“There are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them. You know?” - source unknown






so what if they get almost everything but disagree with the one thing that is most important to your heart?

such an alcoholic lunar new year.

i swear, my family is mad. on lunar new year's eve, the sister decides that we all need a mojito to pass the night. after playing around with rum, mint, lime and brown sugar, we finally get a mojito that doesn't lead to a funny crumpled face. within an hour, we break out the wines, crackers and cheese.

on the first day, they mix up mojitos again after lunch. not a big fan of mojito, i create a sangria from the red wine leftover from the previous night, some f&n orange and a slice of lime. now, we're having a beer.

it's not about getting drunk. the family just likes the taste of various alcohol. besides, we're all just chilling at home and watching tv together. that's my type of fun while drinking: being able to appreciate the taste, good company, and knowing that i'm not going to bed with my head spinning. i'm done with days of shouting over loud music and paying for people to buy $400 whiskeys to get drunk (seriously??).

it may be a new year that's a little more alcoholic than previous years.. but fun nevertheless.

my siblings also discovered the 'joys' of having family in the same school.

in jc, i was in the same class as my niece. yes. niece. in the same sch with two cousins and i end up in the same class with my niece. what ensued was then her calling me "aunty" on top of her lungs at every opportunity she had.

her brother, a year younger than my sister, end up in the same jc too. without the luxury of being in the same class, he would shout for his aunty across the canteen.

another of our nephews was my brother's senior in jc. meetings at the urinal or toilet meant a pat on the butt from the back. fu----------

i learn too many things each year from this crazy group. TMI...

oh the irony. after watching the victoria secret's fashion show last night, i was inspired to return to the gym. to eat healthier.. all the while thinking of people who tell me that i should just stop eating to lose weight 'cos it has worked for them.

then i came across this video of Jessica Simpson interviewing Isabelle Caro, the anorexic nude model who died 17 Nov 2011, weighing at just 32 kg when she was 1.65m.

people, if you wanna lose weight, start exercising, dammit.

yes, i agree that it would be nice to have some time alone tonight. it is an amazing weather to sleep early too, especially given the budding headache.


still, i'm reminded that there is a difference between being "alone" and being "lonely" on the Christmas night.


Merry Christmas, World.

At every single step of the journey, you leave a little bit of you in each memory you try to hold onto. to each memory you try to continue to be part of.

but there are some memories better left forgotten on this path. especially memories of friends who chose to drift from you, only to become hi-bye acquaintances. 'cos there's really no point in leaving any part of yourself in that relationship.

but all's not lost. while i seem to have that many of such 'friends' whom i can barely call friends now.. i have acquaintances who have become fast friends. new friends who have proven worthy in a sense, with their offers of hugs, listening ears and shoulders to cry on. friends who will sit there, listen to you whine, let you cry your heart out, then buy you ice cream or a beer or whatever you fancy to make it all better.

friends who know that you've put your heart out there to be crushed stupidly, and wait until you go crying to them, and have their arms open for you to seek just that little solace.

yes, despite the screwed up 'friendships' i've had in the past, i've also memories worth taking along this journey as i venture down this path to some destination still unknown to me.


to whomever it may concern, please be a memory that I don't want to forget. that's all i ask and beg of you.


please let me find worth in leaving part of me in that memory.

occupational hazard at its funniest. email thread after reading abt missing millions at M1 as reported in Business Times, 23 Nov.


GYY@14:56: "Imagine when the company takes over the ownership of the stingray... they will have to record that under PPE – Stingray.... Depreciated over estimated lifespan of a stingray of n years...."

YRC@15:13: "Eh? Stingray is PPE? No what i will record it as Inventory.....got sales value....why u record under ppe?"

Me@15:15: "Inventory fail la. Doesn’t meet FRS 2 requirement of inventory for telcos."

YRC@15:16: "Ok (GYY) and i have decided to write off and peng kang"



oh. em. gee.

My Eulogy

"Eulogy" comes from the greek word, "eulogia" and refers a speech or writing in praise of a person or thing, especially one recently deceased. but this is not a praise to myself. it is not intended to be one. this is me hoping that the world saw, remembered and thought of me as the person whom i tried to present myself as.

i hope the world saw me as someone who always tried too hard to be helpful. that i would step up to the best of my ability and rise to the challenge when it presented itself. so when people remember how anal i was about grammar, they would remember how i helped with their reports and presentations.

i hope the world saw me as someone who would poke my nose into the affairs of the people i cared about simply because i wanted to be there to catch them when they fall. and even if i'm not in time to prevent the fall, i'm there to pick them up even after laughing at how silly the fall was. that i'm always ready with a hug or a prayer or both.

i want the world to remember me as someone you want as a friend and never an enemy. that people will remember how fiercely i would defend my friends and protect them. yet that they'll also remember that i dare to rebuke my friends when they are in the wrong.

i hope the world knows that i'm also nothing more than a mere human, perfectly imperfect. that i have my shortcomings and i have failed those i care about one way or another. that no apology can right the wrongs but know this, it is never my intention to hurt those i care about.

and by the fact that i'm human, know this. i fall. i hurt. i bleed. i cry. these are my imperfections. that i will be frustrated, annoyed, angry and upset. know that i embrace all my imperfections but i've never glorified them.and if you have forgotten all that i've written here, remember this one thing.

i want the world to see, remember and know me as a christian, trying to find my footing in the world. Trying, despite my sinful nature, to please God and glorify Him in the ways I only know how to. that i know i've failed God on so many accounts but i've never left His side. that come the day the world forgets my name and what i was like as a person, they'll still see, remember and know me as a child of God.

i'm not going to tell you to cry. i'm not going to tell you to be sad. I'm not going to tell you to cheer and rejoice. I'm going to tell you to feel the way you want to feel about my absence, be it joy, tears or indifference. Humans are entitled to feel the way they feel without anyone trying to control it. But this I'm going to tell you.

Forget my name. Forget my face. Let me be "that girl" or "that person who's name I don't remember anymore". But don't forget how I made you feel.

And please, don't forget that I walked with God, for God.

******

for some reason, i felt compelled to write my own. to be read at my own funeral. am i mad? maybe. but hey, it's my life. :)

My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done; and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

- Maya Angelou

just caught voyage de la vie.

on the surface, it looks like any other circus act with the contortionist, juggler, acrobats.. and it ends nearly out of context with the lead finishing off with the voyage de la vie. if you didn't know already, "voyage de la vie" means "journey of the life".

"It's not about the destination. 'cos the moment you arrive you'll find what you're looking for has always been right there inside, right there in your heart. on this beautiful journey of life." - Voyage de la vie

sure, the show is amazing. breath-taking. lead singer needs better diction. viktor kee is amazing, and i'm not talking abt his costume during his juggling act.

each act, like every other circus act, increases in difficulty level. stunts get tougher. yet each performer brings it through and ends with an astounding finish.

each act reflects life, doesn't it?

everyone will go through challenges.. and with each new challenge, the old ones don't seem as daunting and become even routine. but it's not being able to overcome the challenge that matters. it's how you overcome it. that is, THE journey of life.

****

hooked on this song for now.

latest updates, the left eye is still swollen, as well as the left area above the cheekbone. other than that, i've done my work for the day and i'm a-ok.

given the time, i was looking at my ongoing personal projects

- earring website (still... pending.. ahahaha.)

- sgflea. completed. uploaded bags too!

- room

the room project is hopefully going to be done by end of the year. i've been surfing to get ideas and i came across this amazing website that reminded me of how much i just love melbourne. (photo credits all to TheDesignFiles.net

by Sarah Dingwall

by Georgie Kay

Georgie Kay's company has done some amazing events too. this is just too pretty!!!!

if ever i do get married, i want either style just for friends. the family can be stuffed into some random yummy tung lok restaurant.

random ramblings. but yes. The Design Files is currently my favorite design website. whee~

today, i was hit with another allergic reaction after lunch. not something that happens usually but it has happened before. swollen puffy eyes. itching throat.

this one more intense than the previous few.

when i was in the cab to the doctor's, i felt like i was dying. my whole body was itching. my throat hurt. i could barely open my eyes. and i was breathless. for a while, i felt like i was going to die.

how apt though. just last night, i was writing my own eulogy for my own funeral. random, i know. but the timing then.. as the cab ambered along bukit timah, i was wondering who i should contact to let them know about the eulogy.

it was the scariest feeling ever. i closed my eyes (not difficult..) and prayed. i just prayed. i couldn't tell if i was crying or not as my eyes were already tearing from the reaction since my eyes started to swell.



with His blessings, i'm fine right now, my right eye is nearly back to its original size. my left eye is slightly more than half of the original size. but it's an improvement nevertheless. despite the numerous pills i'm popping, i'm thankful that everything else is normal. sigh.

just before hari raya puasa, a few friends and i headed out to Holland Village for chicken wings, satay and beer. unfortunately, the satay never happened 'cos the store didn't sell satay in the evening (like huh...) and chicken wings were resigned to spicy wings in Harry's.

so while chilling in Harry's, we chatted/complained about the usual things, namely, work. one friend, D, shared his frustration. and he came up with the best analogy we have ever heard from him. a little background, he's trying to clean up stuff that have been left behind by people who are no longer around.

his analogy? he likened the situation to having a pig from long long ago. Pig A has been butchered. the tail is in one container. the ears in another container. he's found ears in one container. he's told that it belongs to Pig A, the pig he's looking for. there's no way to confirm that it belongs to Pig A as there is no tagging and no one else can confirm it. there are many other containers with many other ears.

hence also known as "GGFML"

we were naturally laughing throughout the entire night, even on our way home.

one of the girls, affectionately known as Pig, drove. D sat in the passenger seat and suddenly it was beeping. turned out he didn't put his seatbelt. we started to talk abt the sensors that had detected someone in the seat. i said it had to do with placement of weight. one friend said that there was a heat sensor.

then pesky, in her usual pesky way, asked what wld have happened if there were many many bowls of kway teow soup that were heavy and definitely way too hot. D played along and pretended to be a voice sensor of the car in a robotic tone, "I am sorry. Passenger combusting. Passenger combusting."

we died laughing in the car.


i seriously have mad friends.