tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18323879176453887202011-07-31T05:23:06.132+08:00I hope life isn't a big joke... because I don't get itmohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285154684798564675noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832387917645388720.post-15391718670003203142010-04-06T23:40:00.003+08:002010-04-07T00:05:01.433+08:00

My blog is not a nice read for anyone who reads it.. if they are any. I don't have nice inspirational stuff, I have no photos, no music, no videos, nothing that would remotely entice anyone to read it. It's a place pretty much like me. Nondescript. I've tried my whole early and teen years trying to disappear into the background and fit in but it didn't work. Now that I'm in my 30s, guess I don't

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I've been really moody for the past couple of months now and recent situations and emotional (or perhaps hormonal) imbalances have tipped the scale so that I am officially a tempermental minefield. I swing between raging with boiling frustration and holding on to a veritable hope that there is light for me at the end of the tunnel. Maybe I really am bipolar afterall. My sis has been egging on the

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I'm exhausted. I'm so glad the event's over but I've never been so tired to do a relatively simple forum. I was tired before I embarked on it and even more so during. And now that it's over, and despite my 10.30pm lights out policy these days, the lingering effects of fatigue are not fading away. I.AM.GETTING.OLD. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When did this

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It's been awhile hasn't it? I write 3 posts in a month, then disappear for 3 months. I guess that's because my life's been happy and peaceful up till now. I had 3 months of quiet and uneventfulness. Some people may think it's boring. I find it wonderful. Life doesn't have to be a witch's brew of excitement and adventures for it to be fulfilling. I like the coasting. I like the soft rocking of a

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I don't think I have ever posted 3x in a month before so this is a record.But the reason for this post is because I read my 20 year old cousin's post on Facebook and it moved me to tears. This a girl 11 years my junior. Heck, she's born in 1989!!! Yet she is so incredibly mature for her age and probably even more so than me at mine now. If I ever had a daughter, I would want her to be just like

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Ever felt lonely in a crowded room? The feeling of so many people around you chattering away and somehow, you just can't bring yourself to join in the conversations and if you do, you're just pretending to listen and smile and nod while not engaging anyone really. I get that feeling alot these days. Working in this kind of environment is a great eye-opener about the greyness of human

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Thanks to an entry on Angela's blog, I was inspired to try this for myself. Unlike Ange who never gave weddings a thought, I on the other hand, have always known I wanted to be a wife and mom. Maybe deep down inside, I just want to make things right in my own future family but I also know now that there is no such thing as a "right" family. Families are all dysfucntional in some way or other.

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I hate it when these things called hormones act up. I sort of picture them like millions of horrid green imps with pitchforks coursing through my body wrecking havoc everywhere. I wonder if most women feel it as keenly as I do. My whole back feels perpetually on fire and I can't sleep lying on my back as I always do. Yes, my sleeping position is like that of a vampire... arms folded across my

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We came back from Beijing last week and since then, I have been exhausted. The trip was quite all right except for the spitterbugs from chinese hell. They spit everywhere and the BF and i spent alot of time staring at the grounds to avoid stepping on them and in the process, missed out on appreciating China better. And did i mention it was freezing! Am not used to the cold and i don't like it one

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Have been planning an event for this coming November, and am right now, panicking that may not be enough people to attend it. I have a pretty great list of speakers lined up and all are rather prolific in their circles but the price tag is rather hefty although nothing close to what the schools and other event companies are charging. They go by thousands, mine is a mere $280 and people are

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Someone sent me a checklist of 100 classics of all time to see how many you actually read, loved and didn't really like. My really loved list is kind of short. Here are the instructions: - Look at the list and bold those you have read.- Italicise the ones you want to read.- Underline the books you really loved and strikethrough the ones really didn't enjoy1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen2 The

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Saturday and Sunday was the annual Pedder Warehouse Sale where it's up to 80% off designer shoes, handbags and accessories and it was utter madness!! 50% off Marc Jacobs or Louboutins anyone? I've never been to a Pedder Warehouse Sale before and was itching to see what they had on sale. Are the discounts for real? Are the stocks from eons and eons ago? As curiousity got the better of me, I

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Inner Peace...The wonderful, zen-like feeling of being at peace. And I am peaceful..more than I have been in a long time. Just like how I told Pam the other day in the cab, I am happy now. Finally. A friend called with a job offer about a month ago and the scope sounded all right and the money was really good for that kind of work but it would mean going back to the corporate sector. And whenever

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It's been almost 8 months here at this little non-profit place. This neurotic, schizo world made up of: 1. Strangers who knock at the door asking the most inane of questions2. Intellectual radicals who like to rant3. Complaining aunties, sometimes with good intentions4. Pro-governement zombies who are just so..so... *roll eyes*5. See-saw wannabes who toggle between domesticity and independence6.

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So Lord, what would you have me do? My life is halfway throughI haven’t accomplished very much Instead I’ve upped Apathy a notchSociety, all going to the dogsI’m no better, same sorry sodLiving a world of disillusionment Where money makes for life’s fulfilmentI don’t understand the people around Strutting abound with make-believe crowns What they think mean something But oh! near sighted, little

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I'm not usually blue on Mondays. Unlike a whole lot of other people I know, I'm actually all right with coming to work on Mondays. And this only happens here in this place. With my old jobs, I always dreaded to go into the office. In fact, I dreaded being there the whole week. This simply tells me that non-profit organisations are better for my peace of mind. I don't know why but after the first

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My girlfriend Angela has always badgered me to do more on my blog. Post pictures! Links! Have music and err.. I can't recall what else. I think if I gave her free rein, I think it will look a lot better than its current state. Babe, you want to try? But I have never done more than to colour the background and text and change the fonts. Apart from my ineptitude with the simplest of tech, I found

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Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, "Where have I gone wrong?" Then a voice says to me, "This is going to take more than one night.". Charlie BrownExperience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes. Oscar WildeWhen I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than my talent for absorbing positive knowledge. Albert

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Latest movies watched: 1. Iron Man2. What Happens in Las VegasWho would've thought Robert Downey JR was actually quite a good fit to play the annoying self-involved weapons designer cum ladies man? Perfect amount of smug and seriousness and drywit, I applaud the consummate actor for being perfectly believable as Tony Stark. Not the usual, kazillionaire-by-day and drowning-in-angst vigilante

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Be happy for those around you Although you’re crying inside For the injustice of it all That you’re always The last one left behindWhat your heart desiresNever seems to ever come to fruitAnd you wonder where you’ve gone wrongAgain. To experience the happinessOnly through other peoples’ livesYou tell yourself to stop feeling sorryTo quit having pity To rejoice in the hand fate dealt youAnd forget

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I don't know about you but from the earliest time I can recall, I know that I'm not normal. Not in a bad way or a good way. Just different from the usual people and how I long to be normal. To be run 'o the mill... to be like any other Singaporean girl.. whatever that means. I can't comment since I've never been to "normality". This kind of makes me sound like a retard but perhaps in some

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Sounds like an awfully self-absorbed title doesn't it? But only if being me was something so wonderful, so worthy of being envious about.Perhaps to some it is since there are people alot less fortunate that I am but I figure, to the mass masses out there, it is a life not-so-extraordinary to arouse any lift of an eyebrow.

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It's official. I am, like a (4)million other singaporeans, a whine whore. It's like I was born into knowing instinctively that I should always whine. And I'm starting to irritate myself. And even if my family and boyfriend and friends don't tell me so, I think it's because they love me. Insight and current self-loathing

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Resolution.Is a terrible word. Once you've made one, you're sure to break it. Just like how I made one, here in blogworld about how I was going to write something here once a week and till now, I haven't. In fact, am doing the very opposite. Am putting off writing anything. The year's coming to an end and I'm taking stock these few days.On my relationship with God: I think it's improved by leaps

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I came across this some time ago and it has always struck me profoundly. I turn to it whenever I have a disagreement with someone close to me, or when my patience is tested or I am hurt by someone I love. It serves as a reminder that no two people are alike."If I do not want what you want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. Or if I believe other than you, at least pause before you

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On writing. I used to love to write. It was a saviour to my "tortured" soul; like balm to soothe the torrent of emotion that welled up inside too often for my own good. So that when I let loose, I found perspective, it shaped me, my beliefs on subjects of religion, relationships, family and the like. It was the sieve to the many philosophies and worldly wisdom and religious teachings that one

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How does one refrain from being sensitive and emotional?Why is it such a bad thing? Does it make me a bad person? Or a lesser one?If not, why ask me to change?

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We're back from the airport. Just sent off ah sai (a.k.a. my sister) and feeling rather sad. Have not cried yet.. we did that at mass yesterday already. But there's a funny feeling welling up in my chest that has not found the surface, upon which I think would mean, active tearduct activity. She'll be gone for a year and I will miss her dearly. My sister is my best friend. Like she said, amongst

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It has been raining incessantly. Maybe not in Sg but we just got home from Krabi and boy, did it rain non-stop throughout our entire trip from Monday. It was punctuated by a couple of hours of lovely lovely sunshine on the second day but those hours were but a passing blaze. All too brief. It rained today as well. The day after we came home, prompting my sis to christen me "The Rain Attractor".

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A.k.a The BIBLE. No, I didn't come up with that. Father Johnson said it but I don't think he coined it either. I'm writing about it cos 1. I think it's catchy and 2.Because it was Bible Sunday yesterday. This is the weekend of the year where they tell you that it's time to stop using your bible as a door stop or a very comfortable wrist rest and start flipping those pages cos they hold the key

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Is without a doubt, my skin. You know that living, breathing organ they say is the biggest one you have? Yah, that one. And blessed are the ones who hath good-skin genes for they will not spend plenty of money and waste precious time agonising on why their arses suddenly grew a red, shiny monster when you need to wear a bikini bottom the next day. Or why they would wake up with new "family

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I should be taking a bath now. Am smelly, sweaty and I really need to wash my hair. But what I am doing? Eating kimchi, drinking tea with one leg crossed under me on the chair and typing in here at the same time. Note to self: Cannot buy this brand of kimchi anymore. Not spicy or crunchy enough. Isetan's Jap supermarket still has the best.I am having blogger's block. Ever since I wrote the first

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Heh... here me are again. I'd thought I'd never return to this. But here I am. And I did this all by me 'lil old self. No Mikey to help me out here. I deserve the pat. Especially since techie-phobey moi still belongs to the dark ages where email is (still considered) a godsend and not taken for granted and eBay is a mystery *gasp* "Sacrilege!" I can hear my dear Pammie, who is probably ringing up

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