tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54701084424912540252024-03-14T05:55:45.243+08:00INSTANT AND IMPATIENTPours sorrows, angers, complaints
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These days, I can barely get a 5 hours sleep. Usually would be an hour n I'll be jerking myself awake. Worst still, I'm scared. I didn't realize it because I thought I woke naturally until I start to jerk and twitching myself awake. I start getting dreams that don't make sense. I'm afraid of the dark, I'm afraid when it comes nightfall. I'm afraid when it comes bed time cz it would mean another long n sleepless night. When the sun slowly rises and the sky slowly brightens up, is when I fall asleep. It is going to be 3 weeks since all this started. <br />
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I don't know how long this is gonna last. I don't know when I'll feel better but I just want to be able to sleep again. Like how I used to be. People tell me to be strong, have faith, but I need something easier. Like giving up. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-23426262689551631792013-01-13T01:25:00.001+08:002013-01-13T01:27:30.172+08:00We've been friends for 7 years. His best friend dated my then best friend. Partied, dinner and etc non productive activities. Probably have some photos but too damn lazy to go through the files. :P<br />
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We never exactly saw each other the way we would. Until a couple of months ago, fate *ahem* brought us along. We ate, we drank and most importantly, we talked. The way we never did before. We got to know each other, better. Ever since, we are inseparable. Not literally of course. We try to hang out as much as we could when I'm back and we whatsapp every single day and video chat almost every other night. <br />
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Today I woke up, feeling extremely weird. Cz I'd be whatsapping him with no replies. A one sided conversation cz he's out at the sea. No he's not a fisherman. Haha. He's out diving. And yes, there's no signal out there. :(<br />
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I realize this is the first time we did not chat since we got this close and yeah, I kinda missed him. Badly.<br />
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I never believed in long distances relationship and I think it's bullshit. But suddenly LDR doesn't sound so bad. Come back to civilization quick my dear, otherwise your whatsapp and Facebook messages is gonna explode. <br />
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Okay okay.. I sound so dramatic. He'll be back by Sunday. So hopefully all would be good by then. <br />
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*dear clock, tick faster please?*Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-16089708973108822142012-10-28T17:49:00.000+08:002012-10-28T17:49:28.223+08:00Two weeks of celebration<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
So I have been on a almost 2 weeks leave and went back to KL. It was one of the best leave I've had. Spent time with family and had a simple birthday celebration in Cameron Highlands. Met up with a couple of old friends and catch up on life. Which I am really glad I did.<br />
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I'm back in Singapore a day earlier before my leave ends. When I got in the cab, on my way home, I felt everything is so foreign. Like I didn't belong here, like I'm all alone. Then, I remembered a friend told me that he admired my courage to move to another country and work. He wouldn't have done it. That was when it struck me, I'm scared! I'm all alone in a foreign country. What if I got in to a car accident, or got mugged or something like that? Who would be there for me?<br />
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This morning when I woke up, I felt even worst. The feelings from last night multiplied by 10 or something. It's like head first down a seven story building would make me feel better. Friends told me, it could just be the post-effect of going on leave for too long. True? Idk. As of now, I choose anything in the world than to be and feel like this.<br />
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The last thing I want to be is a burden to my friends. That they have to constantly talk to me cz I'm depressed. That they feel obligated to talk to me even if they said they don't feel so. I absolutely don't know what to do. Is this a mid twenties crisis? Is there such a thing? I hope it's not. I'm counting down another 20 days till I'm back home. =/</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-26282921862714072962012-09-25T23:22:00.000+08:002012-09-25T23:22:57.274+08:00Tangle Teezer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm those who fancies online shopping. No idea why but it just gives me the thrill of browsing without getting tired. In short, I'm lazy. But the other day I wasn't looking for anything particular and I saw it in my newsfeed in Facebook. Never heard about it before and was extremely skeptical on how it would work but I got it anyway, and it's a hairbrush. <div>
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Here is how it looks in the box. Hot pink, my color! :D</div>
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Apparently the inventor Shaun P is a color technician in London salons and was inspired to create Tangle Teezer when he sees freshly and fragile colored hair being hacked with a comb. God bless his soul. Seriously. When I first open up the box, I actually thought is this a joke or what? </div>
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The shape is odd but when I hold it to brush my hair, I understands why. It fits perfectly in to my palm with no sign of slipping at all and is extremely comfortable.</div>
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The bristles looks so ordinary yet it is granted a patent for it's "teeth". To me, it actually look like those cheap brush you buy in the night market for 2 dollars. Lol... </div>
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Then comes the moment I try it and O.M.G.. holly molly.. this feels so good! For once I can brush my hair from the scalp to the ends without stopping due to the tangles. I also purposely find some tangled areas to comb and it untangles them without hurting. Good shit or what?</div>
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I couldn't wait any longer and guess what? I called Singtel customer service if I could buy the phone without the 2 years contract cz I don't think I will stay in Singapore for that long! And 900 dollars of penalty fees for terminating the contract halfway through. Anyway, they say I could. <div>
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Off I go to Tampines Mall. Queued for about 15-20 minutes to find that I can't buy the phone without a contract. That bloody bitch in customer service lied to me! =( I also found that I could buy them in NüBox. Off I go again but luckily it's in the same mall. </div>
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No surprise that they sold out but I can't reserve or pre-order. This shit is so depressing. The next shipment is another 1-3weeks! Their last shipment of iPhone was last Friday and it was sold out in 10 minutes! Crazy or what? </div>
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Here I am now... depressed on the fact that I couldn't get my hands on iPhone 5. =(</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-1360551691515298372012-09-22T01:21:00.000+08:002012-09-22T01:21:17.285+08:00Singapore vs Malaysia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It seems like I will be put through some tough decision making from time to time. Life that is. I still remember when I was 21, I made the decision to quit my college and went back working for my dad. Thinking back, it felt like it was a really long time ago. Last year, I made the decision to quit and be a flight attendant. I can't exactly say joining this company is my dream. The occupation is but not the company but I still joined it nevertheless. Reason being; for a man. So I could be with him in Singapore.<br />
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No, this is not a long ass post on how I miss him and wants him back or whatsoever. I received a phone call from my dad this evening. He asked me how is working in Singapore, how's everything.Then he proceeded to his purpose of calling; asking me to move back. He calls and bring up this topic since the day I moved to Singapore but stopped when he realized the intention of me being in Singapore(i.e. for my then bf). He then kept asking me to think of a business to start in Singapore. He doesn't like the idea of me working for others. My dad is the typical chinese businessman, the idea of being your own boss is the best.<br />
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Today he calls as usual asking me bout things and then, he asked me to move back. I was rather shock as I thought we are through with this moving back phase. I have to say, he is my dad after all. I don't need to tell him how's my job or how's my relationship and he can see through everything just based on my behavior. I never mention a single bit on the fact that my relationship ended but somehow he understands without me saying. It's like "the show's over, it's time to go home".<br />
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I am surprised and moved by his understanding and love towards me but I'm also in a dilemma. I honestly grew to like it here although it is really tough to be alone in a foreign country. I would miss my family and friends from time to time, wish there's someone to have my back when I needed it the most but I also believe this is what that made me grew so much. I learned to appreciate them so much more. <br />
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What I earn is more that enough for myself yet not enough to live the life my dad imagined for me. I mean, for now, everything is just nice but if I looked in to it for another 5 to 10 years, not so nice. haha.. He had a point there.<br />
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I remember when I first started my job, I wasn't happy at all. I couldn't stand the politics and I find it hard to keep up to everyone's standard. I have to say, that's the problem for being new but the good news is, you won't forever be new. I am starting to get comfortable and slowly learning to love it although there are bad days as well. Then again, who doesn't has bad days at work? Besides, whenever I thought of breaking bond, I remembered the promise I made to my trainer. I know promises are meant to be broken but not for me. I would never ever make a promise unless I am certain I can keep it. At least break it cz I am forced or had no other choice. I knew a lot of people who goes with the promises are meant to be broken or it is empty in the first place. haha.. Anyway, my dad asked me how much to pay if I quit now. I know money is not an issue but I don't want to leave with a bad name. I don't want to break a promise. Not my principle.<br />
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I can come up with more reasons to stay e.g. I can't see myself moving back and live there anymore. Excuses I know but... I guess for now, my dad ain't winning. I moved to Singapore with a strong purpose and although it's not there anymore, I need an even stronger reason to move back home.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-90265455392130307882012-09-17T01:04:00.001+08:002012-09-17T20:01:18.818+08:00Faster, better, stronger.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You know they always said you'll improve after each experience? That's true. I remember the day I was told to move on, the day my relationship ended. I expected myself to cry and feel total agony that as if my world came crushing down. But I didn't and instead, I went on to work. Came home feeling devastated and called my SIL to release the stress and tension(best therapist). I waited the next day, I teared for everything that has ended but I didn't cry like a baby, although I thought I would. <br />
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Days went by that I shed tears here and there but never cried like a baby. I was worried I might break down somewhere in between. Somewhere, sometime inappropriate but I didn't. I wonder if that's normal but I was told it is. Maybe because I was still waiting for the explanation that he said he owes me. Maybe somehow that gave me hope that I could patch things back. I was dishearten that it didn't happen because well, fat hope of course. Still I was just extremely sad and disappointed, but no crying baby yet. <br />
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It was then that it struck me, I didn't cry because I've had enough of men like that. Men who couldn't pluck up the courage to end things properly. Who didn't have the balls to do it face to face. The day that he decided to text me on the breakup, was the day that I saw him as a lesser man. Sure, technology is created to make man's life easier but in a matter like this, I'd expect em to give some respect and do it face to face. Many a times I defended him and gave excuses to keep holding on, hoping everything would be better but then I learned that I didn't cry because deep down inside I knew he was well not worth it. <br />
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I felt that I healed faster, got better and grew stronger after all this experiences. I believe a big Thank You is in order. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-39266767316250296612012-09-08T01:22:00.000+08:002012-09-08T17:30:10.682+08:00Pack up and move!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It's 1 am and here I am, laying on my bed surfing the net and doing nothing when I'm suppose to pack. I'm moving to Tampines tomorrow and the movers will be here at 12 noon! I have been procrastinating since 2 weeks ago and only started today. #winning<br />
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I really hate packing, I mean why do I need to arrange and pack em' nicely when I need to unbox them an hour later? I really wish I could just push everything in to the boxes haha. Another reason is probably cz quarter of the things in my room need to be thrown away. I'm really bad in housekeeping but I'm trying and I think I'm improving! haha..<br />
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Oh noes.. I just remembered things outside my room that need to be packed. The shoes, things in the kitchen, and toiletries. I guess if I really can't make it in time, I might just dump everything in. teeheee... <br />
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On the side note, I'm feeling extremely nostalgic. I'll be spending the last night here and this place has given me lots of bittersweet memories. This room is where I had my best and also the worst memories in Singapore. I guess everything has to come to an end and it's time to move on. I can't predict the future but I keep telling myself, good things ahead. </div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-66890157006891510942012-08-25T00:09:00.000+08:002012-08-25T00:09:27.188+08:00Growing old is not an option, growing up is...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm gonna do a quick recap before I forgets everything or at least before I loses the inspiration to type. Here it goes, a year ago I fell in love. Madly in love with this man that I found a job in Singapore and moved across the country. My world evolves around him since then. My life in Singapore was built with and by him.<br />
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I hate to say this but all things will come to an end? Mine was just maybe to soon. I was so heartbroken I wanted to buy a ticket a fly home. I don't care if I break my bond and pay the penalty fee, besides, if I disappear, it was him who signed my bond, it's him that my company gonna chase after. I thought after what he made me went through, he deserves it. But I didn't do it. I use to be quite a bitch but this entire year made me grew so much. I learnt so much that I didn't think I would. For once I wanna move on without giving him what I think he did or did not deserves. He is the reason I am in Singapore and in this job but I'm changing that. I wanna truly enjoy my job or at least till the bond end. I wanna be responsible, and most importantly, I don't want to leave with a bad name.<br />
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I can't exactly say I achieved all this by myself. I need to thank my family for it. The support my sister-in-law gave got me through the tough times. She is the best sister I swear. Lets just say she did things that I never thought she would. Things I saw in movie and knew it does happen in real life but never thought it would happen to me. I guess, that's what family is for. =)<br />
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And then there's also a guy. Yea, I know every story has a guy in it. Let's call him Robert. Named him after Downey, Jr. cause he's such a badass and I like him. I'm talking bout my liking for the actor although I have to say I do think bout him (not the actor) a lot. We are pretty forward about our thoughts and it scares the crap out of me. One of the minor reasons is cause I know some things about him, yet I don't know him. The other reason is because I'm wondering if I'm thinking about him genuinely or I'm thinking about him so I can distract myself from the sorrow. I'm such a complicated woman. I dissect every single thoughts, over analyze it and scare the crap out of myself but I guess I'm just being a woman. I probably should just let it be and maybe in a couple of days, this thoughts would have died down and I'll realize how stupid all this is.<br />
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I actually surprised myself because I feel the sorrow is reducing as each day goes. I don't wanna rejoice yet cause I'm worried I might jinx it.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-19704203055239468242012-05-08T14:15:00.000+08:002012-05-08T14:15:56.284+08:00Airplane mode<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I have been wanting to write about this for the longest time but didn't had the time, blah blah blah... yada yada.. and so forth.<br />
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Anyway, I'm curious as how much people know about this airplane mode function in our iPhone or android?<br />
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Do you turn on the airplane mode in the airplane? Or do you turn the airplane mode on after take off? What is your practice?<br />
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You see, it is my job day to day to remind passengers to switch off their mobile phones and electronic devices for take-off and landing and I always get the reply " It's in airplane mode."<br />
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I'm gonna make it clear that Airplane mode is only for <u>cruising</u>. Which means when the airplane stop climbing, you can switch on your device to airplane mode. And then switch OFF your device when you're landing. Easy as that.<br />
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Whenever I feel sad or comes to an dead end, I always find myself here; writing things that some people would disapprove. It makes me feel worse when my blog is the place I pours my sorrow. It seems so gloomy and wistful in here. To make things worst, I find myself using sugars subconsciously to make myself feel better. Which explains the weight gain.<br />
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I have never needed that much of sugar before. Everything that I eat or drink, would be little or sugarless. Nor do I buy chocolates or candies! I may have notice a problem but that is definitely not the root. I never knew moving across the country for someone and also for job is such a big sacrifice. Leaving behind everything and everyone that I have loved dearly. Maybe it wasn't so bad since I have my love with me in Singapore but the truth is, my love have a life. Family, friends, work and everything else. Perhaps I stand a 10% above everything that I mention? I'm not saying that is little nor a lot, considering 10% all for myself.<br />
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I guess I really miss everything back home. Having being sheltered under daddy and could get almost anything that I want with a lil tantrum. Although at times I have to fight hard, it was nothing compared to what I experience now. At work, I have to be on my toes and that itself wasn't enough and I still get into trouble for everything.<br />
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Lucky me, I got a tiny break during Chinese New Year and sneaked back home. The feeling of being back, was awesome although my room don't really feel like my own anymore. I enjoyed every single bit of love that was poured by my family. Considering if I have eaten or worried I'd be bored and kept me company at all times except sleeping of course.<br />
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I wish I could be more understanding to my love and be patient and listen to him. I wish I can be everything that he wants or wish me to be. I know at times he thinks I'm picking a fight or being unreasonable. He even thinks that I'm being selfish for everything is about me. But that is just me crying for attention and TLC. I need to get my emotions fix before I could be anything or everything that he wanted. He sees me destroying the relationship but he does not see how I am trying my best to give him everything that I can or have to him.<br />
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This is very tough problem to fix you know; homesick and whatnot. I thought it would be easy if I could share my everyday with him but this is harder than I thought. I can't pour all my sorrows or emotions as he has his own and he needs peace and time for himself. In short, I gotta stop bothering him with my own problems.<br />
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I'll need to channel my sorrow, stress and whatnot elsewhere. and of course I have no where but here. Guess I'll be updating more often I guess? Well, if I only comes here when I'm sad, I wish I would never need to write here.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-87600595896537212942011-12-28T19:16:00.000+08:002011-12-28T19:16:59.386+08:00Away from home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The truth about me being in Singapore? I'm depressed!! I missed home, my life! What can I complain about? I joined an industry where you have no life, no friends but flying. It is so bad that I can't even tell anyone my sadness. Sure, I have my <3 but it seems like he doesn't gets it. I don't even know what to do!<br />
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My first supernumerary flight is tomorrow and I already feel like really dreadful. I miss home! I miss having someone who loves you to ask you genuinely are you ok? I'm feeling lonely all the time. Not that kinda lonely your thinking but the kind where you are being loved around. I believe a person who laugh the loudest are the loneliest person. That's because I'm trying to cover my sadness. Among my batch mates, I seem to be so happy all the time. Does anyone know I'm aching silently? That I'm dying slowly inside? I don't know who I am anymore nor do I know what's my identity.<br />
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I want to matter like how I takes people I love so seriously!! I'm missing home really badly. I'm losing sleep and never in my life I'd take coffee except once and that was almost two years ago! I drank coffee today. Black. I find myself losing concentration, bit by bit.<br />
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I just want someone to hug me so tight like I'm the most precious thing and nothing else in this world matters and tell me everything is going to be alright. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-72568700816897667722011-12-25T18:27:00.001+08:002011-12-25T18:27:24.707+08:00X'mas in Singapore<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Merry X'mas folks!! Hope you had a bunch of good times with turkey, ham, sausages and most importantly family and friends! I certainly did, although not exactly during Christmas, but last week. Daddy and my brother came to visit me!! So happy I can cry. haha..<br />
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All this time, I know he is getting older everyday, but what I didn't know is he has aged so much. So fast that I am suddenly afraid that I can't catch up with him. Ohh... How I miss him!! *tears*<br />
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Here, I must also thank my<span style="background-color: black;"> <span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♥</span></span><span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">bringing them around. It was a short trip, in fact too short. They arrived just nice for lunch. Right after lunch, we showed my dad the place I'm staying then and to Universal Studios for a walk. Immediately dinner in Chilis. Then shopping. The end. Next day, they went back as I've got to work and I'm not allowed to take leave. Short and sweet </span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">.</span></span><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">♥</span></span></span><br />
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So I moved to Singapore for close to 2 months in a few days time. What I really learn or realize is that every single soul that plans to live in Singapore needs to have 3 most important items. With this 3 important items, you can go places!<br />
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Yes, umbrella. Preferably pink. Why? Because in Singapore, the weather can be worst than a woman having menopause. Why again u ask? It has been raining non-stop for 3 days in a row! At first, it's kinda nice cz it's cooling and whatsnot but once it continues non-stop, it's kinda annoying/digusting/frustrating/etc. Every time you step outta the house, you get wet! Not fun!<br />
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EZ Link card. I'm sure everyone has an ez link card. Seriously, who doesn't right? For the benefit of those who don't know, ez link is a card where you can travel by bus or train without the trouble of carrying loads of coins. I wouldn't suggest train for now though. The MRT has been breaking down on a regular basis recently. haha.. Anyway, I adopted the kiasu-ness and got myself two ez link!! Well, it's so that in case I didn't have enough value on one, I have the other. =)<br />
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Yes, that's an iPhone 4/4S, whatever. No difference to me. In my case, my 3gs works perfectly fine for me, so I don't see a reason for you green-eyed monster out there to have an excuse to change your phone. Wait for iPhone 5 I say! haha. Anyway, with an iPhone apps where you can use your current location and find out which bus or train you need to take. Best of all, you can also check what time the bus/trains arrives. You'll also realize the music helps you kill time, lots of it.<br />
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Loads of cash like you just robbed a bank. Anywhere I go, I'd have a limousine with me. haha.. And if limo ain't grand enough for you, maybe a helicopter then, since Singapore is so congested. I will also then ask you to refer to item #1. Not to prevent you from getting wet, but the weather. Go figure!<br />
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So I have some time today to blog as my class only starts at 2 today. woot!! Thought I could update the photos during my birthday/farewell with my family. It's backdated, about 1 month and 6 days late. A day before me leaving to Singapore, had Korean bbq! I thought the food was not bad but most importantly, I enjoyed the time with them.<br />
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I knew I was gonna miss them like I never did before but I also knew this is what it takes for me to really appreciate what I have.They say, when you lose some, you gain some. And I actually thought I didn't really lose that much when all I gain is becoming closer to my family emotionally. Sometimes, distance is all it takes to bring people closer. I know that very well beforehand, *ahem* had some first hand experience.<br />
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I almost melted when I saw the birthday cake as I was expecting a normal icing of "happy birthday". Yes, that was how strange me and my family was. The "Lovely Family" and all the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;">♥</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">, </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">aaaawwww.... tears. We often forgot, it's always the smallest things that people do that moved us.</span></span></span><br />
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As part the requirement as a cabin crew, I need to bun my hair up. Neat and tidy. Unfortunately, my hair is very long and thick. All the way to my lower back. And yes, I chopped my hair. First time, I went and chopped off 3 inches and thought I can bun them now.<br />
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I hasn't blog for a very long time... yada yada yada... everyone has excuses for not updating and here's mine. I've been very very busy. I know, everyone is!<br />
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Anyway, I an airline company and moved half across the country to our neighbor Singapore more than 2 weeks ago. And everyday is an exciting adventure for me as I don't know what to expect! Everything is so new to me! At first I thought of how different can it be? You know, moving to Singapore and getting use to living there. Truth be told, it's not easy! I need to learn to take the bus and mrt. Most importantly, having someone to guide you. What's more can I complain right? But even up until today, I wakes up 3 hours before my training starts cz I'm afraid of being late.<br />
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I now have dark circles that can compete with China panda I swear! I'm sleepy by 8 or 9 although I usually sleep 11 plus, latest 1. I consider it as quite an achievement cz usually I need about 12 hours undisturbed sleep. Sigh... I can barely keep my eyes open now. Gotta crash. Till I update again.<br />
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Anyway, I couldn't sleep so all kinds of thoughts ran thru my mind and I realize how happy I am being with Moink. He's very sensitive bout my feelings and welfare. Having our relationship started with a distance, the only thing he does is to ensure things works between us. The only thing I need to worry about is, he has an evil scheme. He wants to feed me so much I become a fatty. T_T <br />
With that happen, I will be grounded even before my flying duty starts. Those who don't know yet, I will be starting my training with X airline end of this month. Hence, I can't afford to be fat and I did not see him for almost 2 weeks, I think I manage to lose some weight. :P At the mean time, I'm counting my days till I see him again. Can't wait to see you Moink! <br />
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If my ego is the killer for every relationship, then with you constantly bringing our past 'fights' up, you are not doing any better. I am constantly being accuse for not loving you or care for you. I don't know how I can show it to you god dammit!! I'm in KL and it makes this so fucking hard do you know that!! <br />
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I'm losing my temper again. I couldn't control my tears because its the same feeling before my failed suicidal act eight years ago. When you have all the blame on you when you knew clearly you didn't do any of those, it's a fuck up feeling. <br />
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You can't take care of me cz before the world even fall upon me, you already hurt me. Your door can be replace but let me tell you, words being said can't be replace or taken back. They cut sharper than blade or anything in this world. They can make someone feel like they are the happiest person in the world or it can make someone feel so low, even life is not worth living. I am absolutely outta my mind to actually think this is gonna work. I made myself believe it's gonna work n in the end, I got myself burnt. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-49244461257526068972011-09-19T15:01:00.000+08:002011-09-19T15:01:03.057+08:00Brain dead<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">What do I say now? I have been going for interviews in SG since May. I finally got thru! It's a job that I really love to do but not the company that I want. What should I do? The company that I want is throwing another interview next month. Unfortunately I can't hold the current offer till then. I'm very reluctant to take the offer cz it doesn't seem very attractive. Well, truth is, I am suppose to see the contract this Wednesday but I already have a rough idea how it would be. I think there will be a high chance I will reject them. I wanna rejoice cz I finally got it and I don't have to do LDR. But it doesnt work if the new problem is finance rite? I'm mentally and physically exhausted. I don't know what I'm doing any more.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-62942786216447203912011-09-13T00:18:00.001+08:002011-09-13T23:06:48.977+08:00LDRThe problem with me is I complains, a lot! I think I can probably pass as a Singaporean at the rate of me complaining bout things. Well, I think it has something to do with who you hangs out with. :P <br />
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I think I'm kinda seeing someone but there's a distance problem. We are really trying to make things work. The thought of it makes me feels all warm n fuzzy although sometimes I feel like giving up. And it drives him to frustration. But one thing I must give it to him is, he calls me every, I repeat every night. No matter how tired he is or whatsoever. I guess it's to make sure we don't feel like strangers when we see each other each time.<br />
And it drives me nuts when he's falling asleep and yet still don't want to hang up. Quite cute actually. He's sensitive with a pinch of jealousy and probably an ego size of _______ (yet to find out). <br />
We try to be adventurous, two weeks ago, half hour before I off work, we were on the phone. And later on, he decided to fly me over for the weekend. Very movie-alike. Lol.. <br />
But obviously it's not gonna be him contributing all the time otherwise it would be really taxing on him, so I did flew over the following week. <br />
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We finally had our first argument after 3 weeks! It's only 3 weeks ffs! I would think the reason we argued is really stupid but we started with a distance and we did not had a chance to get to know each other like every other couple did. I am trying very hard but it doesn't seem enough. At the rate of how soon we already argued, you can do the math yourself. I know I will regret what I says now because I find myself cares too much for him. For that, I'm gonna call myself, stupid. Do you agree? Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-81877022341764743162011-09-12T16:41:00.001+08:002011-09-12T16:41:45.297+08:00Love, meForgive the ugly link, I'm blogging from my phone. I'm quite confused myself. Not about the blogger app that I'm using but something personal. The link is a song I can't stop replaying. Love it lots but somehow find it painful to listen to when you're missing someone.<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kcs9fCbOXFw&feature=youtube_gdata_playerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-42637850448546904202011-08-08T00:56:00.000+08:002011-08-08T00:56:33.601+08:00It's backI don't know why, or maybe I do, but I feel like I want to cry so badly. I feel like things has come to a turn where I can't do a damn thing about. I feel like I have come to a dead end. I'm angry, I'm sad, I want to cry. But who will understand? People could ask you how are you just for the sake of asking. I guess if I'm not strong enough to pull my shits together, people would just thinks you're not good enough or not even worth it. <br />
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I believe that when you're fine, people would seem to 'care' about you. They don't mind to seem like extra caring because they know they don't need to actually do anything to help you. But if you're in deep shit, look around, you'll find no one around you. #truestory.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5470108442491254025.post-59773902145327453582011-07-30T14:45:00.000+08:002011-07-30T14:45:20.411+08:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">It has been so long since I wrote something here. Been busy, and sorts. I feel really tired, weary, exhausted,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">fatigued, frazzled, exhausted, drained, worn out, bushed, beat, haggard and etc... </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">psychically and mentally. I find myself getting angry at everything. Feeling of wanting to cry all the time. What the hell? In fact, I'm feeling like punching the crap outta... a punching bag of course. I think I need a holiday really badly. I need to escape and the thought of a holiday would be nice but what sucks is when you realize you have to go back. It's like back to square one fml.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;"> </span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px;">B.T.W, we k<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">now how the saying goes "s</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;">ome people build walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">to break them down". Quite true I would say. I built a wall around myself to make sure I don't get hurt.. erm... long time ago.. but wishing people to come and break it. But nobody warned me that people may come to break the wall with wrong intentions. Result? You hurt yourself even more. Now, I realize my wall is growing taller and thicker. It no longer wanting people to break it but to make sure I </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">wouldn't</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"> be harmed. I guess I'm adapting the trust no one's principal. I would like to thank all those people in my life for the contributions. I love y'all as much for what y'all did.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">As I'm typing, I'm contemplating should I post an update of my blog on my twitter and facebook. I thought it seems like forcing people to come visit and how people wouldn't like to read something that is so sad. This also I have to thank my beloved friends who distanced me because how emo I can get. Then again, it's ok.. everyone has it's day. Mine just yet to arrive. So I hereby decided to post whatever update I want. HAHA. And if you decided to treat me as non-</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">existence</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">, feel free to remove me</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><b><i>A girl doesn't need anyone who doesn't need her - Marilyn Monroe </i></b> </span></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00093066322255346041noreply@blogger.com0