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Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Friday, June 10, 2011
Relocation mission; fail.
Ok so i've decided not to relocate to Tumblr. As nice as that site is, you can't seem to do much on it. Not that i want a freaking award winning blog or anything but some form of individual creative imagination would be nice.
So for now, i'm here :)
So for now, i'm here :)
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Walking down THAT lane..
This morning i had the brilliant idea to unsubscribe to the multiple junk that i, at one point in my life thought would be cool to receive emails from for the rest of my life.
As a result, i've lost the chance to win 100 million pounds in the lottery draw, the countless amazing travel deals (all departing from Australia), and daily emails informing me of the irrelevant job vacancies out there.
In between all those, i've also been receiving notifications from Friendster. Aahhh..the memories. Back when the term "social networking sites" was almost non-existent. So i find myself logging into Friendster (no i don't remember my password but i have not switched email accounts since time began)and voila, i enter my profile page. I have a total of 33 friends and about 18 photos. Wow i was cool.
Anyway, in Friendster i also created a few blog entries which i have no recollection of ever writing (yes, Friendster was so cool that you can blog right there!!). They're memories all the same and i've included them in this entry. Hope you find it as much fun reading as i did.
Oh and one last thing, i was trying for ages to log into MySpace only to figure out later that i never actually had an account. I don't think so anyway. But i was cool..so i must've had one...right?
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Blogging Frenzy
I read in an article that people in the office spend a substantial amount of their time blogging. So, while their bosses looked on and probably congratulated themselves on how lucky they were that they managed to get all the good, productive employees, little do they know that these “busy” employees of theirs are typing rigorously about how much they hate their jobs, their deepest darkest fantasies, or just like what I’m doing, babbling about what’s in their minds.
On the bright side though (to employers reading this), it has been suggested that this may actually have a positive impact on the employee and on the productiveness of his work. And you know what? I completely agree. You see, in this society we live in, especially in this part of the world, speaking out on what you believe in is unorthodox. It’s completely unacceptable and sadly, it is what most of us are taught until it becomes a dictum in which we live by.
Blogs represent a way out of that. A blog is like escapism. It’s a place you go when you want and miraculously have the freedom to say what you want, to think what you want. And I think that is what people miss most. That is what we yearn the most. From a psychological point of view, nothing heals better than letting the devil out, instead of having to fight this internal battle all the time.
So my point is this. We bloggers actually have a healthier mind and soul compared to those who lack outlets. Of course, you could do the whole working out / exercise, or yoga or whatever it is people do to de-stress. But sometimes, nothing can compare to putting all your problems, all your misery, all your fears and worries into something tangible that you can look back on and ponder.
A guy friend recently asked me if I kept a journal and I said yes, in the form of a blog, only to be rewarded with his withering “oh-god-you’re-such a girl” look. Dude, you’ve got to keep up with the times. People everywhere are starting to realize the liberty that comes with blogging and you so have no idea what you’re missing. Us “girls”…we’ve had it all figured out a long, long time ago.
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Raya anecdotes
Even though it’s only my second Raya here in almost 10 years, it’s funny how nothing seems to have changed. I went back to Ipoh as I’ve always done and other than the fact that my grandparents seem to have aged, everything else appeared stagnant, with the exception of a few minor details…
• Maybe I’m getting old and sentimental or maybe without knowing when or why, my values and perception of things have somehow changed without any conscious thought. I was touched to have witnessed this: the sight of my granddad stroking my grandmother’s arm lovingly whilst talking softly to her. It was obviously that at that moment, for them, nothing else exists except each other.
• The “monsters”, as we like to call our little cousins from my mother’s brothers, were as usual, creating a ruckus and were this time, attempting to kill a little baby goat that my uncle brought back (last year they killed the chicken, before that the bird and I think the cat as well). Obviously not learning his lesson, my uncle decided that a baby goat should be safe enough.
So on Raya morning, the “monsters” decided to untie the goat, and let it into the house. In great joy, the goat started chewing the bouquets of flowers that grandma received for Raya, and then, to make sure no one forgets about him, little goat decided to poop on the sofa.
As fate would have it, right at the moment, my grandmother walks into the living room (please note that my grandmother is actually blind). What does she do? Yup…sits on the poop. The commotion after that was unbelievable. There were screaming and yelling, half the people had no idea what was happening but decided to join in anyway. Poor little Billy the goat was scared shitless, completely unaware that he was the cause of it all.
These little horrors, as they are sometimes fondly (irritatingly?) called, are made up of children from about 5 to the oldest being about 14 or so. Individually, it is actually safe and even accurate to call them little angels. But together…they seem to acquire what my granddad calls the “Herd Syndrome”. His ever so faithful followers will imitate everything that the leader does. They even walk in a straight line…
• This year, people seem to have increased their eating capacity. My grandmother made her signature Nasi Briyani four times in four days. And let me tell you, these are by no means small portions. She makes them in this humungous pot that gives you the impression it has the ability to feed a relatively small nation.
So other than that, Raya was as Raya always was. My uncles amusing us with stories of when they were young, the little horrors running around without any discipline whatsoever from their parents, constant stream of people in and out of the house bringing even more imaginative Raya cookies/cakes compared to the year before, the smokers sitting on the veranda all day, smoking, sipping coffee and wishing desperately for rain, and the I-ate-too-much ailment striking anyone who walks in its path. And so, I’m not at all surprised that I am really looking forward to Raya next year…
This entry was posted on Saturday, November 12th, 2005 at 7:06 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
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A touch of Heaven
Dream Island
…or Huvafen Fushi as they say in beautiful Maldives
Nature’s best kept secret. We spent 6 blissful days in the beautiful island with no phones, no cars, no pollution, and no noise and above all, no commitments.
How do you put in words the beautiful serenity of a place? Or the wondrous nature, the boundless energy that surrounds you in its presence?
We were treated like kings in a paradisical island that beckons you to stay forever, to forget about that other world you just came from. And to be honest, that was the easy part. Like it or not, the minute you arrive, you realize there is this whole new world you never knew existed.
We spent the whole time just soaking up the sun, the sea and sand, and nature itself. Only taking a dip in the sea or our own plunge pool on the sun deck, hunger pangs, or the perilous heat of the sun broke up these incredibly mindless activities. *Sigh* it’s amazing how paradoxically fulfilling that was. There was minimal diving, surprisingly for us. But I think we were reluctant to leave the island any more than was necessary.
Then there was the dolphin cruise. Again, one of the most amazing sights we’ve ever seen. Schools of dolphin swimming in orchestrated synchronization. The playfulness they demonstrated by jumping around effortlessly in the water (although I think they were just showing off…with full awareness of their adoring audiences). Sipping champagne, nibbling on canapes, sitting at the front of the boat, sighting dolphins…a completely incomparable experience.
Did we want to stay there forever? Yes, no doubt about it. Who could say no to waking up every morning facing the endless ocean in the luxury villa with fresh clean air? How can you not love the fact that you walk barefoot everywhere feeling the sand and sea on your toes? But real life is out there waiting even if you try as you might to make time slow down.
The photos we took reflect our happiness, our contentedness at this little magical surprise. Who knows when we’ll ever have the opportunity to do this again. But we hope very much that it’ll be in the near future.
This entry was posted on Saturday, December 17th, 2005 at 4:33 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
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Monday blues …. but it’s Wednesday!!!
I’ve always wondered why they called it the Monday blues…why not the Wednesday blues? Thursday blues? For those affected by this syndrome, I’m guessing it’s because the weekend’s over, and now you have the whole week looming ahead of you. And boy is it looming…it’s looming dark and it’s looming long. It seems endless and there is definitely no white light of any kind at the end.
For some people (i.e. me) Monday is not the only affected day. It can in fact, be any day of the week (well…obviously except Fridays…you can’t possibly have the blues on Fridays). Like today for example, it’s Wednesday and I am so feeling the blues. Maybe it’s just the fact that my brain’s not up to thinking and doing any sort of work that makes sense. Maybe all it wants is to rest and to dream of beautiful things.
So what is with the Monday blues? Maybe some people (i.e. me) spend most of the weekend drinking copious amount of fermented liquid that basically misleads you into thinking that everything and everyone is great and full of good intentions. Then comes Monday and you realize how wrong you’ve been. You realize that this goddamn drink has completely distorted your thinking and you’re annoyed that your usually very intelligent brain can actually bow to the demands of some measly liquid.
So back to the blues that some of us feel on other days of the week. Hmm…why do we reckon that happens? On Tuesday you’re thinking how ridiculous it is that it’s only the second day of the week and the weekend looks like it’ll never come? On Wednesday…it’s one of those neither here nor there days. It’s not really the beginning of the week but neither is it the end of the week. Your addled brain is trying to find your place and meaning in this seemingly confusing day of the week placement. On Thursday…”oh God” you’re thinking…”will Friday never come? I’ve been working my ass off and it’s only THURSDAY???”. Then comes Friday … but I won’t go into that because the jubilation is ridiculously tremendous that it’s to the point of being embarrassing.
Maybe some people are more prone to others to these blues thingy. Maybe for some, they feel it only on Mondays and others (i.e. me) can get it any day of the week (again, except Fridays). I remember when I was living in the UK, I used to get the blues during winter. Smart people call it the SAD syndrome (Seasonal Affective Disorder). I just call it “I really need to get a tan” syndrome. But hey… what do I know right?
So, to those blues sufferers, I sympathize and more importantly, empathize. There’s nothing wrong with you other than the absolute compulsive need to go out, get sloshed and have fun on the expense of your (what you believe at the time) bottomless bank account. So that when reality strikes (i.e when you realize that your bank account is far from bottomless), and this usually happens when the effects of the liquid wear off, it’s a slap in the face. Now all you want to do is return to the feeling of having the bottomless account and the notion of everything is great in this world.
But the great reality is this; you actually have to work for money, and this pays for the fun. Contrary to popular belief (this belief is also enhanced by that damn liquid) money does not grow on trees and no matter how much you wish for it, chances are you will not wake up every morning with a bag full of cash at the foot of the bed.
So there we have it. Monday blues; when reality hits home and the start of the agonizing wait for the weekend. Any other day of the week blues; I really need to be in that misleading state of mind again. It does not matter that it’s not true but at least at that very moment, you can believe that it is. And it feels gooood….;D
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One Response to “Monday blues …. but it’s Wednesday!!!”
1. Veronica Says:
February 11th, 2007 at 12:15 am
hahaha…. yeah but i just hate mondays bacuse i had too much fun procrastinating on the things in needed to complete on Fri, Sat & Sun… & i must agree on how Mondays forces u to face the harsh reality of the STUPID things u did on Saturday nite! hahaha… been there, done that… Ergghhh…
As a result, i've lost the chance to win 100 million pounds in the lottery draw, the countless amazing travel deals (all departing from Australia), and daily emails informing me of the irrelevant job vacancies out there.
In between all those, i've also been receiving notifications from Friendster. Aahhh..the memories. Back when the term "social networking sites" was almost non-existent. So i find myself logging into Friendster (no i don't remember my password but i have not switched email accounts since time began)and voila, i enter my profile page. I have a total of 33 friends and about 18 photos. Wow i was cool.
Anyway, in Friendster i also created a few blog entries which i have no recollection of ever writing (yes, Friendster was so cool that you can blog right there!!). They're memories all the same and i've included them in this entry. Hope you find it as much fun reading as i did.
Oh and one last thing, i was trying for ages to log into MySpace only to figure out later that i never actually had an account. I don't think so anyway. But i was cool..so i must've had one...right?
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Blogging Frenzy
I read in an article that people in the office spend a substantial amount of their time blogging. So, while their bosses looked on and probably congratulated themselves on how lucky they were that they managed to get all the good, productive employees, little do they know that these “busy” employees of theirs are typing rigorously about how much they hate their jobs, their deepest darkest fantasies, or just like what I’m doing, babbling about what’s in their minds.
On the bright side though (to employers reading this), it has been suggested that this may actually have a positive impact on the employee and on the productiveness of his work. And you know what? I completely agree. You see, in this society we live in, especially in this part of the world, speaking out on what you believe in is unorthodox. It’s completely unacceptable and sadly, it is what most of us are taught until it becomes a dictum in which we live by.
Blogs represent a way out of that. A blog is like escapism. It’s a place you go when you want and miraculously have the freedom to say what you want, to think what you want. And I think that is what people miss most. That is what we yearn the most. From a psychological point of view, nothing heals better than letting the devil out, instead of having to fight this internal battle all the time.
So my point is this. We bloggers actually have a healthier mind and soul compared to those who lack outlets. Of course, you could do the whole working out / exercise, or yoga or whatever it is people do to de-stress. But sometimes, nothing can compare to putting all your problems, all your misery, all your fears and worries into something tangible that you can look back on and ponder.
A guy friend recently asked me if I kept a journal and I said yes, in the form of a blog, only to be rewarded with his withering “oh-god-you’re-such a girl” look. Dude, you’ve got to keep up with the times. People everywhere are starting to realize the liberty that comes with blogging and you so have no idea what you’re missing. Us “girls”…we’ve had it all figured out a long, long time ago.
This entry was posted on Tuesday, November 1st, 2005 at 1:24 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
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Raya anecdotes
Even though it’s only my second Raya here in almost 10 years, it’s funny how nothing seems to have changed. I went back to Ipoh as I’ve always done and other than the fact that my grandparents seem to have aged, everything else appeared stagnant, with the exception of a few minor details…
• Maybe I’m getting old and sentimental or maybe without knowing when or why, my values and perception of things have somehow changed without any conscious thought. I was touched to have witnessed this: the sight of my granddad stroking my grandmother’s arm lovingly whilst talking softly to her. It was obviously that at that moment, for them, nothing else exists except each other.
• The “monsters”, as we like to call our little cousins from my mother’s brothers, were as usual, creating a ruckus and were this time, attempting to kill a little baby goat that my uncle brought back (last year they killed the chicken, before that the bird and I think the cat as well). Obviously not learning his lesson, my uncle decided that a baby goat should be safe enough.
So on Raya morning, the “monsters” decided to untie the goat, and let it into the house. In great joy, the goat started chewing the bouquets of flowers that grandma received for Raya, and then, to make sure no one forgets about him, little goat decided to poop on the sofa.
As fate would have it, right at the moment, my grandmother walks into the living room (please note that my grandmother is actually blind). What does she do? Yup…sits on the poop. The commotion after that was unbelievable. There were screaming and yelling, half the people had no idea what was happening but decided to join in anyway. Poor little Billy the goat was scared shitless, completely unaware that he was the cause of it all.
These little horrors, as they are sometimes fondly (irritatingly?) called, are made up of children from about 5 to the oldest being about 14 or so. Individually, it is actually safe and even accurate to call them little angels. But together…they seem to acquire what my granddad calls the “Herd Syndrome”. His ever so faithful followers will imitate everything that the leader does. They even walk in a straight line…
• This year, people seem to have increased their eating capacity. My grandmother made her signature Nasi Briyani four times in four days. And let me tell you, these are by no means small portions. She makes them in this humungous pot that gives you the impression it has the ability to feed a relatively small nation.
So other than that, Raya was as Raya always was. My uncles amusing us with stories of when they were young, the little horrors running around without any discipline whatsoever from their parents, constant stream of people in and out of the house bringing even more imaginative Raya cookies/cakes compared to the year before, the smokers sitting on the veranda all day, smoking, sipping coffee and wishing desperately for rain, and the I-ate-too-much ailment striking anyone who walks in its path. And so, I’m not at all surprised that I am really looking forward to Raya next year…
This entry was posted on Saturday, November 12th, 2005 at 7:06 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
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A touch of Heaven
Dream Island
…or Huvafen Fushi as they say in beautiful Maldives
Nature’s best kept secret. We spent 6 blissful days in the beautiful island with no phones, no cars, no pollution, and no noise and above all, no commitments.
How do you put in words the beautiful serenity of a place? Or the wondrous nature, the boundless energy that surrounds you in its presence?
We were treated like kings in a paradisical island that beckons you to stay forever, to forget about that other world you just came from. And to be honest, that was the easy part. Like it or not, the minute you arrive, you realize there is this whole new world you never knew existed.
We spent the whole time just soaking up the sun, the sea and sand, and nature itself. Only taking a dip in the sea or our own plunge pool on the sun deck, hunger pangs, or the perilous heat of the sun broke up these incredibly mindless activities. *Sigh* it’s amazing how paradoxically fulfilling that was. There was minimal diving, surprisingly for us. But I think we were reluctant to leave the island any more than was necessary.
Then there was the dolphin cruise. Again, one of the most amazing sights we’ve ever seen. Schools of dolphin swimming in orchestrated synchronization. The playfulness they demonstrated by jumping around effortlessly in the water (although I think they were just showing off…with full awareness of their adoring audiences). Sipping champagne, nibbling on canapes, sitting at the front of the boat, sighting dolphins…a completely incomparable experience.
Did we want to stay there forever? Yes, no doubt about it. Who could say no to waking up every morning facing the endless ocean in the luxury villa with fresh clean air? How can you not love the fact that you walk barefoot everywhere feeling the sand and sea on your toes? But real life is out there waiting even if you try as you might to make time slow down.
The photos we took reflect our happiness, our contentedness at this little magical surprise. Who knows when we’ll ever have the opportunity to do this again. But we hope very much that it’ll be in the near future.
This entry was posted on Saturday, December 17th, 2005 at 4:33 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
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Monday blues …. but it’s Wednesday!!!
I’ve always wondered why they called it the Monday blues…why not the Wednesday blues? Thursday blues? For those affected by this syndrome, I’m guessing it’s because the weekend’s over, and now you have the whole week looming ahead of you. And boy is it looming…it’s looming dark and it’s looming long. It seems endless and there is definitely no white light of any kind at the end.
For some people (i.e. me) Monday is not the only affected day. It can in fact, be any day of the week (well…obviously except Fridays…you can’t possibly have the blues on Fridays). Like today for example, it’s Wednesday and I am so feeling the blues. Maybe it’s just the fact that my brain’s not up to thinking and doing any sort of work that makes sense. Maybe all it wants is to rest and to dream of beautiful things.
So what is with the Monday blues? Maybe some people (i.e. me) spend most of the weekend drinking copious amount of fermented liquid that basically misleads you into thinking that everything and everyone is great and full of good intentions. Then comes Monday and you realize how wrong you’ve been. You realize that this goddamn drink has completely distorted your thinking and you’re annoyed that your usually very intelligent brain can actually bow to the demands of some measly liquid.
So back to the blues that some of us feel on other days of the week. Hmm…why do we reckon that happens? On Tuesday you’re thinking how ridiculous it is that it’s only the second day of the week and the weekend looks like it’ll never come? On Wednesday…it’s one of those neither here nor there days. It’s not really the beginning of the week but neither is it the end of the week. Your addled brain is trying to find your place and meaning in this seemingly confusing day of the week placement. On Thursday…”oh God” you’re thinking…”will Friday never come? I’ve been working my ass off and it’s only THURSDAY???”. Then comes Friday … but I won’t go into that because the jubilation is ridiculously tremendous that it’s to the point of being embarrassing.
Maybe some people are more prone to others to these blues thingy. Maybe for some, they feel it only on Mondays and others (i.e. me) can get it any day of the week (again, except Fridays). I remember when I was living in the UK, I used to get the blues during winter. Smart people call it the SAD syndrome (Seasonal Affective Disorder). I just call it “I really need to get a tan” syndrome. But hey… what do I know right?
So, to those blues sufferers, I sympathize and more importantly, empathize. There’s nothing wrong with you other than the absolute compulsive need to go out, get sloshed and have fun on the expense of your (what you believe at the time) bottomless bank account. So that when reality strikes (i.e when you realize that your bank account is far from bottomless), and this usually happens when the effects of the liquid wear off, it’s a slap in the face. Now all you want to do is return to the feeling of having the bottomless account and the notion of everything is great in this world.
But the great reality is this; you actually have to work for money, and this pays for the fun. Contrary to popular belief (this belief is also enhanced by that damn liquid) money does not grow on trees and no matter how much you wish for it, chances are you will not wake up every morning with a bag full of cash at the foot of the bed.
So there we have it. Monday blues; when reality hits home and the start of the agonizing wait for the weekend. Any other day of the week blues; I really need to be in that misleading state of mind again. It does not matter that it’s not true but at least at that very moment, you can believe that it is. And it feels gooood….;D
This entry was posted on Monday, June 5th, 2006 at 7:24 am and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.
One Response to “Monday blues …. but it’s Wednesday!!!”
1. Veronica Says:
February 11th, 2007 at 12:15 am
hahaha…. yeah but i just hate mondays bacuse i had too much fun procrastinating on the things in needed to complete on Fri, Sat & Sun… & i must agree on how Mondays forces u to face the harsh reality of the STUPID things u did on Saturday nite! hahaha… been there, done that… Ergghhh…
Monday, May 10, 2010
Click...Click
I was told recently that i should learn to switch off. Learn to not let things affect me too much. Learn to not lose too much sleep over something that can't be resolved anyway. Learn to forget about things temporarily, and come back to it later, when the time is right.
Unfortunately, i can do none of those things.
And in some weird and maybe twisted way, i'm glad. I've always told myself that i would not turn into one of those hard, unaffected people. Those people that go though life with an on/off switch. When it's time to sleep, "off", weekend "off", come Monday, "on" again.
It doesn't work that way for me.
When i was working in a clinic for young adults with eating disorders, i used to come home every night after work in tears. It was disturbing me emotionally and mentally. It was also so frustrating when they don't see that what you're doing is actually saving their lives. Especially when they have so much to live for and so many years ahead of them. It was the best job i've had...ever. To this day, i have never in my life found anything so fulfilling and meaningful.
I told myself a long time ago that if ever i got to the stage where i'm unaffected or desensitize to it all, then it's time to stop and take stock. It's time to reevaluate everything and go back to the person that i was.
To be honest, i don't care if i'm unable to switch off. I don't care if things affect me too much. At least they do. And that makes me human. A person with compassion.
At least i can look back and safely say that i felt them all. I cried too much and probably laughed too much. But at least i felt them all.
Unfortunately, i can do none of those things.
And in some weird and maybe twisted way, i'm glad. I've always told myself that i would not turn into one of those hard, unaffected people. Those people that go though life with an on/off switch. When it's time to sleep, "off", weekend "off", come Monday, "on" again.
It doesn't work that way for me.
When i was working in a clinic for young adults with eating disorders, i used to come home every night after work in tears. It was disturbing me emotionally and mentally. It was also so frustrating when they don't see that what you're doing is actually saving their lives. Especially when they have so much to live for and so many years ahead of them. It was the best job i've had...ever. To this day, i have never in my life found anything so fulfilling and meaningful.
I told myself a long time ago that if ever i got to the stage where i'm unaffected or desensitize to it all, then it's time to stop and take stock. It's time to reevaluate everything and go back to the person that i was.
To be honest, i don't care if i'm unable to switch off. I don't care if things affect me too much. At least they do. And that makes me human. A person with compassion.
At least i can look back and safely say that i felt them all. I cried too much and probably laughed too much. But at least i felt them all.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
My Underworld...World..
Being the late bloomer that i am, when everyone in this entire universe was entranced and obsessed with Twilight and the exciting idea of a modern day supernatural phenomenon, i was insistent that it was going to be another overrated rubbish. And so, the whole thing did not appeal to me. I couldn't really be bothered much about watching it.
One Sunday months later, i was bored at home and was going through the DVD collection and literally stumbled upon Twilight. With my sis and mum's raves ringing in my ear, i thought "why not?", and to be honest i had nothing else to watch anyway.
Then i became one of the many ravers gracing this world. Seriously.
I loved it! Probably became obsessed about it. I then proceeded to buy the books. 3 of them. And when i couldn't find the 4th one, i asked my boyfriend who was in the UK at the time, to hunt it down for me. Little did i know that the book was so huge and heavy (hardcover) that (in his words), he needed to buy another suitcase just to carry it. An exaggeration i'm sure.
So anyway, 4 books of the Twilight saga later, i'm looking around for something more. Then came the Vampire Diaries series. And this completely took me back to my younger days when i was obsessed with L.J Smith's Vampire Diaries saga. Imagine; it's all actually going to be shown on TV!!
So began my obsession with downloading it every week as soon as the episode airs in the US. And to top that off, i'm reading a saga not on vampires, but immortals. Sigh. I'm starting to wonder if this is a sign that i'm actually regressing in my mental age.
But you know, i think part of the whole obsession with it is that it makes you feel young again. I mean all these...vampires, witches and like things, these are all targeted for teens. And make no mistake, when i was a teen (and into my 20's, there was nothing that i'd love more than suddenly waking up one morning and being told by a fairy godmother that i'm actually a witch).
With our lives so consumed by all things "adult", what's wrong with wanting to go back to when things were so much easier. I prefer that theory than the other that says that actually, i haven't grown up that much mentally....or emotionally. *sigh*
One Sunday months later, i was bored at home and was going through the DVD collection and literally stumbled upon Twilight. With my sis and mum's raves ringing in my ear, i thought "why not?", and to be honest i had nothing else to watch anyway.
Then i became one of the many ravers gracing this world. Seriously.
I loved it! Probably became obsessed about it. I then proceeded to buy the books. 3 of them. And when i couldn't find the 4th one, i asked my boyfriend who was in the UK at the time, to hunt it down for me. Little did i know that the book was so huge and heavy (hardcover) that (in his words), he needed to buy another suitcase just to carry it. An exaggeration i'm sure.
So anyway, 4 books of the Twilight saga later, i'm looking around for something more. Then came the Vampire Diaries series. And this completely took me back to my younger days when i was obsessed with L.J Smith's Vampire Diaries saga. Imagine; it's all actually going to be shown on TV!!
So began my obsession with downloading it every week as soon as the episode airs in the US. And to top that off, i'm reading a saga not on vampires, but immortals. Sigh. I'm starting to wonder if this is a sign that i'm actually regressing in my mental age.
But you know, i think part of the whole obsession with it is that it makes you feel young again. I mean all these...vampires, witches and like things, these are all targeted for teens. And make no mistake, when i was a teen (and into my 20's, there was nothing that i'd love more than suddenly waking up one morning and being told by a fairy godmother that i'm actually a witch).
With our lives so consumed by all things "adult", what's wrong with wanting to go back to when things were so much easier. I prefer that theory than the other that says that actually, i haven't grown up that much mentally....or emotionally. *sigh*
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Girlie Female Dog..
I’m really embarrassed to say this but for some reason something is compelling me to blog about it. I was actually drafting the blog post in my head before I went to bed that night.
Chronic.
Anyhoo, before I begin, let me just justify (and hopefully redeem) myself by telling you that I was at the peak of what I call my “most feminine time” which means I get in a tangle at the simplest of things.
It was a Tuesday night, and I was already feeling tired as it was nearing 11.30. It was also yoga night which means on top of everything else, my body has begun its weekly ache from stretching to the limits of my ligaments. But let me just tell you, almost nothing makes you sleep as soundly as a physically arduous 90-minute yoga session.
With the reluctance of an elephant, I decided to raid my wardrobe for something to wear for work the next day. Bearing in mind that I am NOT a planning person, the actual task of preparing tonight what I have to wear the next day is an achievement in itself.
After staring blankly at my wardrobe for a couple of minutes I decided on a top and a skirt. The top is such that I have to wear a vest underneath. Where I work even the possibility of a slight show of skin when you scratch your nose is unthinkable.
So I head to my top drawer in which I will supposedly find the said vest sitting pretty. Alas, it wasn’t there! A little fumble and looking in between the other folded tops to no avail. By this time I was getting a little annoyed. So I looked through the other drawer and still couldn’t find it. And by this time I was more than a little frustrated.
Sigh, after looking through the same places over and over (I was deadly sure it wouldn’t be anywhere else) I ended up messing up BOTH my drawers and pretty much was on the verge of throwing everything on the floor. I think at this point the only thing that stopped me was my dignity.
My boyfriend though, bless his heart, decided to help me out by sewing a button on a shirt so that I’d have that to wear. I think he was secretly worried that I’d end up ransacking his whole house for a vest.
So anyway, I look back now and cringe. Although it was pretty much hormone related, I have no idea what came over me. The frustrating thing about hormones is that even though you know you are in the thrones of a massive influx, the rational mind seem to have been completely taken over and has lost its ability to think for itself and do what it’s supposed to; think rationally. Instead, you regress into a 15-year old; an age where sulking is not so socially unacceptable.
I’m blogging this in the hopes that seeing it in my face in writing would beat me into embarrassed submission. I’ll know next month if that actually works.
Chronic.
Anyhoo, before I begin, let me just justify (and hopefully redeem) myself by telling you that I was at the peak of what I call my “most feminine time” which means I get in a tangle at the simplest of things.
It was a Tuesday night, and I was already feeling tired as it was nearing 11.30. It was also yoga night which means on top of everything else, my body has begun its weekly ache from stretching to the limits of my ligaments. But let me just tell you, almost nothing makes you sleep as soundly as a physically arduous 90-minute yoga session.
With the reluctance of an elephant, I decided to raid my wardrobe for something to wear for work the next day. Bearing in mind that I am NOT a planning person, the actual task of preparing tonight what I have to wear the next day is an achievement in itself.
After staring blankly at my wardrobe for a couple of minutes I decided on a top and a skirt. The top is such that I have to wear a vest underneath. Where I work even the possibility of a slight show of skin when you scratch your nose is unthinkable.
So I head to my top drawer in which I will supposedly find the said vest sitting pretty. Alas, it wasn’t there! A little fumble and looking in between the other folded tops to no avail. By this time I was getting a little annoyed. So I looked through the other drawer and still couldn’t find it. And by this time I was more than a little frustrated.
Sigh, after looking through the same places over and over (I was deadly sure it wouldn’t be anywhere else) I ended up messing up BOTH my drawers and pretty much was on the verge of throwing everything on the floor. I think at this point the only thing that stopped me was my dignity.
My boyfriend though, bless his heart, decided to help me out by sewing a button on a shirt so that I’d have that to wear. I think he was secretly worried that I’d end up ransacking his whole house for a vest.
So anyway, I look back now and cringe. Although it was pretty much hormone related, I have no idea what came over me. The frustrating thing about hormones is that even though you know you are in the thrones of a massive influx, the rational mind seem to have been completely taken over and has lost its ability to think for itself and do what it’s supposed to; think rationally. Instead, you regress into a 15-year old; an age where sulking is not so socially unacceptable.
I’m blogging this in the hopes that seeing it in my face in writing would beat me into embarrassed submission. I’ll know next month if that actually works.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sports Edition
I did something which i've never thought i'd ever in my life resort to. Not just that, i probably made it a point to argue the non-merits of being interested in something which i looked at as pointless and therefore was not worth my time.
I woke up one morning and the first thing i did was check the football scores.
Yes dear reader(s), i've succumbed. I have allowed myself to get sucked into a life where it is perfectly acceptable to sit in front of a (preferably) large TV screen and watching (a favourite) team of men run around a huge field kicking what seems to be an insignificant ball.
"Seriously?" i hear you ask. Yes seriously. For some strange and inexplicable reason i have been lured into one of life's deadly sin.
Let me try and justify myself here. Imagine this: It's almost midnight on a weekday and with the knowledge that i have to get up early the next morning for work, we went to bed. Also with the knowledge that the kick-off for the big game (which applies to all games played by the favourite team by the way) is at 11pm. No matter, that's what TVs in bedrooms are for.
Game starts and after about 15 mins i could feel myself nodding off and so said my goodnight to Mr S. You know that point where you could just feel yourself drifting off, which is quite possibly the best part of sleep as you're pretty much unconscious otherwise? I was just there when a girlie scream of excitement forced its way out of Mr S' lungs. I think i even felt the jumping up and down (while sitting up in bed) bit.
I kid you not.
That happened twice before Mr S realised that he's probably keeping me awake (you think?).
My justification is this; living with that (not necessarily the watching in bed bit), but the whole anticipation, psyching oneself up, the almost child-like joyous excitement before a game and after one is won, is extremely contagious. You can't help but get pulled into it as well. Before long you realise that you know the players' names and because of that, there's almost a sense of loyalty and support for them.
So yes, although i used to abhor football, i can actually watch it now. To make matters worse, i actually hope they win the game. All this is done silently of course. Imagine the glee that would generate if i admitted out loud that my perspective on football is now not on the same plane as normal people out there.
So to all female football fans out there, i understand you now. And no longer think that you're freaks...or lame.
I woke up one morning and the first thing i did was check the football scores.
Yes dear reader(s), i've succumbed. I have allowed myself to get sucked into a life where it is perfectly acceptable to sit in front of a (preferably) large TV screen and watching (a favourite) team of men run around a huge field kicking what seems to be an insignificant ball.
"Seriously?" i hear you ask. Yes seriously. For some strange and inexplicable reason i have been lured into one of life's deadly sin.
Let me try and justify myself here. Imagine this: It's almost midnight on a weekday and with the knowledge that i have to get up early the next morning for work, we went to bed. Also with the knowledge that the kick-off for the big game (which applies to all games played by the favourite team by the way) is at 11pm. No matter, that's what TVs in bedrooms are for.
Game starts and after about 15 mins i could feel myself nodding off and so said my goodnight to Mr S. You know that point where you could just feel yourself drifting off, which is quite possibly the best part of sleep as you're pretty much unconscious otherwise? I was just there when a girlie scream of excitement forced its way out of Mr S' lungs. I think i even felt the jumping up and down (while sitting up in bed) bit.
I kid you not.
That happened twice before Mr S realised that he's probably keeping me awake (you think?).
My justification is this; living with that (not necessarily the watching in bed bit), but the whole anticipation, psyching oneself up, the almost child-like joyous excitement before a game and after one is won, is extremely contagious. You can't help but get pulled into it as well. Before long you realise that you know the players' names and because of that, there's almost a sense of loyalty and support for them.
So yes, although i used to abhor football, i can actually watch it now. To make matters worse, i actually hope they win the game. All this is done silently of course. Imagine the glee that would generate if i admitted out loud that my perspective on football is now not on the same plane as normal people out there.
So to all female football fans out there, i understand you now. And no longer think that you're freaks...or lame.
Monday, February 1, 2010
Lifting Away...
Went to my dad's office today to clear out the crap which i have not made the effort to sort out since i came back from Australia. I sometimes think part of the reason for that is so that i don't have to see the very physical reminder of THAT chapter.
Anyway, i think 3 years with a very happy relationship underway later, enough time had passed. To be fair, it wasn't as difficult as i've always thought it would be. Then again, maybe all that time helped.
So i went there, looked at everything, and cleared them out. I pretty much threw all the clothes away (or rather, gave my dad permission to give them away), and took what i wanted. Which was primarily my stuff and whatever that i thought i would use.
Along with those i also kept the numerous photos and cards received for almost all special or non-special occasions.
I've come to realise that eventhough the whole thing may not have ended in the most ideal way, they are still memories. Memories that no matter how bitter or sad, i'll one day cherish. Be it for the happiness that it brought me, for the lesson, or even for its insight into how i've grown and changed over the years.
Surprisingly, i can look back now and smile. Smile at the foolishness of being young and clueless. And smile at all the plans and ambition for the future when in reality, we have no idea what the future holds...and still don't.
So yes, time heals. And for that i'm happy.
Anyway, i think 3 years with a very happy relationship underway later, enough time had passed. To be fair, it wasn't as difficult as i've always thought it would be. Then again, maybe all that time helped.
So i went there, looked at everything, and cleared them out. I pretty much threw all the clothes away (or rather, gave my dad permission to give them away), and took what i wanted. Which was primarily my stuff and whatever that i thought i would use.
Along with those i also kept the numerous photos and cards received for almost all special or non-special occasions.
I've come to realise that eventhough the whole thing may not have ended in the most ideal way, they are still memories. Memories that no matter how bitter or sad, i'll one day cherish. Be it for the happiness that it brought me, for the lesson, or even for its insight into how i've grown and changed over the years.
Surprisingly, i can look back now and smile. Smile at the foolishness of being young and clueless. And smile at all the plans and ambition for the future when in reality, we have no idea what the future holds...and still don't.
So yes, time heals. And for that i'm happy.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Quickie yeay!!
Just a quickie as i am rushing to leave work. But blogger is accessible from the office YEAYYYYY!!! I'll be blogging more if this continues :)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Rage of Wars..
I know blogging is not the "write all be all" kind of thing but seeing that i have not blogged since February, the past few weeks the longing has been too much to bear. Not that i'm on any hiatus or the hermit living path but not having as easily of an access as i usually do does make things a little complex.
I love it though, the release through penning of thoughts.
The trouble i have now is trying to figure out where to start.
Maybe i'll start with the fire incident? And the amount of stress that came with it?
Or maybe the shitty recent week where i've just experienced the worst PMS in the history of Marina-World. I guess that was coupled with the other shitty thing that happened.
Maybe i should start with that instead.
When something you never thought will end actually does, how do you find it in yourself to cope with it? I've recently realised how much a tug-of-war of the mind can create havoc on the heart. How do you learn the balance between being rational about something and being overwhelmed by the emotions it ignites?
When your whole world changes, do you learn to change with it?
I was told that i had too much of a tendency to take on too much upon myself. That's ok if they were all mine to take anyway. But what if they aren't?
Again, how do i learn to balance? I've always thought that that would come with practice. You do it enough times and you learn which side lies where.
I was wrong.
Everything you experience in your life is different. Not one issue or dilemma is the same. They may have similarities but if you really look into them, the difference is astounding.
So maybe that's the better lesson.
* i know this post is hanging but i can't seem to break the mental penning barrier right now..*
I love it though, the release through penning of thoughts.
The trouble i have now is trying to figure out where to start.
Maybe i'll start with the fire incident? And the amount of stress that came with it?
Or maybe the shitty recent week where i've just experienced the worst PMS in the history of Marina-World. I guess that was coupled with the other shitty thing that happened.
Maybe i should start with that instead.
When something you never thought will end actually does, how do you find it in yourself to cope with it? I've recently realised how much a tug-of-war of the mind can create havoc on the heart. How do you learn the balance between being rational about something and being overwhelmed by the emotions it ignites?
When your whole world changes, do you learn to change with it?
I was told that i had too much of a tendency to take on too much upon myself. That's ok if they were all mine to take anyway. But what if they aren't?
Again, how do i learn to balance? I've always thought that that would come with practice. You do it enough times and you learn which side lies where.
I was wrong.
Everything you experience in your life is different. Not one issue or dilemma is the same. They may have similarities but if you really look into them, the difference is astounding.
So maybe that's the better lesson.
* i know this post is hanging but i can't seem to break the mental penning barrier right now..*
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
My Love Post
It was Thursday night, and the toss up was between a violent, graphic blood-splattered movie, or a romance which promises to be so wet it'd probably drive you to suicide if you were single, or kill your partner in his sleep if he wasn't half as romantic as the hero in the movie.
Seeing that we were both feeling a little under the weather, the latter won. We were not in the best state to watch people killing other people and risk losing sleep and whatever little health we had left.
So anyway, true enough...this movie had it all; the corny longing looks, the lame one-liner pickups, the unattainable possibility of finding love in the space of 2 days...
It almost put us to sleep.
So, we watched it half-way as we were both understandably falling bored (i mean asleep!) and by some sheer willpower, decided to watch the rest the following night. (I think the justification was that we'll always wonder what happened in the end. Although i seriously doubt that)
Then something amazing happened...he died!! Yup...a love story which is so unbelievably bad, and the main character died. And in my opinion, this is when the movie redeemed itself in my eyes.
Suddenly the main actress could actually act and there was some substance to the movie.
So this whole episode got me thinking....is this what gets us going nowadays? Is this how we see the world? Or is this just plain reality and unfortunately, we're old enough to see it?
Someone asked me once why i liked GA so much. "It's a series about a bunch of doctors in a hospital", he says. "It's nothing but death and dying".
"But that's why it's so great", i responded. "It's based on the real-world and not all Hollywood rosy crap and happily-ever-after endings".
But now i'm asking myself; why is it that we make the choice to escape the real world by reading, or watching movies/TV or whatever, when really, the world that we escape to is pretty much the world we live in anyway?
I mean i couldn't bear to read any of those Mills & Boons crap...it's like watching that crappy, wet movie (or so i thought!) we decided on that Thursday night.
And yet we say we want to escape to that nice world where everything is better than where we are now....
Disclaimer: Apologies to Mills & Boons and the movie i've been dissing in this entry.
Seeing that we were both feeling a little under the weather, the latter won. We were not in the best state to watch people killing other people and risk losing sleep and whatever little health we had left.
So anyway, true enough...this movie had it all; the corny longing looks, the lame one-liner pickups, the unattainable possibility of finding love in the space of 2 days...
It almost put us to sleep.
So, we watched it half-way as we were both understandably falling bored (i mean asleep!) and by some sheer willpower, decided to watch the rest the following night. (I think the justification was that we'll always wonder what happened in the end. Although i seriously doubt that)
Then something amazing happened...he died!! Yup...a love story which is so unbelievably bad, and the main character died. And in my opinion, this is when the movie redeemed itself in my eyes.
Suddenly the main actress could actually act and there was some substance to the movie.
So this whole episode got me thinking....is this what gets us going nowadays? Is this how we see the world? Or is this just plain reality and unfortunately, we're old enough to see it?
Someone asked me once why i liked GA so much. "It's a series about a bunch of doctors in a hospital", he says. "It's nothing but death and dying".
"But that's why it's so great", i responded. "It's based on the real-world and not all Hollywood rosy crap and happily-ever-after endings".
But now i'm asking myself; why is it that we make the choice to escape the real world by reading, or watching movies/TV or whatever, when really, the world that we escape to is pretty much the world we live in anyway?
I mean i couldn't bear to read any of those Mills & Boons crap...it's like watching that crappy, wet movie (or so i thought!) we decided on that Thursday night.
And yet we say we want to escape to that nice world where everything is better than where we are now....
Disclaimer: Apologies to Mills & Boons and the movie i've been dissing in this entry.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Happy New Life...
One thing i seem to be in the habit of doing is blog about the new year; the resolutions, the lesson learned, the goods, the bads, and the uglies of the past year..
So i guess some things never change. The only difference is this year i'm a little late.
I have to say though, this year i actually have a resolution. As opposed to my usual defiant my-resolution-is-not-to-have-one paradox, i have decided that this year, i will have one.
Like those nice, feel good dreams that you quietly hoard like sweets under your pillow, i won't say what mine is until it's achieved. Like all resolutions (which really translates to a pact you make with yourself i.e. to stop smoking) you need to keep it to yourself in case you trip and fall flat on your face. Then the failure is yours to keep haha.
Ultimately it doesn't really matter of course. You don't have to wait for the new year in order to quit smoking, or to be fit. But it's nice to have a fresh start with that fresh calender on your wall or desk...
And you can't wait to smile gleefully to yourself when or if you've managed to achieve what you've set out at the beginning of the year to do...
***
So i guess some things never change. The only difference is this year i'm a little late.
I have to say though, this year i actually have a resolution. As opposed to my usual defiant my-resolution-is-not-to-have-one paradox, i have decided that this year, i will have one.
Like those nice, feel good dreams that you quietly hoard like sweets under your pillow, i won't say what mine is until it's achieved. Like all resolutions (which really translates to a pact you make with yourself i.e. to stop smoking) you need to keep it to yourself in case you trip and fall flat on your face. Then the failure is yours to keep haha.
Ultimately it doesn't really matter of course. You don't have to wait for the new year in order to quit smoking, or to be fit. But it's nice to have a fresh start with that fresh calender on your wall or desk...
And you can't wait to smile gleefully to yourself when or if you've managed to achieve what you've set out at the beginning of the year to do...
***
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Hard Lessons...
Read N's blog today about our friend...reminded me of something.
Last week, as hard as i tried, i was unable to find any meaning, lesson, or even a reason behind the tragedy. All i could comprehend were disbelief, sadness, and utter denial.
All around me people were saying how this incomprehensible event teaches us about the value of life, the reality of our own mortality.
And all i could do was stare at them, thinking that one of these valuable lessons should start dawning or materializing itself in my already too clouded and addled brain.
But none of it did.
So yes, my grief is simple. One could say it's almost textbook.
But recently, there's been an insistent voice trying to tell me something. I can't quite put my finger on it yet. It's like I'm feeling my way in the dark, hands grasping for a right hold at the edge of my consciousness.
Maybe she's finished all that she was put here to accomplish. Maybe she's taught those she was supposed to, learned all she was supposed to.
But it's still sometimes so hard to believe that someone so good could be taken away so quickly...
So yes, like N said, we'll keep forever all the good memories we've shared with her. And we'll continue missing her.
And we'll continue to learn from her.
Last week, as hard as i tried, i was unable to find any meaning, lesson, or even a reason behind the tragedy. All i could comprehend were disbelief, sadness, and utter denial.
All around me people were saying how this incomprehensible event teaches us about the value of life, the reality of our own mortality.
And all i could do was stare at them, thinking that one of these valuable lessons should start dawning or materializing itself in my already too clouded and addled brain.
But none of it did.
So yes, my grief is simple. One could say it's almost textbook.
But recently, there's been an insistent voice trying to tell me something. I can't quite put my finger on it yet. It's like I'm feeling my way in the dark, hands grasping for a right hold at the edge of my consciousness.
Maybe she's finished all that she was put here to accomplish. Maybe she's taught those she was supposed to, learned all she was supposed to.
But it's still sometimes so hard to believe that someone so good could be taken away so quickly...
So yes, like N said, we'll keep forever all the good memories we've shared with her. And we'll continue missing her.
And we'll continue to learn from her.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Hasnih Jamaluddin...
9th November 2008, Sunday...
Was when you left us for a better place.
I hope you know what an impact you've made in the lives of everyone who knew you.
How much tears were shed from the thought of you not being there anymore, and how much we'll miss you.
How much it'll hurt even more once we've come to accept the fact that you're gone.
We'll always have you in our hearts. We will always wonder why you were taken from us so soon. And we will always miss your presence with the realization that things are not the same without you. We are not the same without you.
Maybe you were just too good for this world.
May your soul rest in eternal peace.
Was when you left us for a better place.
I hope you know what an impact you've made in the lives of everyone who knew you.
How much tears were shed from the thought of you not being there anymore, and how much we'll miss you.
How much it'll hurt even more once we've come to accept the fact that you're gone.
We'll always have you in our hearts. We will always wonder why you were taken from us so soon. And we will always miss your presence with the realization that things are not the same without you. We are not the same without you.
Maybe you were just too good for this world.
May your soul rest in eternal peace.
Friday, November 7, 2008
To Be or Not to Be...asked my tresses...
I had a dream that i was in the shower with my hair in a ponytail. As i was running my hand through my hair to get water through, the ponytail came off in my hand!!
Imagine that you had your hair in a ponytail, and someone takes a pair of scissors and cut it off, just below the hairband level...that was exactly what it was like.
My feelings of absolute horror sort of abated when i glanced in the mirror and realised that i didn't look THAT bad...in fact, i looked pretty good..haha..
Anyway, check this out..
Hair Falling Out
Since hair is commonly associated with power, dreaming of losing hair is often an indicator that we feel like our energy is being drained away. Like tooth loss dreams there is often an accompanying feeling of helplessness that comes with dreams of hair loss. And like tooth loss dreams, hair loss dreams may point to feeling powerless to change a situation. If you dream of losing hair, look at your life and see if there are relationships or situations which are energy drainers.
Hmmm...interesting...can't find anything to interpret the 360 turn in perception though...
Imagine that you had your hair in a ponytail, and someone takes a pair of scissors and cut it off, just below the hairband level...that was exactly what it was like.
My feelings of absolute horror sort of abated when i glanced in the mirror and realised that i didn't look THAT bad...in fact, i looked pretty good..haha..
Anyway, check this out..
Hair Falling Out
Since hair is commonly associated with power, dreaming of losing hair is often an indicator that we feel like our energy is being drained away. Like tooth loss dreams there is often an accompanying feeling of helplessness that comes with dreams of hair loss. And like tooth loss dreams, hair loss dreams may point to feeling powerless to change a situation. If you dream of losing hair, look at your life and see if there are relationships or situations which are energy drainers.
Hmmm...interesting...can't find anything to interpret the 360 turn in perception though...
Friday, October 17, 2008
So Misunderstood....
Men will never understand PMS. I think you shouldn't even bother trying. And saying things like "is it the period" does NOT denote understanding or sympathy, it denotes stupidity and ignorance.
All you need to do is be understanding and patient. You need to constantly be on the pacifying mode instead of on the defensive. You will NEVER understand the mood swings and the feeling that no one is ever there for you. You also don't seem to understand that we don't enjoy switching between the nice normal us and the psychotic monster in what seemed to be every other second.
We can be there for you any other times but for the one week a month where we're at our worst, please understand that we become selfish and perhaps a little self-centered. Maybe all our feelings of stress and frustration - feelings that we normally bottle-up and keep to ourselves so we don't burden anyone else - unleash itself. Maybe it's just nature's way of allowing ourselves to release all these pent-up feelings.
Afterall, PMS enhances emotions.
So please just be there. Maybe it'll just help if you understand that we work differently...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
FRUS TRA TIONNNNNN...
I think this explains how i'm feeling more than words could.
And i need this...
And i need this...
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Pee Am Ass...
Yes...we all go through it. Once you're born female, you're screwed. Once we reach puberty, our bodies have just set ourselves up for a monthly cycle of bitching and complaining. I mean seriously, i was reading somewhere that stress does not cause PMS but makes it worse somehow. I think when you're PMS-ing, you become completely intolerant to any amount of stress.
And not to mention stupid people.
And another thing i've noticed; i get really clumsy that time of the month...anyone else notice that? Clumsier than usual that is...
Here's an excerpt of something i found on the net..
And even worse, i find that when i'm PMS-ing (which is synonym with "stressing") i find retail therapy extremely comforting...maybe too much. Maybe at too high a cost (no pun intended). And so, it's not only me who goes on these shopping jaunts, but my credit cards come with me as well (notice the plural on "cards").
And so yesterday, i decided to end the life of one of my plastics. Mind you, it's one that i got for free, pre-approved. I thought what the hell, all it's gonna do is scream at me to be used one day anyway, when i'm at my most vulnerable.
So i went to the bank and was directed to see the person at one of the counters...and was served by a well-dressed, well spoken man:
Man: Morning miss, what can i do for you?
Me: (Took out my empty credit card statement i received a few weeks ago) Yes, i've got a statement here for a credit card i did not activate and planned to use, and now i'd like to cancel it please.
Man: (typing into his computer) But you have our platinum card right?
Me: (*gasp* i have a PLATINUM card????..then it clicked) Oh yeah i do, but that's only a supplementary.
Man: Yes that's right. So, you want to cancel this card?
Me: (*gulp*) Yes i do.
Man: Have you got the credit card with you now?
Me: (rummaging through my bag for my wallet) Here it is.
Man: (proceeded to pick up a pair of very sharp looking scissors) May i cut this card?
Me: (*gulp* again) Yes please (i think i stuttered a little but i'm not sure)
Man: 1) (cuts my heart in 3 little pieces)
2) The not so dramatic version: (cuts the goddamn-life-destroying plastic in 3 satisfying pieces. I hope it burns in eternal plastic hell.)
Me: Thank you
Man: Anything else i can do for you?
Me: (GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE!! PATCH THAT CARD BACK TOGETHER!!!) No thanks.
After that, i went back to the office. With the momentum still going, i called up another bank, and asked to cancel that card as well.
But let's save that story for another day.
And not to mention stupid people.
And another thing i've noticed; i get really clumsy that time of the month...anyone else notice that? Clumsier than usual that is...
Here's an excerpt of something i found on the net..
What are the symptoms of PMS?
PMS often includes both physical and emotional symptoms. Common symptoms are:
- acne
- breast swelling and tenderness
- feeling tired
- having trouble sleeping
- upset stomach, bloating, constipation, or diarrhea
- headache or backache
- appetite changes or food cravings
- joint or muscle pain
- trouble concentrating or remembering
- tension, irritability, mood swings, or crying spells
- anxiety or depression
And even worse, i find that when i'm PMS-ing (which is synonym with "stressing") i find retail therapy extremely comforting...maybe too much. Maybe at too high a cost (no pun intended). And so, it's not only me who goes on these shopping jaunts, but my credit cards come with me as well (notice the plural on "cards").
And so yesterday, i decided to end the life of one of my plastics. Mind you, it's one that i got for free, pre-approved. I thought what the hell, all it's gonna do is scream at me to be used one day anyway, when i'm at my most vulnerable.
So i went to the bank and was directed to see the person at one of the counters...and was served by a well-dressed, well spoken man:
Man: Morning miss, what can i do for you?
Me: (Took out my empty credit card statement i received a few weeks ago) Yes, i've got a statement here for a credit card i did not activate and planned to use, and now i'd like to cancel it please.
Man: (typing into his computer) But you have our platinum card right?
Me: (*gasp* i have a PLATINUM card????..then it clicked) Oh yeah i do, but that's only a supplementary.
Man: Yes that's right. So, you want to cancel this card?
Me: (*gulp*) Yes i do.
Man: Have you got the credit card with you now?
Me: (rummaging through my bag for my wallet) Here it is.
Man: (proceeded to pick up a pair of very sharp looking scissors) May i cut this card?
Me: (*gulp* again) Yes please (i think i stuttered a little but i'm not sure)
Man: 1) (cuts my heart in 3 little pieces)
2) The not so dramatic version: (cuts the goddamn-life-destroying plastic in 3 satisfying pieces. I hope it burns in eternal plastic hell.)
Me: Thank you
Man: Anything else i can do for you?
Me: (GIVE ME ANOTHER ONE!! PATCH THAT CARD BACK TOGETHER!!!) No thanks.
After that, i went back to the office. With the momentum still going, i called up another bank, and asked to cancel that card as well.
But let's save that story for another day.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Super...
It's the end of the first day back at work after the weekend. I love that end of the day feeling; when the office is quiet and you find yourself being able to think clearly and not have to do a million things at once.
Although to be fair, i wouldn't want to be here when everyone's gone..this place gets really eerie when it's empty. Maybe it's the fact that i'm used to the noises in the office; the clicking of people's fingers tapping away at the keyboards, sound of phones ringing, people talking (sometimes too loudly), papers rustling, footsteps coming in and out of the door....
Or maybe it's the countless ghost stories and apparent citing that get me spooked when it's too quiet...
But whatever it is, this is the time when i actually get proper work done. Half the time i think we're just continuously rushing to finish one task after the other. But at times like these......
I get to blog for example. And maybe surf the net...and check out Facebook..........
Talking about FB, i came in this morning, took a sneaky peek in FB and saw that one of our SMs has added me as a friend!!! You can just imagine my surprise!!!
I mean ok, fair enough, we've had a workshop together and were in the same team when we broke up into smaller groups, and ok, i've spoken to him on the phone a couple of times and we've done the whole work emails thingy to one another, but as a friend in FB??? Seriously????
You know when people say don't mix business with pleasure, i'm sure this is what they meant. We've all interpreted it wrongly in thinking that they were talking about having affairs with co-workers. What they actually meant was; don't mix things like FB (where you post stupid stuff and say stupid things and post pictures of you holding a champagne flute or a ciggie in your hand) with people at work who are obviously all religious and stuff and who could potentially be your boss one day!!!!!!!
So what the hell do i do now? It'd be really rude if i don't and yet there's no way that i will!!! Yikes!!!
As they say, fucked if you do, fucked if you don't....
Darn it...
Although to be fair, i wouldn't want to be here when everyone's gone..this place gets really eerie when it's empty. Maybe it's the fact that i'm used to the noises in the office; the clicking of people's fingers tapping away at the keyboards, sound of phones ringing, people talking (sometimes too loudly), papers rustling, footsteps coming in and out of the door....
Or maybe it's the countless ghost stories and apparent citing that get me spooked when it's too quiet...
But whatever it is, this is the time when i actually get proper work done. Half the time i think we're just continuously rushing to finish one task after the other. But at times like these......
I get to blog for example. And maybe surf the net...and check out Facebook..........
Talking about FB, i came in this morning, took a sneaky peek in FB and saw that one of our SMs has added me as a friend!!! You can just imagine my surprise!!!
I mean ok, fair enough, we've had a workshop together and were in the same team when we broke up into smaller groups, and ok, i've spoken to him on the phone a couple of times and we've done the whole work emails thingy to one another, but as a friend in FB??? Seriously????
You know when people say don't mix business with pleasure, i'm sure this is what they meant. We've all interpreted it wrongly in thinking that they were talking about having affairs with co-workers. What they actually meant was; don't mix things like FB (where you post stupid stuff and say stupid things and post pictures of you holding a champagne flute or a ciggie in your hand) with people at work who are obviously all religious and stuff and who could potentially be your boss one day!!!!!!!
So what the hell do i do now? It'd be really rude if i don't and yet there's no way that i will!!! Yikes!!!
As they say, fucked if you do, fucked if you don't....
Darn it...
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