and therefore shut off / look dazed when the explanation comes forth. I know i am long winded, but you asked the question first, no? You did so you are obliged to listen carefully to the answer.

On another note, I got a really exasperating call from a really rude guy and he was really insulting me and damn, I really wanted to wallop him if not for the fact that I work here. He even said I did not understand the difference between assurance and solution, and that the workplace should only hire people who speak good English. Yes, I was speaking terrible English, I'm pretty sure. In any case, even if I did or didn't, it is NO excuse for him to insult strangers like that. And for the fact that he knows I cannot say or do anything that will put me and the organisation in a compromised situation, I just think he was emotionally blackmailing me.

I should've said I'd sue him for slander because he was really saying things he shouldn't. And it was such a small error. My goodness, how anal can people be? SERIOUSLY. He was such a babi ah, really.

It happened at 9 am this morning but I'm still angry over it. Still am. It ruined my day. I've never wanted to wallop a guy so much.

BABI!

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

2009-02-09T20:34:00.004+08:00

".. I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

I sank back in the grey, plush seat and closed my eyes. The air of the bell jar wadded round me and I couldn't stir."

I don't want to stir either.
Right now the acrid air here seems finer than the clean yet suffocating world out there.

when patience is in short supply

2009-02-02T20:59:00.002+08:00

These days a good solution to a screaming argument (public, no less - not pretty, I know. We're not proud of it) is a rueful smile and a playful pinch on the cheek. After both parties have cooled down, however.

I think somewhere along the way we decided that life's too short to be petty about the little things in life that don't matter.

p/s: i think i'm having an economic recession of my own. sighhh

Prose-Stricken

2009-01-30T20:45:00.003+08:00

I'm home on a Friday night and have barely anything to do (except maybe clear up the pile of stuff in my room, or read those numerous unfinished novels). Mother must be proud. Someone come online, please.

The week has been pretty good, much helped by the extra two days of holiday. Happy Chinese New Year to all my Chinese friends, by the way. Wan Shi Ru Yi, Xin Nian Kuai Le, and all that stuff.
(The greeting is also for my half-Chinese friend. Hur Hur).

Back to the good week.
What started out as a mini idea one night in the middle of the streets of Orchard Road with the boy turned into something which materialised into a night of fun with the girls and their boys on a breezy Monday night. Oh, Kumar! He (she?) cracked us all up with caustic comments and wry humour, my favourite! I cringed a little (even if you didn't) at the second part of the show, though. I have an aversion towards girls who are really pretty but really kind of rotten inside. It's not something uncommon, apparently.
It was a pity the rest couldn't join us, though. We must, must, must have a gathering with full attendance sometime.

Tuesday evening was spent with the FTC, what with the Flapper being back from Australia and all. Could she be any luckier? I want a long holiday too. Iss and Aliah, as usual, saved the day from impending drudgery with their conversations and animated stories (Aliah) and celebrity gossips (Isss), and for a moment I forgot that I had to wake up at 0530 hours the next day for good ol' work.

A lot of inertia at work. Surprisingly, the leave/ absence list on the noticeboard was pretty empty. However, happiness was only short-lived (one day long) because the next day, the officers decided to take their much awaited MCs and forgo work. But I guess I'm used to it, and I don't blame them. I'd do it in a heartbeat too.

Briefings at the HQ and meeting up with other fellow colleagues only mean one thing: commiserating. I think meeting each other is a necessary chore because we are able to get off our chests so many of the work woes we face to someone else who actually understands. One could do it at the office, but we all know walls have ears (and maybe stethoscopes). And even as much as our experiences may differ, one thing is for sure across the board: it's a tiring and pretty thankless job.
(But I'm thankful to have this tiring and thankless job, don't misunderstand me).

An old friend who works where I do, said, "You can become a teacher. Quite garang, what." I told her that I was a teacher, to her and the others. She could only laugh. I think she got the message.

The scooter died on me (AGAIN). I must have at some point mistreated it because it just refuses to start, no matter what we do. One McRider, bless his heart, tried to help the boy by fiddling with the scooter's innards (such lovely language - innards. I know my stuff, don't I?) but it was a no-go. In the end, it got towed. Thus I'm still scooter-less even after three days. Thank goodness for the weekend because there is no way I'm going to wake up so early any more just to catch the 6.10am bus on weekdays. *Shudders*.
It really is quite disgusting how I have become so dependent on the machine. Sigh.

Okay, I'm off to read Fight Club. (I say this but really, I'm just going to get a nap. Reading sounds more... fruitful. For lack of a better word).

Have a good weekend everyone.

the fun we had the past week

2009-01-28T19:52:00.009+08:00

Live High - A Sequel

2009-01-19T22:29:00.005+08:00

Mid-way through January, and I'm already thinking of March, because of:
- Jason Mraz's concert - finally, a full concert. I don't even care if we busted our wallets and pockets for this. It's going to be worth it;
- Practical test for Class 3 - hopefully I'll pass, but we'll see; my blind spot checking is horrendous;
- Our Fourth anniversary; and
- The Day. Tee hee.

In the meantime, we've been busy bees - working, planning, networking, planning, worrying, the works. I think we're getting there. Slowly, but surely.

The boys and girls finally had a meet-up after two months of not seeing each other. Dinner at Breeks was filled with a whole lot of catching up, and then we went for an impromptu k-night session.
Some of us were almost dozing off by 11, though, and it's not me! (I was too busy doing the 'One Time' ad-libbing to Killing Me Softly).

Stole some photos from the Singapore Girl. I hope you don't mind.

Part of the Gang.

Ze boys..

And look, a new addition to the gang. *Grins*

Missed the rest. BFF! We need to meet, pronto.

I cannot wait for the CNY holiday. Been singing a CNY tune in the office, to the surprise of some. Yeah, it's not my holiday, I know. But it is! Love love love long weekends, show me a five-day-work-week worker who doesn't, show!

In Comes January

2009-01-07T18:43:00.007+08:00

First off: Happy 21st Birthday Hanis! Enjoy it, because once it's gone, you'll wish you were 21 everyday. It's true! Ask anyone above 21 hahaha. See you Sunday love!

We spent New Year's Eve simply by watching Seven Pounds (sobs) and then catching the fireworks from the Padang with these folks:

And then we headed for a dose of shisha and some pretty bad hip-hop (sorry, dear) performances. I can't help it - I'm dead against cheesy lyrics and crotch-grabbing performances. Oh, and cringe-worthy 'fans'.

The bf looks a little too awake for 1 plus am in the morning.

The few January days have been pretty good. Highlights include:
- Karaoke at a chalet,
- Getting irritated by some teachers (as usual),
- Scolding some students,
- Smiling at the students who recognise me,
- Spending solid quality time with the boy at the newly 'renovated' West Coast Park. Check out the sea breeze. It can make anyone heady in love. Haha.
- And who could forget? An impending catfight/ dogfight with a stupid guy.

And January means ... is only a few months away. Which is scary, because time seems to be like a bullet train these days.
But I can hardly wait for it. Ironic.

In the meantime, I've got to learn Patience. The boy beat me at guessing the car Neli would drive and I have to survive one day without getting irritated with him, not even once. That, for me, is an uphill task.
But Make No Mistake! I can do it.
I think.

We'll be turning 46 this month. Amazing how time flies, isn't it? And yet, more amazingly, I don't think we'll ever be tired or bored with each other, despite everything. I think in our heart of hearts we feel we're only 12. Hahaha.
I love my boy. He's the best.
And I'm blessed.
:)

Apt

2009-01-01T12:11:00.002+08:00

It's a New Dawn,
It's A New Day,
It's A New Life,
for me..

And I'm Feeling Good.

I'm going to do everything in my power, God willing, to make 2009 a great year. For me, my family, the friends I love, and the one that I love.

Enjoy January 1st, people!

close the curtains and forget the sun

2008-12-30T20:55:00.003+08:00

2008 is drawing to a close, and I cannot be more relieved.
I have screwed up more than I should have this year. This year has opened my eyes, and heart, yet somehow has constricted my views and shut my heart to a lot of things and to a lot of people. In a nutshell, I hate my 2008 self.

It's complicated, it always is.
I hate the fact that I'll be starting the new year in a morose mood, but there you go.
Some things just can't be helped.

Happy New Year everyone.

(And you, I love you, do you know?)

Like a Drug.

2008-12-29T20:18:00.001+08:00

It's addictive.
I don't seem to even want it out of my system.

For now,
Wherever the paths take us to, there I shall be.

2nd Post for The Day!

2008-12-27T10:54:00.002+08:00

Coffee perked my moods. wee..!!

People Glastonbury 2009 from 24th Jun - 28th Jun 09. June HOLS YAYYYYYYY flight tickets are going to be way expensive. Tickets for the festival I heard are at 175pounds. WTF! That's like around 500 SGD! If Blur's in the line-up I will so faint. Hahaha. Also, finally found out Jason Mraz's concert date next year, now to find out where they're selling tickets (cos it's not on SISTIC, darn!) and how much! OMG these bands/ artistes are killing my wallet so how to get married like that how how how? Hahaha.

Lovelovelove Sat morning surfing! Free pulak tu. Gaji buta hurhurhur

Mis-communication no thanks to Singt*l:
8.20 (Me) : Dear I'm at work.
8.21 (Him): Dear?
8.30 (Me) : So what's the plan for today?
8.40 (Him): Dear?
8.50 (Him): Dear?
10.00 (Me): Dear Jason Mraz coming to SG Indoor Stadium next year. Going?

Phone calls-
Where have you been? Did you get my "dear" messages?
Ya, I replied already what. Did you get my messages?
No!
Well, don't scold me, it's not my fault.

..
Maybe it's your phone that's spoiled.

10.30 (Guess Who): Dear you're right. My phone yang spoiled. Just got your messages. I wanna go how much are the tickets?

GRRRRR.
Thank you Singt*l for almost ruining a perfect r/ship. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

Grrr Is Not A Word

2008-12-27T09:34:00.004+08:00

Christmas with The FTC:

I want to learn Spanish - it ain't no monkey language, yo.

--
I feel so angry right now. Might murder a teddy bear soon.
Probably has to do with the fact that I'm at work right now.
SATURDAY leh kns betul laaaaaahhhhhh

I hate superficial narcissistic airheads on FB who cares lah, who cares? Who. Cares?
---

I'm waiting. When these holidays end there'd better be something to look forward to.

SO ANGRY LAH!

What's My Age Again, What's My Age Again?

2008-12-23T17:12:00.003+08:00

Sometimes, I realise that I just need to grow up.
But being an adult isn't any fun at all, boo.

UGH!

I need to snap out of it, fast, before...

Love Me Do

2008-12-20T23:57:00.002+08:00

It's true what she said. It's not easy for two hearts to become one. It takes a lot of sacrifices, mutual understanding, and that P word: Patience.
We have a lot to learn. About each other and from each other. Sometimes we stumble, but that's okay, so long as we dust ourselves off, keep our Egos in check, and get back up again.
No matter the paths we take, I hope they always lead us back to each other.

And each day brings us closer to the fulfilment of our dreams and hopes. Insyallah.

I love you too dear. Each and everyday.
Do you know?

forty-five

2008-12-17T23:10:00.002+08:00

happy forty-fifth month dear!!!
*throws confetti and tissue paper and napkins and straws and cardboard cutouts in the air*

love you!

Growing Up is Easy, Becoming an Adult is Not

2008-12-15T13:18:00.004+08:00

Last Saturday, we were waiting to watch Twilight at midnight with Jaj* and Y*n, and to avoid meeting more scantily-clad ZoukOut goers, we headed to PageOne (which was probably the least possible place they'd go in Vivocity).

And I chose this book..

because I couldn't think of any other author to choose from. (Unimaginative like that). I should be sued because I haven't even finished two other books.

But the book so far has been good, so I'm not complaining. It's a collection of interviews of the victims in the Tokyo sarin gas attack 13 years ago. Seems interesting, no?

Okay, I realise this is one of many blog posts I've done about Murakami. Boo.

---
Mini SB reunion was fab. Fah*i, as usual, was crappy!
And hurhurhur some of them went to ZoukOut and got wasted and were late for the wedding. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. These young people ah......

Btw it's a pity we didn't take any photos. :(

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I need to create a list. There is so much to think about. Driving me nuts!

Life is What We Make of It

2008-12-12T19:35:00.003+08:00

Enough of late evenings/ nights in the office, we finally get our break!

Don't you just love Work Conversations?
I said to the boss (who spared me today so I could dive into my In-tray - an in-tray I never had till yesterday, and an in-tray which was startlingly high) before I left, "I'm going to enjoy my weekend now, because I know Monday's going to be...."

"Busy," she said.

I wanted to tell her, "Not really, I was thinking more along the lines of Hell, Crappy, Sucky, Bloody Tiring." But Busy works too.
I also wanted to tell her how much this was draining the energy from our minds, bodies and even souls, but I know she already knows it.

And something is taking a toll on me because I walked from the train station to work today and got dizzy. Same thing happened when I walked to the bus stop. This is worrying me. Either I need to get some exercise, pronto, or I need to cut down on those chicken wings and french fries. Or both.

In Other News,
The weekend's here and let's all just dive in, carpe diem, and enjoy it to the fullest. It's going to be a glorious one.

(I hope).

That's Going to Leave a Mark

2008-12-08T16:50:00.002+08:00

Do you ever get into those situations where.. someone's talking, and you ask a question after he/ she pauses, but apparently that someone didn't hear you because he/ she cuts you off and continues talking and loving the sound of his/ her voice, and at the end of his/ her tirade, your question is left unanswered and your mouth is agape and you're thinking, "Boy, is this awkward. Do I ask him/ her again, or do I just ignore it and shut the hell up, and nurse my Ego?"

Hmm.

Note to Self: Check into Rehab.
Wait, do they have those in SG?

Excuse me while I head off to perform the death defying stunt of eating my third lunch this afternoon. Ciao Bella.

Tomorrow is a New Day

2008-12-08T01:27:00.004+08:00

Salam Aidiladha to one and all.

It's always a quiet, unassuming affair this time of the year. I'd be surprised if we even go out today. The idiosyncrasies of my family never fail to amaze me. Nope, no festivities for us this time of the year.

Was out in town today, and amidst the crowds and the bright, pretty lights, the crazy drivers and complacent jaywalkers, i had two thoughts, each drastically different from the other:
1) Someone might pull a 'stunt' in the middle of Orchard Road (if you know what i mean - I don't expect you too, I'm being vague for fear of being Googled. The Big Brother effect, I call this), and

2) It would be nice to be on holiday and snap pictures behind a pretty X'mas tree (or two, or twenty), and not care about going to work the next day, or make any effort to dress up because tourists can be as disheveled as they want to be, cos no one cares.

Number Two always on the forefront of the mind while the other one takes a back seat.
I need a break, badly.

Amazing Race finale later today so I need to sleep now, past my bedtime anyways. Not a fan, but the marathon on Ch5 last afternoon coerced me to become one. I so want Nick and Starr to win!! I don't understand how those boys can become Frat Boys!! Why would a CEO need a million bucks when there's the Lehman Brothers and this thing called Investments!!

Sheesh. I need to read more lest I become addicted to the 'Magic Box'.

Good night people.

Stories of a 9 to 6

2008-12-03T22:17:00.004+08:00

At 5pm, the vice-boss called.
"Rahimah, have you finished the Strat Thrusts?"
"Umm, no, cause some of them have just given me, and some of them haven't. Haven't collated all. Only have three for each year."
"WHAT? Can you do it soon, I need it by tomorrow!"
"I know, I'll do it. I'm doing my PowerPoint now. Just uploaded my report also."
"SIGH. I don't think you all know the urgency of this. I need to submit it together with the results table tomorrow!"
"Don't worry. Haha, if we can't finish this, you won't get to go on holiday right? Haha."
"I'll go on holiday no matter what!"

At 3 pm, I had this conversation with the other boss.
"Ma'am, I haven't done my PowerPoint."
"Why?"
"Keep formatting the Strat Thrusts lor."
"Strat Thrusts can wait. We need the PowerPoint. You do yours now."
"Okay."

She sits in front of my desk for a good two hours, reading someone else's report. But she hears my 5pm conversation with the vice-boss.
So she says,"What did Mr ____ say?"
"He asked to finish up the Strat Thrusts cos need to submit tomorrow."
"Okay.."
"But I told him I need to do the PowerPoint first."
"Don't do the PowerPoint. You need to do the Strat Thrusts first, they're more important."

-_-

Moral of the story:

Go on leave in December.

Don't know why I'm writing this. Possibly to dismiss the ailing heart and its woes.
Boo. Hoo. Hoo.

it's easier if you're the one leaving

2008-12-01T20:37:00.003+08:00

A few weeks ago, I grabbed this off his cousin's F'ster.

There's no better feeling than the feeling of stalking your own boyfriend. Haha.

I'm trying to keep busy, because I'd go mad otherwise. The boy is away for a work trip to M'sia for three days and I haven't been able to contact him. UGH. That drives me crazy. I already miss him so much.

So I'm doing a whole lot of other things. Changed the blog layout. Blogging. Watching TV. Anything to keep my hands off the phone and my mind off wondering.

It's sick. Does anyone else feel similarly?

---
We watched Quarantine last night. I'm a sucker for such shows. Something, just something about humans going out of control biting the hell out of other humans, fascinates me. It also scares the hell out of me. Haha. I almost squeezed the blood out of the boy's arm. YIKES. So much for gung ho.

Other out-of-control-human movies I liked:
28 Days Later
28 Weeks Later
I am Legend

It's the misanthrope and pessimist in me, I can't help it. I'm configured this way. HAHA. Now, that's a way to put it.

---
I took the bus to work this morning, and listened to the radio. Nicholas Lee, apparently standing in for FD and Glenn, was somber about Mumbai's incident. And about Ms Loh's passing.

It's sad - it makes you wonder what her husband felt. i won't even begin to imagine his anguish. To lose someone you love so suddenly, and in such a way, is just..
No words can measure his pain.

Sigh.

And at that moment, the bus drove past scattered remnants of a bumper of a taxi. It's been there for a few days now. I wonder what happened. I hope everyone involved is alright.
I hate accidents.

---
Does it ever get easier?
I'm guessing no.
Two more days and he'll be home. Please stay safe, love.

storm in wildfire

2008-11-28T12:36:00.004+08:00

love of my life,
don't be sad, darling,
we'll make it through
this is but a speck of the things we have to go through
we'll make it through

smile sayang.
don't be sad.
i'll always be here.

p/s:
on hindsight, i agree, they shouldn't have chosen J Mraz's song, he's the lyrics maestro!!!!

you gotta toughen up for him

2008-11-26T10:21:00.002+08:00

end of year =
reports
reports
strategic plans
meetings i don't attend
paper pushing exercises
reports
excel formatting
typing reports
more formatting
and formatting
cluelessness
i'm clueless
but i have to do this

end of year =
2 months extra
hooo yeah.
it's the only thing getting me going now
pathetic
i'm a slave to my pay packet

but heck
least i'm honest about it

and i've got announcements
in dec/ jan
!!!

back to slavery
hail Big Brother
okcrappingliaobye

Mid-November

2008-11-19T21:00:00.007+08:00

I'm supposed to 'tweak' a report for work but the Lazy Bug has caught on. I'd much rather blog than do that, actually. Bleargh.

Birthday stuff.

The clock struck Midnight with these folks!

'Twas nice of them to spend the first moments of 24 with me despite having early mornings the day after. Muchos Gracias, ladies.

Int*n kept asking me for a mini speech, but it being a Friday night (and therefore the end of a tiring work week), all she got out of me was,"Goodbye 23, Hello 24". And then I almost concussed on the Al-Majlis cushions. Almost.
Anyway, Avenue Q was pretty good but Al-Majlis' Crispy Chicken was better. I was hungry!

The next evening I got a nice surprise from the Finer Things Club, who were in cahoots with the boy, HA! The boy, somehow, managed to keep it all from me. He had me blindfolded from Esplanade Mall all the way to One Fullerton. Can you believe it? In the darkness, I swore I could feel a lot of potholes. I was screaming a couple of times before I really started to walk. Geez. And when I heard people's voices, I kept saying, "This is his fault", while pointing at the boy, and asking, "Scuse me, can you tell me where I am?" I'm a riot. i know. Heh.

Funny though how your other senses kick in and become hypersensitive when one is not available (so to speak). I could even smell the sea breeze, from the Merlion area, something I'd never sensed before.

Three-quarters of the way I heard a bunch of guys sing me Happy Birthday, twice, and that caught me off guard. And panicky. At one point I even thought the AIA guys were there. YIKES! I was even more shocked when the girls told me they were strangers, and probably just being funny. Haha.

I was screaming so much when I reached Starbucks that I saw a lot of eyes on me when I got the blindfold off. SHIT. That was prrrettty embarrassing.

And then I had tears in my eyes when I saw the pair of them, and the cake they had lit. SUPPLIES!

We then went on our virgin Flyer ride. Thanks to Isss' World-Wide Friendships, we got a capsule all to ourselves!

Halfway up some of us got really scared. Especially at the top.
But the view was awesome!

Yeah, we were trying to be funny.

Thanks everyone once again for everything.
And to the boy, thank you for all your effort and for thinking of me even when you're busy with work. Iloveyou!

I feel Craptastic, thank you very much

2008-11-12T11:41:00.002+08:00

I’m feeling cranky today. Yet, there’s a smile on my face. I feel like a cheat to my own feelings.

Sigh.

Something’s up.

I don’t mind being deleted from your Friendster, Facebook, and being blocked from your MSN. It’s pretty interesting how you do all these things to wipe me out from your life. It all looks too laborious to be too casual, if you ask me.

I wish people were more intuitive of the effects that they have on others. I have a pretty destructive personality and being around such people does not bode well for my self-esteem.

But I’m stuck.

And I feel damn alone. And invisible.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts.
Elusive.

You might be surprised but I’m actually looking forward to the work event that I have to participate in this Saturday. It’s silly, inane, but I think I’ll enjoy doing it. Selling coupons to kids, I mean. Wah, so exciting, hor.

I’m inspired to take up 2A.
(I just hope I don’t fall off the machine too many times).
Class 3 has pretty much come to a standstill. BAH! I need money.

I don’t know why but I have a mental image of the Arts canteen in my head.
Useless information.

“When you speak and they trail off, it discredits you.”
True words.

the november boys and i

Pre-Birthday, Part 2

2008-11-09T23:48:00.002+08:00

The Penyangakz (aka the bike gang) surprised us three November babies again with a fantastic pre/post-birthday celebration this evening.
Unfortunately, the stupid battery in the camera was exhausted so I have to wait for others to upload their pictures, ie. Never.
Anyway each of us received a photo frame with us three in the picture and it was just lovely, to say the least. Goes to show you don't need the most material things to make a person happy. Something from the heart will just do. Something that makes you feel special and loved, if only for that moment.

After a pretty horrible day, tonight's events made my day.

Sentimental.

The boy, in his attempt to keep secrets from me, told me not to look at his phone from tonight till Saturday.
Now, I'm just wondering which one of you is in cahoots with him.
Ha!

The World Watches

2008-11-07T08:36:00.002+08:00

As much as some might dislike the country, as much as we'd like to think our 'Asian' culture has not been 'tainted' by the vultures of 'Americanisation',
we all know..
that America is a superpower not even the most apathetic can ignore.

While many might envy your popularity, I'm sure they're not envious of the work you have on your hands.
But congratulations, from this insignificant being, on your breakthrough against political competition and ethnic barriers.

Good Luck, Mr Obama.

Thankful

2008-11-06T18:19:00.005+08:00

They see something in me that I don't.

And I think they're two of the best people in my life.

GAH! We really ought to be neighbours and have major Ben&Jerry's bingeing sessions.
And weeiiii, what happened to the UK? It's almost 2009!

(no.7)

I Don't Know My Elbow from My Arse

2008-11-05T20:43:00.003+08:00

So as it nears that time of the month (and year), I figure it's timely that I decide to make some changes to my life. And listing them down is Step No. 1.

But before that, here are the things I wish for in the future:

1. That someone invents a transparent face mask for riders to put on because I am waay sick of getting dirt and grime on my face and lenses when those big, sooty school buses go by;

2. For Vivocity to stop making us pay so much for a miserable parking lot;

3. That human beings will in general be kinder, eat healthier, and wait for the darn train passengers to go out of the train first!

4. That people will stop fussing about foreign workers' living areas. Honestly, I think we're a danger to ourselves if we are that arrogant.

And my List of The Quest towards Betterment:

1. Start on badminton on Sundays;

2. Start attending syarahan;

3. Be more patient and less antsy;

4. Love everyone despite their obvious flaws;

5. Get a more fulfilling job regardless of a pay cut;

6. Get married to Love of Life;

7. Start telling girlfriends how much I love them;

8. Stop that silly social hibernating I do once in a while;

9. Quit being so depressed;

10. Look on the Brighter Side of Life;

11. Write short stories;

12. Get that bookshelf going;

13. Be less insecure;

14. Take guitar lessons;

15. Take formal Mandarin lessons;

16. Save more money

17. Be inspired by someone

18. Travel beyond Asia

19. Pay library fines

20. Clean bike more often (twice a month).

Let's not be too optimistic; I recognize it's going to be an uphill, very arduous task towards betterment. I'm probably going to take another 24 years before I get it all done.
But if I don't try, I won't know.

And by way of a birthday wishlist,
let's just say I'd be really grateful if someone gets me a good pair of shades (for those bright mornings and sunny late afternoons).
HAHA!

ENOUGH.

2008-11-03T20:41:00.002+08:00

At October's End

2008-11-01T00:04:00.006+08:00

Music
Camera Obscura was, the bomb. Alright, a pretty subdued, not such a crazy bunch on stage, but heck, it's possible that after Broken Social Scene's gig there, I'm always going to expect artistes prancing around on the side bars. And rabid mad fans.

But I loved it when they played my favourite - Keep It Clean. Unfortunately I was among the few who shrieked when the chords came on. Bah.

Tracyanne's accent is really pretty. I'll move to Scotland, just because.
And Teenager's still playing in my head!

The power of music.

Reads
Two books I have yet to finish:
Milan Kundera's Ignorance, and Murakami's After Dark. At the rate I'm going, I'll probably not finish them this year. I've become a lazy bum!
Soon, I'll be one of those who put magazine titles down under "Favourite Books". Or "the last time I read was my textbook". Nyeh.

I love playing FreeRice. It makes me seem smarter than I really am.

November
It's November already! And I survived! Alhamdulillah.

If anyone wishes to splurge on my birthday, what I'd really like is a green paint job and top box for the Vespa. Thank you so much in advance.

No, really.

Tomorrow
I'm so excited for the both of them. They've come so far!
More of that after Sunday. Good luck everyone!

Her

Happy Two Four to my Oldest and on of my Most Favourite Friends.
Love you!

Him

It's just crazy how I can miss you even after saying goodbye for only one minute.
It's been one hell of an October, but we pulled through, stronger than before.
Thank you for putting up with my mood swings and work-related verbal vomitting. Thank you as always for your kindness and patience. I can never apologise enough. And I can never be grateful enough.
me love you long time
haha

Commentary

2008-10-28T18:55:00.003+08:00

Weddings aplenty.

When you find out that a number of your juniors has gotten married to a number of your seniors (and bypassing your own batch - by choice or otherwise, I do not know and do not wish to know),

...

you know what, there are some pretty unshakeable thoughts which come to mind.
Needless to say, the reporter-slash-gossip in me was screaming, "WHAT THE HEY?!!!! WHAT HAPPENED IN/ OUT OF SCHOOL THAT ONE YEAR SINCE I LEFT??? WHEN DID ALL THESE PAIRINGS OCCUR?? WORSE - WHY WAS I NOT INFORMED????!!!"

But Congratulations to these strangers/ not-so-strangers.

I actually have a one-liner for this; the boyfriend was giggling away at it (shame on you!), but it's private because it concerns the alma-mater, the Institution-Which-Shall-not-be-Named.
You might want to ask me personally but I doubt you're interested.

But it's really funny, trust me.

ANYWAY.
Me loves me Finer Things Club!
So much for a movie marathon, I think we couldn't get enough of stories - and I'll bet we weren't even finished.

And my boy got slightly punk'd. Haha. Poor thing. (Not!).
Thank you for the book, Issss!! Haha.

Till next time!

XOXO,
Me.

train wreck

2008-10-28T00:53:00.001+08:00

you slump down in despair when you realise you've got no virtue left in you. everything which used to be n colour now fades in frames of black and white.

cynicism.

i'm the world's greatest pessimist; that i am.
but i'm okay

Analyse; Paralyse

2008-10-24T21:42:00.003+08:00

This is how I'm going to make full use of my brain - by not using it.
The problem with me is threefold.
One. I tend to overanalyse things, and look for layers that aren't there. That is how matters get complicated,even when they're really not.
Two. I feel sorry for myself far too often. Given the facts which do not lie, I really ought not to.
Three. I don't have faith in myself, and in others. Ever so often, I expect people to disappoint me, and ever so often, they do. It might be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

I'm a wreck. Inside.
This whole week has been testing. I've never felt so worn out in such a long time.

this poisonous anger is eating me up inside

2008-10-23T21:17:00.004+08:00

2008-10-23T20:29:00.001+08:00

Sometimes
it's like screaming at the silent wall

and sometimes, the wall screams back

it neither listens. nor emphatizes.

i might as well be alone

OverTime, Overdrive, Over..the Bridge.

2008-10-20T19:34:00.002+08:00

I cannot believe I came back to the office after the course. I must be nuts or deranged or something.

If you must know, I'm a one-man show for this project. It's painful. It really, really is.

Well.

Anyway, the weekend was a blast because of several events, photos of which I will/ will not post up (depending on whether I get them). We had balls of fun, didn't we girls?

OMG W*N YOU'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!!
How's that for announcement, eh?

Pressure's mounting.
I really want to emigrate to a country where marital ties are not so important.
Unfortunately, I doubt any civilisation has that kind of principle.

Issss,
The norm is a man-made construct so that people can just make comprehending life easier (this is my unadulterated, somewhat philosophical POV - yeah, right?), so if there are those who don't think you're normal,
SCREW THEM. They're the gutless conformists.

The Importance of Being Earnest

2008-10-13T12:14:00.002+08:00

I went Raya-ing with Mr Haron's family last weekend. It was pretty much a blast, and I learnt several things:

1. Always smile coquettishly at
a. Uncles who call you 'Maznah', and invariably, their Sri Lankan maid (said in jest - I hope),
b. Makciks who hold on to your hand when you salam them and ask, "Yang ini, sape pulak?", and then one aunt or another says, "Kawan nye Alif", or "Bakal Alif".

2. Keropok lekor from Johor is the bomb,

3. Family is first, the nuclear family is firstest,

4. Nothing beats spending a little 'us' time with the boy after 12 hours of being around each other but not exactly being around each other.

Last year, I went too, but somehow this year, I was less on edge. Perhaps because it's the second outing, and between that and last weekend, I'd gotten to know the family more deeply.

Classic:
Aunt from Johor asks his mother : Who's this? Alif's fiancee?
His aunt: His friend
His mom: His "bakal" (future, so to speak).

*BEAMS*
I can't even begin to explain the amount of gratification I got out of those two words. It's like getting several stamps of approval. It's like winning the lotteries, it's like.. well, you know what i mean.

Insyallah.

------

The big event this Friday night! And the upcoming weekend will be a blast because of raya outings. I don't care if I'd be half dead next Monday, and who cares if this work week will suck even more than last week, it's four more days to the weekend.

And that's a fact I will relish today.

Happy Monday, People!

Dying Soldier

2008-10-07T18:30:00.000+08:00

September was mad. October looks to be pretty interestingly hectic, too.

I do not like the fact that my work is held up by so many people. My friends, when you move up the grades, please do not behave as these people do.

The way they act is as if the world revolves around them. Perhaps I'm too nice, which is why they delay. And delay. And delay. Apparently, only emails carbon-copied to the higher-ups will be met with some action. It's disgusting.

And it's not just me. W*ni (CCP*) seems to have things difficult too. We like to spend what's left of our free time (read: lunch break) complaining about them tee-chers.

It's not everyone lah. It's just a few rabid idiots.

Anyway, if I carry on with more work talk I'll just put everyone to sleep, minus the anaesthetic.

I just want November to come by. Then perhaps, we could all breathe a little easier.

In the meantime, I'm a dying solider with no choice but to press on.

ClockWatcher

2008-10-06T12:22:00.002+08:00

I am in paper heaven. No, actually, I'm in paper hell. The amount of paper strewn across the desk is unbelievable.
I am confused. I can't juggle these many things, not in my head. Not even on my desk.

Sigh.
I guess I'm working till the school closes today.
:(

Hali Laya

2008-10-05T01:07:00.007+08:00

The good people (and I say this with VERY little sarcasm - ha) of AIA took time off their busy schedules to have a Raya outing.
Guess who tagged along?

Middle Name

2008-10-02T10:39:00.002+08:00

Amidst the happiness and joy surrounding this festive season, I find myself feeling displaced. Not at one with myself, as if I watch the proceedings of the usual events from afar.

I realize I've got too much hope in the system, and that it all rests on one person's hands so much that I resent the fact that I am even holding out hope in the first place.

Hope for the Best, Expect Nothing. Believe in Serendipity.
In retrospect this should very well be my mantra, too.

And other reason for this displacement?

The fact that this holiday falls smack, right in the middle of the week. And unless one took two precious days off, one is stuck with fulfilling what's left with the work week. And even if one did, there are probably too many closed doors, because like the rest of Singapore, others are still very much hard at work.

Me? I took half a day off to sleep in. The sad part is that I don't get up to watch my favourite Teen Titans because it's not Saturday. Instead, I have to do with RTM 1. Yucks.

I ought to be off now to get the PDL. Driving on the roads next practical lesson! Wee.

"I say, I say, I say, I sit on You"

2008-09-29T13:09:00.002+08:00

My favourites.

Despite the pretty annoyingly lecherified waiter, we had quite a ball of time.
Next up: 17 Oct 08!!

With great difficulty, finally, the boy and I managed to stream and catch Season 5's first episode. OMG I'M SO HAPPY I WANT MINE TO BE LIKE THAT TOOOOO!!! It's just too sweet lah.

Went to a wedding dinner on Saturday night, and had gales of laughter with several driving instructors. Yes, how fun.
Bestie on the other hand had a more interesting encounter at her friend's wedding dinner. Hur hur hur.

There's too much work to be done. I'm getting sleepless in Singapore!

P/S: Most annoying colleague handed me a Raya card this morning. Someone say, SUCK UP, please.

United Colours of Benetton?

2008-09-23T11:16:00.002+08:00

I love how we all look so happy here.

one-liners are all i have left

2008-09-22T21:50:00.003+08:00

It's been a pretty mad September.
If I were to blog about every detail I'd be able to publish a whole book, albeit a pretty uninspiring one.

I am so afraid of screwing up, and getting screwed & manipulated. But then, after all that has happened, there's barely much to lose, is there?

I'm getting quite tired of babysitting, cajoling, and chiding those 70 odd.

Spending time with his family always reduces me to humility. I'm not sure why.

Anyway, finerthingsclub, WHEN???

-

2008-09-18T20:54:00.000+08:00

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

I see you - the only one who knew me
And now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over,
And I hate when things are over -
When so much is left undone

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

You say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
But I know you just don't care

And I said what about "Breakfast at Tiffany's?
She said, "I think I remember the film,
And as I recall, I think, we both kinda liked it."
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got."

A Lesson in Nostalgia

2008-09-17T21:42:00.004+08:00

Sometimes, I really, really miss the people of Starbucks.

In The Office (deleted scenes), Michael Scott calls the people from the unmerged Scranton branch 'The Classic Gang'.
That's: Jim, Dwight, Pam, Ryan, Kelly, Angela, Phyllis, Kevin, Oscar, and himself. Oh and Meredith. And Creed the creep.

My version of the classic gang is..huge. Full of people who might or might not have met each other, but it's easy to get confused when the turnover rate is astounding. But the list includes these people:
Yan, Islinda, Aliah, Wina, Jamie, Jaws, Lin, Milo, Farhaan, Fahmi, Yunus, Cica, Syarif, Crys, Ayie, Naz, Niela, Jason, Amin, Nani.
Among others.

Back then these people made SBOP a great place, before the newbies came along with their raging hormones and penchants for frivolous at-work scandals. Not to mention an I-can-call-a-damn-drink-don't-correct-me-and-then-he-calls-"2 tall for here latte' attitude.

Despite the general hustle and bustle of morning crowds, there were plenty of memories, those few years. We braved the Saturday cyclists. Sliced and toasted thousands of bagels. Had loads of laughs. Complained. Tried to upsell, or ignored the whole endeavour altogether. Got backstabbed. Backstabbed someone else. Kid around even in front of the customer. Pushed one another on the trolley during trash run. Went raya-ing in an assortment of vehicles. Did a whole lot of other things people might cringe at. We hated each other, and loved each other (though it might not necessarily be the same person).

I guess at the time we really wished the pay was higher, the workload a little lighter, but on hindsight, perhaps the experience was more valuable than anything material.

I don't remember a time where I laughed as hard as when I was on shift, no matter who the partners were.
I miss working at the old place. The new look is cosy, but ... they're mostly all strangers, now.
Sigh.

Those were definitely the days.
All this because of Wina's Hari Raya photo.
Tsk

A Letter to No One in Particular

2008-09-16T10:42:00.000+08:00

Dear Whoever it Might Concern,

RE: Random Snippets of Knowledge You Might Not Care About

I refuse to let anyone spoil my good mood today. Come hail, rain, hell, fury, whatever, NOTHING will spoil it.
(I hope).

2. Like certain friends, I too have a propensity to just wish to be alone. It’s easier to deal with your demons than to grapple understanding the ones others have. Or worse, let people be around your demons. Mine are pretty hardcore; I don’t wish to let anyone even smell them. Haha.

3. But there are certain days I wish I could just dial a friend’s number and talk. Most times, I don’t want to disrupt any of their plans, so I end up keeping quiet or ranting in the other blog.
Sheesh.

4. We finally will get to celebrate Forty-Two, although a little earlier this month. Why? Because SOMEONE has to work tomorrow night. Boo. But. No matter. Refer to above-mentioned. Even that won’t spoil my day. Heheh.

5. And Friday – JB with colleagues! Will get to save some money, because Malay clothes here are ridiculously expensive. Don’t you think?

6. I love it when I write long, elaborate emails with tables nicely typed out – and then everyone barely reads or responds to them. I just love the meaningless exercise my fingers have gotten. Beat any massage so far.

Your Sincerely,

_________________
(Insert Signature)

WOW.

2008-09-09T21:53:00.002+08:00

This week has so far been a little marred by people with terrible attitudes, but for now, i'll brush it off. (although it's keeping me awake sometimes, all this hostility and never-ending work.

But, never mind.

This entry is to wish someone:
ALL THE BEST AND KNOCK THEIR SOCKS OFF BABY!
Don't be nervous, k, later you occur loss, how?
Heehee.

An aside.
The Noose is so sarcastic and not-so-subtly defiant.. My kind of thing!

Bright & Early

2008-09-08T07:31:00.004+08:00

Last night, we saw this on the lift notice board:

I want to meet this boy. It's too cute!

Thank you for the great (but short, always too short) weekend. Iloveyou!

And now, for the Monday blues to start.
*Groans*

Celebrity Scoff(ip)

2008-09-06T06:16:00.004+08:00

Milo Ventiwhatshisface wants to be Robin to Christian Bale's Batman?
You have got to be kidding me. Now I wish Sylar had really cut his head open.

Jonas Brothers tells Ryan Seacrest their new show is like Flight of the Concords?
Wait, they have a show? WHY? And that's a right lie, we don't even have to watch the brothers' stupid show to discover that.

Ed Westwick looks pretty stoned slashed drunk and therefore like a total perp slashed cokehead in his FB photos. Aww, that sucks. He looks pretty hot in Gossip Girl (in the one episode I actually saw, to be exact).

Michael Phelps gropes some club girls? Actually, he looks pretty awkward in the photos.
Like a fish out of water. Only with hands. And what does he do with them? YES. Tsk. Men. *Scoffs*

And more appalling, not-so-inconvenient truths.
Ohnotheydidn't on LiveJournal

Jibberish

2008-09-03T22:26:00.002+08:00

The boy came over to break fast this evening. Pedestal, meet Boyfriend. Mother was piling on the food and treating him oh-so-nicely that I even wondered if an alien had abducted her and taken over her body when we weren't looking. Kidding.
This boy, I swear, is a makcik's man. They all seem to take to him, and all he ever does is smile and say, "Assalamualaikum". Like, what the heck?!

Just the other day he told me one of his potential clients asked if anyone had ever told him that he looked like [insert second Singapore Idol's name]. GAH! If she weren't pretty senior, I'd say that was a pick-up line. HAHA.

Sister told me the other day that she thought he looked a little like Saiful Bukhari. I wasn't really paying attention to the latter's face, but when I did? OHMYGOODNESS. SAMA LAH SIOL! HAHA.

Ah. This is too much fun.

But eh eh. He's not the only one who gets the seniors' attention okay. Just this afternoon a pakcik asked if I wanted to ride on his motorcycle. Not pillion, which would of course be totally inappropriate, but ride. I rejected him, of course. Not for the lack of interest, but for the fact that I know I would fall off at the drop of a hat because I heard it's a big one (the bike, what were you thinking?). I don't want to run the risk of a bruised knee. Or a dislocated shoulder. But thanks for the invite, Mr ________ .

A little too chipper.
Either I've gotten too much sugar in my system, or I've got to fill my sleep quota of 7 hours, pronto.

Hey Lloyd, I'm ready to be Heartbroken

2008-09-03T08:31:00.004+08:00

There's just something about their music which brightens up my days. It could be their easy melodies, or their 'phwoah' lyrics. 29 October, hurry!

in stride

2008-09-02T13:11:00.000+08:00

Any lover of love should read this.

It's about an almost impossible love story which somehow works out but still has a tragic ending in the end. Time-travelling included, as suggested in the title.

I ought to start, but I'm a blank.

Time of the Month

2008-09-01T16:47:00.001+08:00

Forty-Two in exactly sixteen days. In other words, three-and-a-half.

And A LOT has happened since. Where do we start? From the moment we met, to when we decided we wanted to be One, to when we really fell in love, fell into step in each other's routines in lives, kept each other alive with laughter, support, made each other cry and broke each other's hearts, laughed and smiled again, really, where do we begin?

I suppose a little reminiscing should do us good. Take stock of the past, present, future, and learn from whence we've come.
But words fail me, even though I want to sort of tell it all (but tell nothing at all, all at once). I'm like that when I'm not depressed or sad. I'm very into the tormented artist theory. Haha.

In a nutshell? I'm too happy to complain or mope around. Sure, there are times when I'd rather have him spend 24 hours with me, but that's life. You can't have everything.

Speaking of having everything, here's a wishlist, for something that happens in the near future. Shameless? If you say so.

1. Borders membership & gift cards;
2. TopShop gift cards;
3. Death Cab's Narrow Stairs, Metric's Grow Up and Blow Away, The Cardigans' Gran Turismo;
4. The Office Season 1 and 2 DVDs;
5. A new topbox for the ET8;
6. New paintwork on the ET8;
7. That crazy Adobe (seven programmes, including PhotoShop CS3 Extended at a whopping $97, Holy Macaroni!) pack;

And more.

I find it somehow amusing that four people sent me that Ramadhan message on 'upgrading iman and downloading sabar' on the same day. Going with the times, eh?

Number One

2008-09-01T16:45:00.001+08:00

As the sister put it so succinctly, it's like going back to your roots.
Or something like that.

The LJ's alter-ego, sort of.

First real post, in a while.