(since it is Post Ramadhan and am still in Fresh-Self-Emerging-from-Cocoon-in-very-Zen-state phase)
One. Am thankful for everything, from ability to walk and move (will not complain about walking from old wing to new wing ever again after watching that docu yesterday. Very sad but extremely touched and moved by perserverence of others) to having good career options (even though occasionally made to feel like failed at life for not becoming doctor/lawyer).
Two. Stop snickering at misfortune of others, no matter how funny. Bad. Bad. Bad.
Three. Read old emails sent to old crushes and marvel over fact that have blossomed into amazingly calm and somewhat witty and completely non-gushy-non-fangirl-like woman.
Four. Don't stress over little details and remember big picture, which is baking bread on a Sunday morning with loved ones!
Five. Dreams can come true. Belle and Sebastian and Rilo Kiley will go for Fuji Rock, and we will get RM 1,100 return tickets! :P
And finally, don't read Bridget before bed.
Wednesday, 23 September 2009
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Of Pameran Pengantin, Sad Goodbyes and Mentally Standing Up for Yourself
After a year and 6,7,8? months of being together, Ad finally succeeded in making me excited about going to a wedding exhibition (we are getting married in January and are looking for photographers and a decorator for my side). And since he's the time traveler in our little twosome, finding a wedding exhibition that coincided with him being in the state agak susah la.
Surprisingly, at the end of the two hour survey of the exhibition, I was not filled with happy good feelings! Even though some of the people we met were lovely and gave us sweets and pamphlets and little lucky draws forms for slim wrap (I really need to lose weight ke? DON'T ANSWER)! Why, I ask, why?
Sigh.
I find it hard to understand why cashiers at fast food restaurants who spend most of their time on their feet and are working for THE MAN can show more interest and energy in taking my order than you, oh woman wedding vendor. Sangat kecewa. Because I really liked your work and that made me like you and it made me sad that you didn't like me. And now, how will convince my fiancee to take you when you didn't even look us in the face when you talked? Were you having a bad day? I like to think you were, and it was not because of what I was wearing, or because I was holding my purse and handphone in my hands (I have and can afford (more) handbags!). I'm sorry if we were so surprised at your prices, we are still new at this! Oh, guy wedding vendor, I adored you! You were so helpful and gave us lots of ideas and you were oh so cute with your little camera, we could have made it work, but I guess it was not meant to be.
Sigh.
On Saturday, as I was dropping Ad off at Gombak LRT, I watched this guy say goodbye to his baby and wondered if we will be like that next year. Part of me has started feeling like I don't want to have to go through that every fortnight.
Sigh.
Question. When people you love start taking you for granted, what do you do? Because I just feel like shit whenever (which is pretty much all the time nowadays) I try to think of a solution.
SIGH.
We were there!
Surprisingly, at the end of the two hour survey of the exhibition, I was not filled with happy good feelings! Even though some of the people we met were lovely and gave us sweets and pamphlets and little lucky draws forms for slim wrap (I really need to lose weight ke? DON'T ANSWER)! Why, I ask, why?
Sigh.
I find it hard to understand why cashiers at fast food restaurants who spend most of their time on their feet and are working for THE MAN can show more interest and energy in taking my order than you, oh woman wedding vendor. Sangat kecewa. Because I really liked your work and that made me like you and it made me sad that you didn't like me. And now, how will convince my fiancee to take you when you didn't even look us in the face when you talked? Were you having a bad day? I like to think you were, and it was not because of what I was wearing, or because I was holding my purse and handphone in my hands (I have and can afford (more) handbags!). I'm sorry if we were so surprised at your prices, we are still new at this! Oh, guy wedding vendor, I adored you! You were so helpful and gave us lots of ideas and you were oh so cute with your little camera, we could have made it work, but I guess it was not meant to be.
Sigh.
On Saturday, as I was dropping Ad off at Gombak LRT, I watched this guy say goodbye to his baby and wondered if we will be like that next year. Part of me has started feeling like I don't want to have to go through that every fortnight.
Sigh.
Question. When people you love start taking you for granted, what do you do? Because I just feel like shit whenever (which is pretty much all the time nowadays) I try to think of a solution.
SIGH.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Six things to do in the next 6 months!
1. Finish loads of work and be in a comfortable position when it comes to The Thing That Cannot Be Named. (ie. THE END OF IT).
2. Plan a wedding and not go crazy. (no attempts at anything home made this time, because my hands are like feet when it comes to artsy stuff).
3. Learn to knit (I spit at Thing to do No. 2). More appropriately, learn to knit a hat by October. Or July 2011.
4. Start a shop.
5. Listen to more music, read more books and talk less about people.
6. And of course, become more amazing than already am!
2. Plan a wedding and not go crazy. (no attempts at anything home made this time, because my hands are like feet when it comes to artsy stuff).
3. Learn to knit (I spit at Thing to do No. 2). More appropriately, learn to knit a hat by October. Or July 2011.
4. Start a shop.
5. Listen to more music, read more books and talk less about people.
6. And of course, become more amazing than already am!
Friday, 10 July 2009
Sometimes I Wish I Could Turn My Brain Off
I don't understand why you still need her for that.
I don't understand why you can't just tell her that she's not the one.
I don't understand how you can be such a good person and a bad person at the same time.
In the end, what I really don't understand is why other people's problems affect me so.
Lebih baik aku tengok Gossip Girl, sambil menikmati minuman kordial berperisa mangga.
I don't understand why you can't just tell her that she's not the one.
I don't understand how you can be such a good person and a bad person at the same time.
In the end, what I really don't understand is why other people's problems affect me so.
Lebih baik aku tengok Gossip Girl, sambil menikmati minuman kordial berperisa mangga.
Tuesday, 23 June 2009
Where your heart is
Saturday, 20 June 2009
Two posts in one day!
Note to self : Clean up desk at work!!
Another note to self : You don't need a camera, the camera on your phone works fiiiinnnneeeeee.
Adversity Builds Character #1
I thought the worst day of my life was the day while walking to work (RM6/hour to force children to do their worksheets- was I doomed to do this forever?) and depressed that I was going through "We can be friends, but I need space to date other people, but the reality of it is I don't like you as much as you like me" shit with The Boy, I was viciously attacked by a crazy bitch.
And by bitch, I mean dog.
And by viciously attacked, I mean, bit on the knee.
Masa tu rasa macam sangat loser, I thought I could never feel as much of a loser as that day, clutching my leg (bukannya sakit pon, terkejut dan malu je lebih), telling the very concerned nicely-dressed office people (men) that I was okay.
I was wrong.
And this time, going for an injection won't fix things.
And by bitch, I mean dog.
And by viciously attacked, I mean, bit on the knee.
Masa tu rasa macam sangat loser, I thought I could never feel as much of a loser as that day, clutching my leg (bukannya sakit pon, terkejut dan malu je lebih), telling the very concerned nicely-dressed office people (men) that I was okay.
I was wrong.
And this time, going for an injection won't fix things.
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