daily rants, well, almost.

Pray with me.

Music : None
Mood : Extremely worried

I am in dire need of your help.

Please pray for my father and grandmother who are both now in hospital for different illnesses. My father has got Parkinson’s Disease (PD) and to complicate it more, he has pneumonia. His PD has deteriorated and now he is in hallucination and he wouldn’t sleep (he hasn’t slept for 4 days). I fear it has to do with his medication, but the doctors don’t seem to be doing anything about it. My grandma had stroke and now paralyzed, unable to open her eyes and swallow properly anymore, and only answers with a faint yes/no. I pray for them to get better soon, I hope you will assist my prayers.

Thank you and may God bless you ever more abundantly.

If You Could See Me Now…

Music : Jesse McCartney feat Baby Bash - Leavin (Remix)
Mood : Invisible

Have you ever felt like your existence didn’t matter? Just as if you were dead, people would still live normally?

I hold my breath real tight whenever I feel pressured - I can control my emotions better that way - like when everyone’s treating me shitty, or  when I unintentionally make someone sad and they abandon me, or when no one cares or pretend they cared. And you just want to close your eyes and forget it all, be in your own world. I bet insanity is a wonderful place - freedom to slap yourself silly, make up stories in your head and befriend imaginary friends (okay that one I got from Cecelia Ahern’s book, called “If You Could See Me Now” .. it’s so beautifully written that you feel like having an Ivan in your life).

I need a good cry. A good long cry.

I’m not so strong after all. It’s tiring being happy when you’re not. It’s tiring having to put a smile on your face when all you want to do is cry. I’m sorry, for whatever reasons that I don’t know. I’m sorry.

In this world, nobody really cares about you anyway. Not even the ones closest to you sometimes. Or they choose not to care because they see things differently from you. They just ask you questions because they think that you want someone to listen. Well, fuck that. I know most don’t fucking care anyway. Why bother to make small talk when you’re not really listening? I guess talking to people is just an escapade from reality. But what if people want to talk about reality? Who do they go to if not their friends?

I guess my life really is like Elizabeth Egan from Cecelia Ahern’s book, except that I’m not a gnirob like her. That’s what Ivan calls her - a reverse of the word boring. Very creative, I must say. Ivan is the imaginary friend, though he doesn’t like to be called imaginary because he’s a real person, except that only people who wants to see him will see him, and he remains invisible to most in the gnirob community, who are adults. But Elizabeth Egan can sense him and eventually see him then fall in love with him. Ivan, who never felt such an affection before, too feels the same way about her. It’s quite sweet how he cares and worries about Elizabeth, how he makes her laugh while answering and asking innocently (which he is), how he stops by the house and brings energy and happiness with him like life is a dream. All his life he had only worked with children, and Elizabeth is his first friend who is as old as him. He’s a professional best friend, out to seek those in need of companion. And at first when he arrived at her house in Baile na gCroithe, he thought his mission was to help her nephew, Luke, since Saoirse (Luke’s mom) most of the time is in her own world and forgets that she has a son. And Saoirse can see Ivan; he never had 3 people sense his presence all at one go before. And suddenly Elizabeth could see him too. And after a while pondering into her life and his own, he finally realised that his mission was to help Elizabeth, not Luke. So gnirob Elizabeth who used to decorate inteors with white and beige, now explores colours, seems like she’s talking to the air, lets her hair down, run in fields and catch and making wishes Jinny Joes (Irish Daisies). I’m still in the middle of the book.. I wonder if it’s a happy ending. I don’t want the book to end :(

I finally had the guts to finish the book, and it was a happy, though bittersweet, ending. I’m not going to spoil for you somemore. You have to read it. I finished 200 pages last night, I laughed aloud to myself in my bedroom, as if I was watching a movie. Of course, the movie was in my head. But I didn’t care. My love/hate relationship with the book made it my all-time favourite book. I declare Cecelia Ahern’s If You Could See Me Now one of my essentials to happiness, just as how the movie Pride and Prejudice is an essential to my happiness. The book that once sent chills down my spine and gave me goosebumps due to talks of imaginary friends and places, now enables me to flip to any page and I’d be happy and still want to read on. In fact, right after I finished reading it, I re-read the first page again and I wanted to re-live the book once more. Only one read, and I remembered all the details there were in the book. Like, how you tell someone “I can read you like a book”, that’s how I say I can read the book like a book, in a non-literal sense, or literal, depends how you see it.

And as I was reading the book, there was already an image of how Ivan would look like. And I’ve found that person who looks perfect in jeans, converse shoes, black hair with a blue cap and an adorably innocent face - Justin Long. I never did like him, but he gave Ivan a face. And if he acted as Ivan for this movie, I’d screaaaam!! :D :D :D *haha, yes I had to put that smiley no matter how I restrain myself to keeping this blog smiley-free* Yes .. I would scream.

I read somewhere that Hugh Jackman is going to star Ivan in the Disney motion picture for this story, but Justin Long will always be my Ivan.

And I don’t know why the song I’m listening to now reminds me so much of Ivan and Elizabeth.

Hey baby girl, I’ve been watching you all day
Man that thing you got behind you is amazing
You make me want to take you out and let it rain
I know you got a man but this is what you should say

Why don’t you tell him that I’m leavin’ never looking back again
You found somebody who does it better than he can
No more making you cry, no more gray skies
Girl we’re flyin on the G5 G5

Maybe there’s a hidden meaning behind all these words, that’s calling out to me. I’m leavin’ never looking back again means more to me actually, because throughout the whole song, only that phrase stands out above the music.

Yesteryears Revealed

Music : None
Mood : Neutral

OMFG! I’ve just got to upload these (from yearbookyourself.com)! FUNNY SHITE! ROFL!!

The Rachel Green hairstyle! At least I think it looks like it belongs to her. My face doesn't fit too snugly in the frame though.

FARK! I don't think I will ever live to die peacefully knowing that I had my face with this hairstyle PRINTED in my yearbook!

The ever-famous afro! So if I ever thought of going afro-ed, I know it'll good on me. ROFL.

Somewhere at the back of my mind, I always wanted this swirly look. No, seriously.

I thought this looks cute. Gotta dig that hair!

I LOOK LIKE MY MOTHER, NOEESSSS!1!! Now I know who I'll grow up to look like :|

A little “me” time

Music : NEWS - Summer Time
Mood : Better

I had a little “me” time as soon as I got home from work last night. I didn’t switch on my laptop right away, instead I took a shower, lied on my bed watching a bit of the Olympics Table Tennis on TV (playing at extreme distance away from the table … bloody amazing to watch!), caught up on reading Lauren Weisberger’s Chasing Harry Winston (about three best friends making drastic life changes), then called my mom and she passed the phone to Eleanor, Desiree, DD and back to my mom again - Updated them about how I am here, how I found St Anthony’s Church being so much like the church back at home, and how the choir sounded like angels with just one tune, they sang different levels of voices to it. It was breath-taking to listen, and I had the urge to walk up to the choir conductor (who looked like he was conducting an orchestra with his flowy hand movements) and tell him “Sir, can I join your choir?”. Think of Christmas carolling, must be a breeze! I’m still contemplating though, in regards to my busy schedule to write and design at the same time. Each time I have to switch from writer-mode to designer-mode, text-mode to graphics-mode, and on occasions, text-and-graphic-mode at the same time. It’s a wonder how my brain can switch like that. It’s fun though, I just wish I had more time. So far, work has not exactly been I-pull-my-hair-out kind of stress, it’s been more of a still-in-control stress, but still stressful nonetheless.

Anyway, I felt better after the little “me” time. Yeah, a little time can do wonders :)

I feel like watching the Love Guru but Janice’s not too keen on it, since we watched 2 lousy movies in a row. But it’s Mike Meyers! And the trailer looks promising.

I. shall. watch. it.

Hard as it is…

Music : None
Mood : Dejected

I’m sad and lonely and I have nobody to talk to.

Zen X-Fi, I love you.

Music : Kanjani8 - Goujou ni GO!
Mood : Charged but anxious

I’ve got Creative Zen X-Fi to keep me company nowadays. Well, actually it’s been a day. Haha, I sound like Giselle from Enchanted.

“No, it’s really been a day” (or something like that)

But yeah, it is love! :* It was just plain spontaneity that I bought this yummy device, without prior research. I bought it solely because it was the latest on the market, and Janice had mentioned to me before that it has a voice recording function which would come in handy during interviews. And guess what? My 8GB Zen X-Fi has no wifi! 16GB has! So does 32GB! And it’d only been a hundred bucks difference if I were to get the 16GB. Bloody hell! My happy face fell the moment I saw “16GB (Wireless LAN feature)”. The regret, I tell you. Anyways, I promised DD that I’d pass to her when I’m done with my 8GB, so I can upgrade to 16GB. Wahaha! She apparently lost the mp3 player I helped get for her 2 years ago. So maybe in a few months, she’ll get mine.

I adore my noise-isolation earphones. Putting it on, you’d feel like you’ve turned deaf; but when you switch on your music, MUSIC is all you hear. I rode on the train yesterday morning - that was the first time I properly put my Zen X-Fi to use - sat next to a girl who looked like she broke into a sneeze and I couldn’t hear a bloody thing! Wahaha! Yes, sue me for being naive and outdated but I’ve fucking excellent earphones, I tell you!

Ahh. My Zen X-Fi, my refuge.

*commercial break*

I thought I wanted to make this sound like a happy post, beginning to end but work calls. Hmm. But I will not falter!

I’ve inserted my favourite songs - Aqualung’s Brighter than Sunshine, Arashi’s Sakure Sho, Kanjani8’s Goujou ni GO! (They seriously need to come up with a new single FAST!), David Cook’s Always Be My Baby… okay, that’s to name a few. Tee hee.

And walking to work from the MRT station this morning, in my deafness towards the outside world, I realised that tar road is nicer to walk on than the cemented pavement, every footstep on it feels draining and every step forward makes you feel like your hip bones are gradually thrusted into your upper body. I actually even feel my breathing intensifying with every step, so I guess I’ll stick to walking on the tar road from now on.

Ugh. I can’t stay. Have to continue work. Be back later.

A small comeback…

Music : Arashi - Sakure Sho
Mood : Exhausted

Kathlyn made me miss you, dear blog.

And yes, I do miss you deeply. You will hearing from me more often, no matter what the topic, I promise :*

Serene..

Music : None
Mood : Calm

Life is getting better. Thank you.

It’s been a very fucked up day!

Music : None
Mood : Almost pyshotic

I think I’ve been hit by a pang series of BAD LUCK!

Just today, I’ve already been hit 4 times! Someone screwed up the unit number for our client in a newspaper, and the boss attacked my boss asking not to make the mistake again, since I miswritten their phone number in our last issue. Oh my god, that was the hardest phase I had ever had to face in my entire life. 15,000 copies of my mistake. And it was my first time to commit such a mortal mistake. But the unit number mistake had already been clarified that my boss had nothing to do with it, but still, everything little thing will come back to us because we had already screwed up once. And NOW the 40 copies of A4 posters for the same client got misprinted, because I overlooked the missing “Heineken” word. I overlooked! Can you believe it?! I just felt like killing myself. Now we have to compensate 40 copies. Is it my bad luck or is it their bad luck that everything about them keep screwing up? Is it a full moon today?

And over the weekend, I had a hotel review at a high-class hotel. Even that I screwed up, and the chef is like pissed at me right now because I decided to take photos of the Sunday buffet spread at 1.30pm. But it was not my intention to take photos of the leftovers, seriously. And he thought I came in at 1.30pm, but truthfully I arrived as soon as it was 12PM! And no one bloody acknowledged me! Okay, that’s okay. But they should have stopped me from taking photos, instead of letting me snap more if they were that terrified that I’d published it in our magazine. The manager came by and asked whether I had authorization to take photos, and I was like, “Err, no? But I’m from blah bla blah” *gives business card* and told him that I took photos for my personal reference/experience. Hah! And the next day, as predicted! The chef complained to the PR that he was very disappointed that I came in late and took photos at 1.30pm and the PR directly complained to my boss, and my boss complained to me and asked me to clarify what actually happened. I was trembling like a horrified dog with tails between its legs! The PR called me up just now and told me the chef wanted to host me lunch and said he’d come out from the kitchen to talk to me, since I was not acknowledged and that there was a miscommunication somewhere. And my spa treatment appointment was wrongly booked by the hotel PR, instead of 4PM Saturday, it was 4PM Sunday. Luckily my check-out time was at 6pm. I didn’t really enjoy it because I was so stressed. I love their BOSE Alarm System in the guestroom though - that was L-O-V-E!

How many did I mentioned now? Three.

Okay, now another client said she wanted a new design of logos for her dessert parlour because she didn’t feel that the ones we initially designed reflects what she serves. Like wha?! I liked them! I am mad out of my wits right now! I didn’t know where to hide myself anymore and I couldn’t exactly let my face show that I was sulking because right after that we had a lunch appointment at another hotel restaurant. And I had to smile for that, even though I really felt like crying inside.

One really has to learn to detach work from feelings.

It’s a cruel, cruel world I tell you.

Oh and guess what? UOB has only fucking $30 left for me. Why the hell do they have to state the current balance and the available balance for? I just need to know how much I actually have, damn it! And there’s like $101 earmark? What the fuck is that? I don’t need to know that, hide it, damn it. And my boss just borrowed $50 from me for the screwed up printing costs just now.

*SURVIVOR MODE*

What feeling is this?

Music : Tangga - Ahh
Mood : Depressed

I feel unpleasant - I don’t understand this feeling.

I don’t really know what I’m depressed about either - I just feel dejected. Lonely? No, I don’t think so. Sad? No, I’m not sad. Work? No, it doesn’t really ring a bell.

I’ve got this bad emotion clinging on me but I can’t seem to find the root and antidote for it.

There’s something amiss but what the hell is it?!

Love is not a bed of roses.

Music : Jon McClaughlin - So Close
Mood : Rejected

I watched Enchanted for the first time today. I watched it twice, actually - back to back. I absolutely love the story.

My favourite parts are:

and

… this movie just made it into my favourite movies list again. Patrick Dempsey gets all the nice roles! I heart him. He plays them so well. I’ve never watched Grey’s Anatomy before, so I never knew how he was like but him being in Maid of Honor and Enchanted just got me stuck on him! He’s a sweetie!

Fantasy aside, love is no fairytale. It’s hard work. It doesn’t happen at first sight. It takes time to grow. It takes effort to maintain. It takes words and actions to show. It’s not always happiness - sometimes you just have to grit your teeth just so you’ll survive the day. I have to stop watching love stories, they’re distorting my perception of reality. First they get my moods up high just to discover the next minute that everything comes crumbling down on me, because love is not like what you see in the movies.

It’s not a you-know I-know thing. It’s an I-have-to-remind-you-I-love-you-everyday thing.  It’s a I-have-to-talk-to-you-everyday thing. It’s a hold-my-hand-on-train-rides thing. It’s an I-have-to-tell-you-what’s-wrong-with-me-so-you’ll-know thing. Nobody reads minds. Neither life nor love is a bed of roses. Life is almost robotic, and so is love.

These days you have to find someone who can secure your future, not someone who you meet for a day and suddenly you think it’s true love. These days, chemistry is merely a bonus. You need someone the opposite of you so you can hold your ground.

Yes, love is a mutual thing but you can’t really be loved the way you want to be. That’s selfish. You can’t expect every word that comes out from their mouth to be a sonnet of love. No, not everyone can afford to be romantic. At least, not all the time. It’s a fairytale.

Love is tough. Sometimes you have to hold it all in, just to keep the person for whatever reasons there would be - comfort, loneliness, companionship, security or maybe just for love itself. But why do two people fall in love, really? What makes them stay in love? No, put aside my 8 years of relationship and go back to the basics. I may know everything there is to keeping this 8 years alive, but no, I don’t really know.

But what I do know is, reality bites. And so does this strange thing called LOVE.

The show must go on!

Music : Kanjani8 - BJ
Mood : Accepting

Whilst being in the inferno of workload, I discovered this in my office’s network yesterday.

“No matter what, the show must go on!”

Hilarious but poor kid!! *gives little boy a great big hug after the show*

On a personal note, happy monthsary me darling baby <3

What’s this game that you’re playing…

Music : A Band of Bees - This Town
Mood : Romantic

A Band of Bees - This Town
What’s this game that you’re playing
When you stand out of reach
Do your sums before you run
The brightest stones make the brightest beach
This towns got nothing for me
Cheap shots and bad jewellery
Just want to be
where everyone’s free
Lemonade on the sidewalk gives us time to talk
In a great big place
Season to season with the moon and its reason

I’m currently in love with this song - it makes you feel like there’s ocean breeze blowing in your hair. It puts you in a scene by the shore with you lying down on the sunbed with a cocktail in your hand, under an umbrella. You smile at your loved, your loved one smiles back at you. And in your head, your loved one’s face appears close-up and everything moves in slow motion with the sun setting in the horizon. Then you’d want to do a slow hula dance. It makes you want to go to the beach, doesn’t it? It makes me want to go to Hawaii, walk around in my shorts, let my hair down and wear a Pikake lei around my neck and a stem of Plumeria flower in my hair.

*daydreams*

Work got to us

Music : Garry Schyman - Praan
Mood : Weary

Whatever you say will one day be used against you. I guess I know why I’m the reserved type, confiding only in people closest to me. And how I don’t fight back in an argument, because I hate to make enemies out of people.  I will absorb all your anger and criticism, because if I let myself go, I know I won’t be able to control myself. And I dislike not having control of my emotions. I’ve seen that side of me before, and I was traumatised of myself because I didn’t know who I became to be.

I hate not being able to talk to people and I hate being ignored.

Everyone in the office is pissed off today, it seems. My boss is pissed. My editor is pissed. My dear roommate is pissed. Even I am pissed. The air-conditioner’s not working. Everyone’s making it worse. No one wants to talk to anyone, but has to. I bet everyone wants to do now is go home and have a good cry.

At least that’s what I want to do, and I don’t care if it doesnt solve anything.

When?

Music : The Magic Numbers - This is A Song
Mood : Drained

I need a hug. I need a good long hug and a shoulder to cry on.

I miss Pierre, I want to talk to him. But he’s tired, so he has gone to bed. I’m exhausted out of my wits - I’ve been working my ass off.

I hate my phone. The bill has exceeded by double the actual amount, or so my boss has told me. I guess I won’t be calling home anymore, or anytime soon. Thinking bout it makes me feel even lonelier.

I’m just so so exhausted. And I still have to fucking work tomorrow. On a Sunday.

I haven’t received my month’s salary, and I already know how bloody broke I will be in the upcoming month.

It makes no difference, really. I don’t even have family here. What am I working for anyway? What am I waiting for? What’s end of the road for this choice of life path?

I can’t really complain. Besides, I was the one who brought myself here. But how long can more can I stand being here?

Will Pierre come here to work after he graduates? That not even he himself can guarantee such bliss. He might just get a well-paid job in Malaysia itself. But I’m sick of this doing this long distance relationship thing.

What is my purpose? Next month is my third month here, and I still feel like the first month when I first got here. Is this normal? When will one feel wholly contented after one has gotten one’s first job?

What should I do now? I feel lost and alone. Everyday I put on a smiling face to conceal all my troubles and worries, pretending I’m doing okay.

I think I need a life advisor.

What choice of words.

Music : The Boy Least Likely To - Be Gentle With Me
Mood : Reserved

I think I like the way how the British say everything long-windedly. At least they get everything they want to say in precise words and leave no room for misunderstandings. Well, at least that’s what I think. I think people nowadays hold a smaller capacity for vocabulary and their choice of words is terrible, I mean, like.. stab to heart, terrible.

People should learn how to elaborate when expressing their disatisfaction. Find good choice of words. Be human. Instead of saying “It looks ugly *stab to the heart* on you” , say “I don’t think it suits you, why don’t you try this?”

Beauty is subjective. Uglyness is non-existent. What’s ugly to you is beautiful to someone else. So shut up, and think of words to say before you actually open your mouth.

Shitez. Do not sleep yet!

Music : Michael Buble - You Don’t Know Me
Mood : Drowsy

Ugh. Bad idea. Shouldn’t have drunk milk. Now my body thinks that I’m ready for sleep.

I just woke up from a 5-hour nap - been exhausted ever since before the wedding. Had to make up for the lost hours, since I’ve been waking up early every single day including weekends. My poor physical being.

And I’ve been pigging out all week, because I do that for a living. Ngam lah kan? Sudah lah tia cukup tidur, makan macam babi lagi, tsk tsk. I hope to starve myself the next week, since we’ll be closing in on the designs for the food magazines my company handles. It’s gonna be a deadly busy week. And I’m going to look forward to my Barbie Doll Eyelashes Perm the week after! Wee! Something to look forward to.

I bought Maybelline’s Unstoppable Lash Extension Mascara! And I love it! I have never fancied using Mascara before, having always ended up with accidents while applying it; this is the first time in years I’m using it again. Mascara, my new best friend .. next to my concealer, I truly heart!

I don’t think I will be needing to go to M.A.C now. Maybelline just fits the bill.

Word of mouth? No, write it on paper.

Music : None
Mood : Pissed

Mental note to self:

To state everything in black and white for anything regarding money.

Or be in DEEP shit.