tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37099795515982363382024-03-13T17:54:06.528+08:00A Story UnfoldsA story about my life. Of course.alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-48312565277384789342013-08-20T00:52:00.002+08:002013-08-20T00:52:26.593+08:00New Country. New Blog. New Adventures.Since I'm going over to a new country for studies so I have decided to move to a new blog. <br /><br />Please head off to alwizhyper.wordpress.com for more adventures! (Sort of) <br /><br />I will still keep this blog alive and maybe one day, the boyfriend will help me move all my posts to the wordpress blog. :) <br /><br />Till then. alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-4780204395311846222012-08-30T16:04:00.000+08:002012-08-30T16:04:37.970+08:00Chapter : Dramatic Duck Once Again.<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I have decided to draw this little character again. Some of the stories are inspired from real events, some...are not. So just enjoy the little comic below. </span><br />
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<br />alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-82436892211077894902012-08-28T16:10:00.000+08:002012-08-28T17:10:11.934+08:00Chapter : Over Exaggerating Duck. <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I haven't been able to blog lately because:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So to make up for my absence. A comic which is base somewhat on real events. Enjoy the half-ass drawings and lame-ass jokes. <i>Yes, I drew them...</i></span></div>
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alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-25048708673793547752012-06-01T02:25:00.000+08:002012-06-01T02:58:40.205+08:00Chapter : Weigh Gain<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">I weighed myself and this was my face. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Ah, it’s simple for him to say because he
was into the health thing where he was lifting weights, doing push-ups and
sit-ups <i>waaaay</i> before we got together. I
was jogging before with him because I wanted to look good for my sister’s
wedding...then when the boyfriend got into an accident, we stopped...</span></span></div>
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clothes are getting tight! Not a good sign because I will have to spend more to
buy clothes to <b>FIT</b> me instead. In my head I have decided, <i><b>“LET’S LOSE SOME
WEIGHT AND TONE UP!”</b></i> but my body is like, <b><i>“NOOOO, LET’S JUST ROLL IN BED AND
BECOME A HOUSE CAT AND EAT LOADS OF CAKE!”</i></b></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">So now I’ll try my best to keep a track of
my hopefully it will come to reality health and weigh diet thingy
tracker...wish me luck!</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Dear self, please be more discipline!</span></span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">I haven’t been updating my blog because I was
busy playing Diablo 3 with the boyfriend. Diablo 3, the game that has been in
production for 11 years have finally released this year and was one of the most
anticipated games yet! </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Are you ready?</span></i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Unfortunately I didn’t purchase the game
for my own and was hijacking my boyfriend’s brother’s account and his account
from time to time. It’s a seriously addictive game because you have to do
quests to achieve your goal, gather in teams to fight some bosses and get some
fancy cool items to equip your character!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">I have been so addicted that I have been
playing after work in the office before continuing to completing my tasks and
occasionally at the boyfriend’s place when I have the chance...but most of the
time I will try to play the game on my little dingy laptop which lags and I couldn’t
enjoy the game to the fullest. </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is what we call Friday night dating with the boyfriend</span></i></span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">The boyfriend told me that his brother
might be selling his account because he was losing interest in the game. We
might buy over the game since I’m most of the time on it, but I feel quite bad
because half the time I took over his account to play instead of him and he on
the other hand, would miss out the chance to play it and he was the one who
bought it. I’m so sorry! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Till then, you’ll find me on the world of
Diablo. Time to go for some demon hunting!</span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm not the one playing but that's exactly what I'll be doing!</i></span></td></tr>
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<br /></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-23144907668213497932012-05-05T23:32:00.000+08:002012-05-05T23:32:20.987+08:00Chapter : The Dream<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">I had a dream two days ago and I told the
boyfriend about it...more like nagged at the boyfriend why he did or said it. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Anyway, the dream started off when I was in
the boyfriend’s car heading some place. Then out of the blue, he said, <i>“I have
something to tell you. I’m currently dating a girl who is prettier and nicer
than you.”</i> The moment he said it, my heart sank and I asked,<i> “Why did you do
it?” </i>He didn’t answer. Then when we arrived in our destination, apparently the
girl he was dating behind my back was there. Then I found out she wasn’t even that
pretty to begin with and she’s a Japanese chick. Then I looked at the boyfriend
and said, <i>“That’s the girl you’re dating?! She’s not even pretty!” </i></span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i>I bet that's how I looked like when I said that.</i></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Then I woke up. I told the boyfriend about
it, and I scolded him. I said,<i> “Why you like Japanese chick over me? She’s not
even pretty! How is she nicer than me?!!!”</i> The boyfriend laughed because I was making so
much noise over a dream. Then he said, <i>“You should have more confidence in yourself,
my dear. Like, I’m prettier! Or I’m cuter! Something like that.” </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Then I laughed and said, <i>“Yes, I know. But
it’s still your fault!”</i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Deep down I know that he will never do that
and he said it himself too that he will never do it but it was funny how I
reacted when I found out that the girl he was dating was a Japanese chick and I
thought she wasn’t even pretty!</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">What do you think? Dreams are some sort of
message or it’s just a dream...dream. You know? I'm confused.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Today was a pretty eventful day for me.
Originally the boyfriend and I planned to head down to town to try this
restaurant that serves Japanese shabu-shabu. I’m a huge fan for Japanese
cuisine so I managed to pester the boyfriend to take a drive down to town.
Unfortunately, as the day approached<span> </span>for
our lovely date, we found out that there would be some rally going on in town
and was advised by parents and friends not to head down unless we’re willing to
face the jam. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">So our plans were changed, so the boyfriend
called me yesterday (since I’m typing this on a Sunday morning) asking
whether<span> </span>I wanted to watch the most
awaited movie, The Avengers. Of course I said yes because all my friends have
already watched it and I was eagerly waiting for the hype to die down so I
could get decent seats in the cinema just to watch the movie. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">After the boyfriend told me that he bought
the tickets, he also told me that his mom was waiting for me to come over so
she could cook for me my favourite dish, pan mee. I immediately got ready and
asked him to pick me up because I have been craving for that dish for some
time. After he picked me up, we had a really late lunch; we headed to the mall
to catch our movie. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">We were watching our movie at this cinema
called MBO located in Kepong. The cinema is alright, though the movie itself
had two subtitles, one was in Malay and the other in Chinese...kind of spoilt
the entire visual of the movie, that’s what I felt. Anyway, the movie was
awesome. I enjoyed every single part of it! But watching in the cinema was
quite an experienced I would say...there was this guy sitting next to me, half
way watching the movie, he had the time to go on Facebook on his phone, there
was someone coughing his heart out and at times could hear some uncle talking
really loudly to someone. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">After the movie, I pestered the boyfriend
to bring me to One Utama because I wanted to eat at BBQ Plaza, also wanted the
boyfriend to try out that place too. We actually planned to eat there for quite
some time but every time when we wanted to, somehow we would forget or have
other plans instead. At first after our meal, I wanted to do some shopping but
the boyfriend was tired so we decided to head back to his house to watch some
shows. <span> </span>When we’re about to head back to
his place, I asked whether I could drive his car because he never lets me. It took
me a lot of pleading to get him to agree to let me drive his car. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">We hung around at his place watching Korra
the Last Airbender (or was it Next?), I have no idea.<span> </span>Then we watched some anime because I wanted
too...can’t take out the otaku in me. Basically I felt like I was a princess
for a day. The boyfriend even allowed me to drive back to my place! I never
felt so privileged in my life. </span></span></div>
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<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Watched the Avengers movie</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Ate at BBQ Plaza after countless times of
promising that would go there</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">The boyfriend allowed me to drive his
previous car </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Watched all the shows that I wanted </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Being treated like a little princess
because I get to do almost everything that I wanted.</span></span></li>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Thank you to the lovely boyfriend was
bringing me out today. Now we shall plan another date to town to eat at the
other restaurant that I wanted! </span></span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-71197782763703511932012-04-23T23:05:00.001+08:002012-04-23T23:06:28.890+08:00Chapter : Getting Back in Shape...Attempt 1<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">
<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">So I have decided to start jogging
again...after months of lazing away in the bedroom, reading my books or stealing
my mom’s iPad to play (occasionally) I realized that I’m getting way too
unhealthy. Been eating slightly more than usual, been sleeping a lot and also
feeling that my clothes are getting tighter. If you are still thinking, <i>“Seriously? Jessie you’re skinny!”</i> I beg to differ, as I
have a slightly longish looking body, I tend to look slimmer to others. The
wonders of fashion, they manage to help you hide your unwanted spots and utilize
your lovely spots. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">But to be honest, the only parts that I’m
putting on some weight are around my pooch, my bums and my thighs. Well,
actually a little bit on my bum is good because my mom and sister keep saying
that I have an ugly bum because it’s flat. So I guess a little bit of fats
there is good to make my bum looks fuller, I suppose. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Anyway, back to my little effort to take up
jogging again. I failed terribly. I couldn’t even jog for a full two minutes! I
walked most of the time, before it started to rain. But mostly I forced myself
to jog at least a minute to make myself feel better but eventually I gave up
because the pain at the right side of my body is causing me to limp my way
across to achieve my one minute goal. Maybe I should start walking up the
stairs instead of taking the lift. Problem is that at my office it’s up on the
11<sup>th</sup> floor and at my house is up on the 13<sup>th</sup> floor. So if
I climb up these floors every single day, I might be able to build up my stamina
again! I think I rather climb up all the floors than jogging for two minutes.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Basically I’m following a routine that was
recommended by the boyfriend. Apparently it’s for couch potatoes who decides to
become a marathon runner so it will train you slowly to build up your stamina
and eventually you’ll be able to run a <b>FULL </b>half an hour run (possibly run a
<b>FULL</b> marathon in the near future). After
giving up on my epic fail jogging effort, I decided to do some sit-ups at home!
Finally manage to locate my dad’s missing yoga mat, I lay it on the floor and
did a few sit-ups. I manage to do a good twenty sit-ups before lying flat on
the floor counting my life away. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">Then out of curiosity, I decided to look
up planking. Everyone seems to be doing it, and as silly as it may be, I thought
it was a pretty simple to achieve. Boy, what a fool I’ve been. Maybe because I keep
seeing people planking all over the town for a joke, I assumed it was a simple
thing to do but planking for fun and planking exercise are TWO different things.
Seriously, trying to stay still for a <b>GOOD</b> 20 seconds is pure torture for me.
Plus, I wasn’t sure I was doing it right, but judging from my shaky elbows
trying to maintain my weight above ground wasn’t an easy feat. After doing it 3
times, I fell towards the floor welcoming the feeling of my entire body against
it. </span></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, that's how I look like planking for the first time.</span></td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span lang="EN-GB">I should start doing small exercises to
build up my stamina again before going off to do something greater. Seeing my
parents healthier than I am makes me feel defeated. My parents walk up the hill
every day and my mom occasionally swims on Saturdays and the only rest day is
Sunday. I on the other hand, roll on bed from Monday to Sunday and occasionally
leaving the fort for errands, dinners and parties. I must be a cat in past
life. That’s my theory.</span></span></div>
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<br /></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-49653731328453869582012-03-12T20:51:00.000+08:002012-03-12T20:51:47.315+08:00Chapter : The Bug.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have been sick far too long. I was sick towards the end of February, and then I fell sick again on Thursday last week which dragged on till today. I have been popping pills as though I was a certified drug addict. It’s not good.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Popping pills as though it's candies.</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My antibiotics have already gone and I’m still not well yet. I went to work today but I asked to leave early because I couldn’t breathe properly in the office due to the fact it was dusty and I was almost literally coughing a lung out and I was wearing a MASK to the office too!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, I took an extra effort to wear a MASK to work.</span></span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I should see the doctor tomorrow to ask for another day of MC just in case because I want to be in a perfect health condition to complete all the tasks that is going to come my way. Need another day to recuperate my health and body condition. Resting so far is the only way for me to regain back my health somehow.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My nose is still block and I feel pathetic that I can’t eat my usual spicy food nor drink my favourite coffee or tea because of the medication that I’m taking. I managed to finish a box of tissues just from my flu alone and at night if I’m lucky I would be able to get a good night’s rest, but mostly I’m unlucky because I’m always coughing my lungs out and it disrupts my sleep. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">If only I looked this cute when I was blowing my nose off my face!</span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Good health, where art thou? I missed you so. A good night’s rest and the feeling of being able to eat and drink anything under the sun is what I have longed for. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">On the other hand, the boyfriend is doing well after his surgery, but he got infected by the sick bug because of me and now currently recuperating to recover from the sore throat and cough bug. I saw his x-ray after his surgery where they implanted some metal plate and screws which gives a little twinge in my heart because it reminded me of the accident that he had not too long ago that lead to the metal plate implant. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Till then, take good care of your health and make sure that you don’t become a victim of the crazy bug which I seem to have inherited for the past few days. </span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-86141127616840355732012-03-06T02:33:00.000+08:002012-03-06T02:33:56.173+08:00Chapter : The Boyfriend's "House Arrest"<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Last month the boyfriend fell off his bike. The moment I received the news from him, I couldn’t pay attention at work because I was so worried. I quickly rushed to his house after work and found out that he fractured his collar bone. The poor guy has his dominant arm in a sling and his knee has a huge scab there – really grossed me out though.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">During the first week, I was at his place helping him clean and dress his wounds, wipe him because he can’t bathe. He can’t go out because it hurts too much so basically he was like having a <i>“house arrest”</i> for a month. He couldn’t sleep on his bed because when he gets up, it hurts the shit of him so he had to sleep on the chair. It’s unfortunate for him because he couldn’t get a good night’s sleep because </span></div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">His arm is in a sling.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">He can’t move that much.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">He gets a sore back just staying in one spot. </span></li>
</ol><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Then one fine day, he told me that he was going to the hospital for a check up (well, more like a second opinion) and found out that his collar bone was actually broken into three parts (not a tiny fracture) and now have to go for surgery to put in a metal plate into his collar bone. Well, he said that he don’t need the surgery but will have to have his arm in a sling for the next one to two months and it might affect some flexibility on his right arm. So he decided to go for the surgery instead to make life easier because I can see that it’s a lot of hassle for him to do things which just one arm. Anyway, knowing that he has to go for the surgery soon, I told the boyfriend that this is his first process of becoming Robocop and now he can deflect bullets with his collar bone!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hopefully after the surgery it will heal properly, so he can use both of his arms again and also for him to be able to get a GOOD NIGHT’S SLEEP! It’s so pitiful seeing him in his chair and getting dark circles from lack of sleep. Maybe I should bring him for a massage after he has healed properly and I too can get one for myself too! Double win! </span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-39332625079026884022012-02-15T01:19:00.000+08:002012-02-15T01:19:14.232+08:00Chapter : Valetine's Day 2012<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A little late night post before I head to bed. Happy Belated Valentine’s Day everyone! This year, my Valentine’s Day was spent not only with the boyfriend but with two of our very close friends too. At first I didn’t want to make any plans because I was afraid that there would be some last minute work which I did have and thankfully I managed to complete it and rush off. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boyfriend and I were waiting for the J couple because James had work and only ends at 8pm so we just surf the net while waiting for them. After they arrive, we head off to look for food because knowing that everywhere would be packed with people, so we agreed to just sit wherever as long there’s food. We ended up at Sidz Pub in Bukit Damansara and we sat there for a while having our dinner before we left hunting for dessert. Though truth to be told, our dessert wasn’t dessert...we ended up in Mont Kiara for Chatime instead. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We just sat for a while, talking and then we decided to leave. The J couple, James and Joanna have classes tomorrow while the boyfriend and I have work. But I have to wake up extra early to head to the bank with my mom. This year for the first time, the boyfriend gave me a rose! I was actually pretty surprise because in my head I thought some girl gave him the rose and then he decided to just pass it to me instead...I know, my mind works in some weird way.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Thank you to the boyfriend was the lovely dinner and flower, though I think it will die off later because I do not know how to maintain it...Happy Belated Valentine’s Day everyone, hope that you had a wonderful celebration. To me, it was way better than last year because I get to spend it with the boyfriend and close friends instead in the office working.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Not too long ago, my youngest brother flew to Brisbane to start his Year 10 there. My dad flew along too to keep an eye of him to make sure that he does his homework and stuffs like that. My mom cried buckets when he left because she is very attached to him. I don’t blame her I guess because every single day you’re with him and practically doing everything together, it’s hard to let go. Besides, when all of us (My siblings and I) left, we were in our twenties whereas my youngest brother is only fifteen when he left. The house now is currently occupied by my mom and I. It feels pretty big now when there’s only the two of us. I try to spend most of the time accompanying my mom because she’s the type who really needs a companion...though my relationship with her is not on a great level. But I will do my best somehow...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have been thinking a lot lately, mostly on my career, need to do a fresh start before its too late. I can’t be procrastinating anymore; I need to make the first step to move forward! Hopefully I would be able to branch out from my usual work scope. From an animator to...something else, which I haven’t really thought about yet. Well, basically I hope that I would be able to get out of the office more, meet new people and able to interact with them instead of sitting in front of the computer every single day without getting any sunlight or something. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The reason why I took so long to start making a move from my current job because I’m pretty comfortable in that company. Though we have projects with deadlines to rush but the environment there is pretty easy-going. But then I just have to force myself out from my little comfort zone and start to move up. I need to do it while I’m still “young” if I want to try out something new. Hopefully that whichever path I take I will be able to succeed. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Growing up is never easy but everyone must face it one way or another. It’s either they start early or start later...in certain cases, never at all! Pray that this year would be a fruitful year for me. I know I will be facing a lot of hardships but if I work hard and be patient, I might be rewarded...right?</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-5572257400029548692012-01-12T02:01:00.000+08:002012-01-12T02:01:54.539+08:00Chapter : Call Me Ahmad.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So my sister is getting married this Saturday and there are loads of things needed to be done. I took leave from work since Tuesday and only will be returning work on Wednesday, the 17th. Basically I’m her <i>“driver”</i> for the entire week till the wedding day itself. I brought her to do her make-up trial, pick her Australian friends up from the airport and brought them sight-seeing; send them back to the hotel, run some errands for my mom and many more. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Attended my sister’s registration and have to wake up at 5 in the morning to get ready because my sister and I are sharing the room and there’s only one bathroom for us to share. My house is currently being occupied by my grandmother and godparents, they are here to help up with all the preparations that’s needed for the wedding.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Soon my entire relatives including nephews and nieces will be arriving and the entire house will be filled with noise and laughter. Once the wedding is over, the house will be quiet once again and my sister will officially <i>“move” </i>out of the house to stay with her husband. For the first time in years my sister will be able to celebrate Chinese New Year with the entire family though my dad and my youngest brother will be leaving to Australia on the 3rd day of Chinese New Year because my youngest brother will be studying there.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then my sister and my other brother only be leaving on the 4th day of Chinese New Year and the house will only have my mom and I. It will be tough for my mom to endure the “loneliness” for a few months because she’s used to have my youngest brother around accompanying her everywhere. Hopefully my mom will finally find some hobbies to keep her occupied while I’m at work or meeting up with some friends and the boyfriend once in a while.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Till then, I will write a new post, probably slightly more detailed about the things that happened during the week of preparation to the wedding day itself. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Who knew that there are so many things needed to be done? My dad said that it’s better to elope than to do all these preparations. He told me, <i>“Ting, the next time when you want to get married, just elope. I will even provide the money for you. Less troublesome and I will save more!”</i> You know, I actually thought it was a pretty decent idea, but would love to wear a wedding dress at least if I’m eloping or something. Just kidding, I will <i>never</i> elope..............right?</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-20196225631168240452012-01-07T23:37:00.001+08:002012-01-12T01:31:37.438+08:00Chapter : Cooking Together for The First Time.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yesterday was an interesting day for me because it was the first time the boyfriend and I decided to cook something together. The recipe of the day was Curry Chicken Katsu. The boyfriend prepared the Chicken Katsu while I cooked the Japanese Curry. Well, mine was an easy task to achieve whereas the boyfriend had quite a bit of steps to do...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">His mom and aunt were curious to see what we were up too because according to his mom, the boyfriend rarely cooks so it was a surprise for her to see him on his own account, to go all out to prepare something and cook. He look like a little boy learning how to prepare his own meal, it was really a sight to see. Wished I could record it because he was asking his mom what to do or how to make it better that sort of thing. It was really a sight to see. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was watching the boyfriend marinating the chicken with pepper, salt and flour then covering it with beaten eggs and covering it with breadcrumbs then watching him frying it. He looked so serious with the task he was doing. He took the harder task from me whereas I just have to peel the potatoes and carrots and cut the onions. Then boil the potatoes and carrots until they are soft before frying them together in the pan with the onions. After frying them, then only I add water for it to boil before dunking in the instant Japanese curry paste into the broth. The only mistake I did was accidentally putting the corn starch straight into the mixture before diluting it with water. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Everything turned out alright thought the boyfriend said that he wasn’t happy with his Chicken Katsu and hopefully next time he can make it better. Well, after all, there’s always a first time for everything. At least we can learn from our mistake and hope that we can make it better. But it was a lovely experience to cook something with the boyfriend and in hopes that we will try something else again together.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The only picture of our final masterpiece is with the boyfriend’s phone. See whether I can get the picture from him and post it up here. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">UPDATE! </span><br />
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The boyfriend gave me the picture of our "masterpiece". </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My New Year’s Eve was boring. There wasn’t anything to do, so I just sat at home, played some games on the iTouch and slept. When the clock struck 12, I heard fireworks, but I couldn’t see it. So I slept after that...the boyfriend called me to wish me Happy New Year but it was too noisy and he couldn’t hear me though I could hear him. The only noise I could hear in Malacca was motorcycles passing by honking.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How can I summarize up my 2011? A lot has happened within this year, a lot of sadness and happiness combined to make me the person I am today.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have been working for a year.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">I managed to complete my first freelance job.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Had my first vacation with the boyfriend</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Missed out on my first group vacation with my girlfriends.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Planned a surprised birthday dinner for the boyfriend.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Had a lovely birthday celebration.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Spent karaoking until 4 am.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Met Sylvia’s boyfriend for the first time. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Was given a pair of white gold earrings for Christmas.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Made new friends and gotten closer to some of them unexpectedly.</span></li>
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was never the type that would like to make New Year’s resolution because I know for a fact that I can never fulfil them. It’s like people making a resolution that they will lose weight and stuffs but never got to it in the end. I tried making some resolutions before but in the end I never get to them. Maybe I have achieved one out of the many and that’s about it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Let’s hope that this year would be another great year for me and to everyone else too. </span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-62237627182831429522011-12-26T02:26:00.001+08:002011-12-26T02:27:18.992+08:00Chapter : Christmas 2011<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">This year my Christmas was pretty...mundane. On Christmas eve, I spent my morning eating Bak Kut Teh with the family, then followed them to Subang Parade to do some shopping for my youngest brother because he’s running out of PROPER clothes. After that was a simple dinner and we went home afterwards. Then on Christmas day itself, went to church in the morning, my aunt, cousin and her husband dropped by for a visit and then we went for dinner afterwards. It was such a boring celebration for both days. Didn’t get to go to Shaun’s party after that too because it was too late so I just stayed at home and watched my Japanese dramas like a hopeless nerd. But it’s good to spend dinner with my family once in a while...I guess. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Other than that, I got lovely Christmas presents this year, though it may not be many but its lovely nevertheless. I got a handmade item from Joey and surprisingly enough a pair of earrings from the boyfriend but it isn’t your typical ten bucks pair of earrings from any typical store but it’s from a PROPER jewelery store! Like a store that sold real gold and silvers! I was so shocked that when I received it from the boyfriend...he’s always doing things like this. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">First he will play mind tricks on you saying he will get pepper spray, steering lock or some funny items that would make you think that it would be useful but not suitable for a gift to someone. Then he will continue it for a while and it would stick inside your head thinking that he will be getting it for you. Then when the day comes he will say, “I got something for you! It’s small and cute.” And since it’s already planted in your head you automatically say, “It is pepper spray??” and he would laugh and replied, “No, I didn’t. Just wait, it’s a surprise!” Then you will start deducting what is small and cute that is sold which you would like. Then curiousity takes you over and you start to pester him what he actually bought for you but deep down you feel as though he really DID get pepper spray as a gift.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then when you meet him you continued to pester him asking whether he got you pepper spray or a pen drive...then when he finally gave you the present and when you opened it you will be totally mind blown. Yes, that really did happen to me. I was mind blown...it’s the first time that a boyfriend gave me REAL jewelery...I mean I have received some fake earrings here and there but REAL jewelery? He’s the first. Now I feel bad for getting him a t-shirt. How in the world can I top REAL JEWELERY? I really should start planting a money tree so I could get him some mind blowing gift in the future. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But sadly though, when he got me the present my ear-holes have closed up so I have to pierce them again. Just to wear the EARRINGS he got for me! Thank you for the lovely present my dear! I really didn’t expect that you would get me something so extravagant! And to Joey, even though you are so tight on money you still gave me an adorable Christmas gift, I love it SO MUCH! Thank you! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, I hope that during the coming week I would be able to celebrate an early New Year’s Eve celebration because I wouldn’t be around on the eve of the New Year as I’m heading back to my hometown for some prayers for my late grandfather. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Till then, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-39244736336821042722011-12-24T03:04:00.003+08:002011-12-24T03:07:45.420+08:00Chapter : Reaching my LIMIT.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I’m 24 years. You might think I’m all grown up having all the freedom in the world. In truth, I do not. These days I have been a big rebel. Barely seeing my own family, yes, I have been avoiding them. Why? It’s because it’s very stressful and pressurizing for me. I mean I understand that we are working and have our own little stress and stuffs but when I decide to join the family for dinner, please don’t pick on me. Please I know that you care about me but I just don’t want to be the main topic. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For an example, a simple dinner with the family will be fine, then suddenly the mom would say whether you have done this and that for your sister’s wedding, or nagging that I’m always home late and my dad would be nagging that I never do my stretches for my back and stuffs. Yes, I know that you’re worried and stuffs but PLEASE, just leave me alone. I can’t have a PROPER conversation with any of you. For instance when I said I have a freelance job that was given by someone from work; you said what kind person is that giving freelance job. IT’S A JOB AND HE DOES IT TOO. THAT’S WHY HE GIVES IT TO ME. I’m getting paid, that’s all it matters.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I can’t hang out so late at night because I know it’s dangerous for me, but when the moment you’re having fun you just don’t know that time passes by so fast and when you look at your watch you will be shocked to see that it’s already so late. I’m always having fun with the boyfriend and my friends that I totally forget to check my cellphone for the time since I don’t wear a watch. I get told off for that. I understand, but I’m a big girl now, I know they are worried for my safety as every parent does, but are you going to be worried for me when I’m 30 years old too? I know that no matter how old I get I will always be your little girl. </span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I should just leave on my own, share a room with someone. I have come to the point where I just want to do that. I never lived on my own before nor share a room with strangers. Run away and rent a place and survive with little money I have in my wallet. In my head maybe when I see my own parents less and I know when I reach home I won’t see them the next morning, I can treat them better. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I mean, they have been leaving me alone the past few weeks but the moment a message arrive saying I have been back to my old routines and stuffs makes me upset. I barely come home at 4 in the morning these days. The latest I have been was 3 in the morning...nowadays, the latest I come home is 1 in the morning and my cousin on the other hand comes back at 2 in the morning and she DRIVES alone too. I just don’t get it. They complain that I’m not independent, but how am I supposed to be independent when you shelter me SO MUCH?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I get jealous whenever I see my friends staying over at other girlfriends’ place. I never get the chance to stay over at a girlfriend’s place spontaneously. I always have to come home. Whenever I try to ask permission to stay over at a friend’s place they would question “why do you have to go? Can’t they all come here? Why do you always have to cater to them?” I didn’t even want to say that my friends don’t feel the freedom when they are at my place. They feel UNCOMFORTABLE. I feel so bad. I mean they have stayed over before, but we can’t go ballistic and have fun like normal because they are afraid of disturbing the neighbours or my parents. So they mostly hang around in my room and sleep early and leave early the next morning. It’s sad. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I’m reaching to a point where I really am conflicted with myself. I want to just break free from everything and just run away but deep down I know that I can never bring myself to do it because I know it will just make things worse. I just want them to understand, I’m only going to live once, if I’m going to be controlled and sheltered my entire life, I would regret in the future for never lived life to the fullest.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Have my parents forgotten that they were young once? Have they had no freedom then?</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-8718473571080628612011-11-10T10:46:00.000+08:002011-11-10T10:46:06.008+08:00Chapter : Me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I want to be strong.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I want to be happy. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I don't want to have a duty...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Why must everything be unfair? Facts of life, I know.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I want to run away and be alone.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">On an island, without anyone.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Maybe that way, I will be happy.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A slight happiness I can never enjoy for it will be taken away from me.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I want to be left alone. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Never need to answer to anyone.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I want to be selfish just once...I want to have everything.<br />
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</span>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-34592355915812376122011-11-04T01:04:00.000+08:002011-11-04T01:04:49.313+08:00Chapter : I'm being an Eeyore.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After watching 500 days of Summer, I cried. I cried shitloads. I actually don’t know why, maybe it reminded me of my past...or maybe I’m just PMS-y.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boyfriend laughed when I was talking about feelings. Shit, when I started to talk about feelings? I thought I was very good at avoiding the talk about feelings. I know the feeling of being torn to pieces and being lied straight to my face. That’s why I hate talking about feelings. It reminds me of being vulnerable and naive. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Do people like to hide things from me because they are afraid of seeing me hurt? If that’s the case, why bother doing things that would hurt me in the first place? It’s confusing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was telling the boyfriend that the show reminded me of this little saying;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Like a monkey hanging onto a tree branch before swinging onto another.</span></i></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Not sure whether I’m getting it right or not...but it’s something to do with monkeys. Well the concept is like when someone is attached or attracted to someone, they will hold onto that particular someone until the attraction dies and finds another, probably better or more interesting, or maybe not. Who knows, it depends on the person’s preferences. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After thinking back, it seems legit because I happened to be the victim of the <i>“monkey branch”</i> thing. Maybe it’s me; maybe it’s them, or both. I think it’s because of the movie I started crying because it reminded me of the past ...where this character named Summer was with this guy then played around with his feelings, left him and got herself married. Poor dude, got his heart broken after letting someone in. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have friends who did the <i>“monkey branch”</i> thing and they said that it’s normal. Whereas I’m like fuck that, I rather be the dumb monkey that misses the branch and falls down and slowly climb my way up the tree again. I don’t want to be the cause of killing someone’s heart. I don’t want to be the cause of someone’s depression. It’s not pretty. How in the world do they face themselves in the mirror everyday knowing that they have torn someone’s heart apart? Unless the person is also another <i>“monkey branch”</i> follower or the person has the heart of stone. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyway, I was just talking to my boyfriend about it and I called him a heartless person and he laughed and said I’m being silly. I know I am but it just seems that way, just summarizing that all men are heartless bastards. They can con you and get into your heart, leaving a mark there and running away with another person in their arms. Well, I shouldn’t be all sexist on this because I do know that women does the same too...but just this once, I want to be a sexist little bitch. Men are heartless. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boyfriend was trying to cheer me up but I can’t seem to do so. He called me Eeyore, the little donkey from Winnie the Pooh that’s always depressed. I really feel like it too because I was so depressed over it that if I was a character from an anime, I would be sitting in the corner with a dark stormy cloud above my head where it’s constantly raining and I would be there growing mushrooms. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I asked the boyfriend why he was laughing at me when I’m all teary and complaining about my feelings. He said that the things I complained are pretty silly things...or something like that along the lines. I’m think he said that I don’t make sense. He said that if the past still haunts me means I’m still not over it. Maybe it’s true but then again, I use my past as a reference for me not to be stupid again...but I think it’s too late to learn from it because stupidity isn’t something that you can be cured of.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Hopefully tomorrow I would wake up and the feeling of being an Eeyore would fade away unless I have mastered the art of masking my feelings. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-54612731235901058632011-09-26T00:40:00.000+08:002011-09-26T00:40:56.256+08:00Chapter : Raising Kids.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Few days ago, someone asked me, “Would you want to have kids in the future?” </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I answered, “Well, it depends whether I could afford it or trust myself to raise it.” </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, if you think it’s a funny answer because normally people would say yes or no. But these days, really...it depends whether you could afford it or devoted yourself to taking care of the child. It’s a lot of responsibilities taking care of a child. My parents always say, “You will soon know the burden of raising a child when you own one.” </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, I don’t need to own one but I roughly know how tedious a task it would be. The responsibilities begin the moment you’re carrying a little bean in your tummy. You have to be careful of what you eat, drink or do. Once you give birth to the little one plus enduring the labour pains, another set of responsibilities begin. Your task is to support the little one with everything. Nursing it, feeding it, teaching it and all sort of things you do to mould the little one into the person you hope it grows to be. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Not sure whether I make sense at the last part...but during the process on taking care of the little one, you have endure sleepless nights and changing diapers...but once the little one grows out of the diapers, you have to make sure the little one keeps their clothes on! Okay maybe that’s an exaggeration but I did know a little one that refuses to keep his clothes on. After their toddler years, they start to demand more from you...money-wise of course. They need this and that, their homework requires them to build a transformer and they need materials, they have ballet lessons, art lessons, music lesson or whatever lessons they want to attend plus we must not forget if they have tuition classes! So here you become their loyal little driver, chauffeuring them from north to south. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then reaching to the age where they’re a teenager. The rebellious stage, they won’t listen to you, they yell at you, they do all sort of things you do when you’re a teenager. You ground them, wallop their sorry little butts, cut their allowances, and make sure they have more chores to do or something to punish them. Making sure they learn their lesson in hopes that they wouldn’t repeat the same mistake. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There’s a lot of process we have to go through emotionally, mentally and physically during the process of raising a child. A parent must be strong to endure the shits through thick and thin. Worrying about the cost they have to support when raising a child or whatever stuffs they need to do...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">On the other hand, some might have doubts because of the pain that we women have to endure. Carrying another life inside of us which would add extra weight to our body, some of us would start feeling fat, suffer from hair loss or any other itty gritty bit that we get during our pregnancy...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But all in all, it’s a joyous thing to give birth to life and bringing them into the planet. Watching them grow and sharing happiness and sadness together...and when you grow old, you will have someone to keep you company, to take care of you in return.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-36270860811863485582011-09-11T21:39:00.000+08:002011-09-11T21:39:15.823+08:00Chapter : Prom<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fell asleep while watching Glee...had a dream. I think the episode I was watching might have influenced my dream. The summary of the dream, I went to prom with my date and was dancing the night away. I felt like Cinderella for the night. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In reality, I have never been to prom. Most of the time, prom was held at the end of the year and during that time I’m always out of the county for a family holiday. So I missed out on prom, throughout my high school years...well, can’t say throughout my high school years because prom was only held when you’re at the last year at school. But I got asked out when I was 15 years old. At first I said yes because I thought we won’t be going anywhere...but then had to disappoint my date because I flew to China I think. Then I thought that I would be able to attend at least my <b>OWN</b> prom after my important final exams, I was off to Vietnam. So either way, I never attended one. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Then it got me thinking, what was prom like? Watching from all those American shows, girls get asked out by guys, they all dress up like princesses; the guys picked them up and gave them corsages. Then reached to their school, have some upbeat songs to dance, then slow dances and ends it with the crowning of prom king and queen. Was Malaysian prom like that? </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I remember vaguely that my sister attended her school prom. I think she got asked out by a senior at her school. Then I think her date picked her up. That’s about it. I never asked for details during her night outs anyway. We don’t share that sort of bonding.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It got me imagining, what it would be like to be at a prom. For once, able to dress up like a princess and dance a slow dance...well, I did a slow dance before...if you would call swaying from one foot to another a dance. It was during my 21st birthday and that was pretty awkward because everybody was just staring at my ex and me swaying from one foot to another. But then, aren’t slow dances like that? I’m not too sure myself.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Truthfully, I can’t picture myself attending this kind of functions. I would love to dress up like a princess and be treated like one someday but I think I rather stick to my own little fantasy for now.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-24483677638082743592011-08-26T00:50:00.001+08:002011-08-26T00:54:08.126+08:00Chapter : How?<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yesterday I continued my little exercise routine. This time it’s without the boyfriend though...he said he was going to run around his house. It was quite hard for me to estimate the time because I should run and walk so I just set an alarm that whenever one minute is up, I would switch from walking to jogging and vice versa. Plus, I didn’t count how many sets I was doing so I think I might did it less or more. I think more is better compared to less of course.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyway, my colleagues will be on leave because of the Raya celebration so most of them will be heading back to their hometown and the office would be really quiet and I would be the only one there apart from the office coordinator, two managing directors and two programmers. Going to have a quiet week during the Raya holidays I guess, unless someone plans something. Who knows?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">These days my brain is being “overload” with thoughts. One of them is my work, I have been thinking of a career change. To do something that’s not related to what I have studied. But my concern is WHAT? What am I able to do? This I have to start thinking, what are my capabilities? What are my goals? What do I want to achieve? Would I might starting from the bottom and slowly work my way up? Would my parents support me? Would they guide me to the right path? I’m afraid of changes at times, but I feel that it must be done to achieve better things in life. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I need a new hobby...break away from my usual reading or watching cartoons on my laptop. Start crafting? Start...I have no idea what other hobbies to do. Something to keep me occupied and let my mind off things. I want to put my mind to rest. It’s making me restless and confused. It’s giving me unnecessary stress and worries. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">How do I stop this? Can I just GIVE up?</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-48836779940814071102011-08-22T23:18:00.000+08:002011-08-22T23:18:04.443+08:00Chapter : Progress!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Today I feel so proud of myself. I managed to do some exercise for once in my entire lifetime living as a sloth. The boyfriend came around to teach me some couch potato exercise routine. It‘s fun having someone to accompany you because it takes your mind off things...but the boyfriend said that I must learn to do it on my own when he can’t make it. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">For a person who doesn’t exercise, surprisingly I’m able to complete the entire routine for the day! I have never felt so proud in my lifetime! It’s like, climbing Mount Everest and reaching the PEAK! Cut me some slack here, I’m happy! Plus I have to thank the boyfriend for constantly encouraging me and coaxing me to go for a run with him. Hopefully I wouldn’t be so tired tomorrow. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Before the run today, I managed to meet up with the girls. The last time I met them was on my birthday and we’re meeting again this Saturday to celebrate Yuki’s birthday! Dinner and karaoke again! Just the past weekend I was at my hometown to celebrate my grandmother’s birthday and we too had dinner and karaoke sessions. Unfortunately, my aunts were dominating the karaoke machine with their Chinese songs and some aunts, really can’t sing.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There are not words to describe how tone-deaf they are...I know that I’m tone-deaf too but I think I can belt out a tune occasionally. But, some people like to say, when it comes to karaoke sessions, no one is going to bother whether you can sing or not. It’s all for the fun!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-47914368925899442362011-07-24T01:23:00.000+08:002011-07-24T01:23:00.623+08:00Chapter : Just Another Saturday.<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It was such a tiring day. First went over to the mall to grab Harry Potter movie tickets with the boyfriend and walked around a bit. It was such a bad idea to wear 3 (or was it 4?) inch heels because it killed my feet. After few rounds, the shoes were literally eating my feet ALIVE!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">The boyfriend and I did some walking around, ate some brunch and then some yoghurt. Then off to see him get his hair cut. His hair finally grew back after months of being a little monk. Anyway, Harry Potter movie was not bad. I wouldn’t say it was awesome because it felt...to me incomplete. Like I would always feel that there would be a HARRY POTTER MOVIE COMEBACK or something along those lines.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I was really happy to see the actor who played Neville Longbottom. He grew up to be such a handsome stud and he has a lot of screen time too! So yay for me! I was scared shitless when I saw the scenes with the huge ass snake. Wouldn’t mind watching Harry Potter again though...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After the movie, rushed off to celebrate my aunt’s 60th birthday which was located at some Chinese restaurant near where the boyfriend’s office is. The room we were in has a karaoke machine so naturally all of us started to choose songs to sing!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Karaoke, brings people together...brings joy and laughter. Everyone is just there to have fun, singing and laughing regardless whether they can belt out a tune or not. Maybe I was really tired and my feet were killing me...couldn’t take all the singing and people talking at the same time...but at least I know that everyone enjoyed themselves including my grandmother. She was clapping whenever my aunts were singing. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Towards the end I was singing Lady Gaga’s - Bad Romance because my youngest aunt requested for it and then Kelly Clarkson’s – Because of You. That song literally left me breathless because it’s always high pitch and powerful and my voice...Like a toad can’t reach that high so it sounded like someone trying to choke a duck. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But it really made me want to go to have an awesome karaoke session again with my girlfriends. Maybe should plan another karaoke session with the rock band group...hmm...</span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3709979551598236338.post-26196696073391051192011-07-17T22:04:00.001+08:002011-07-17T23:01:20.689+08:00Chapter : Epic Birthday Celebration!<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Yesterday I had the most epic and awesome birthday celebration! Before I go any further on that, this week is what I would call <i>“Celebration Week” </i>because there are a lot of things to celebration. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">First, is the boyfriend’s birthday, then it was our one year anniversary (yes, I tend to remember things like that) and <b>MY</b> birthday!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Anyway, I organized a dinner with my usual girlfriends, the Rashingis (Joey, Sylvia and Kelsie), the AC (Whippy, James, Yuki, Lavena...sadly Yie and Ky couldn’t make it) and Yuki Rye to celebrate my birthday and also to welcome Sylvia’s boyfriend, Joe (he’s from the states). I brought the boyfriend along and those who had partners brought theirs. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dinner was at Capricciosa, Sunway Pyramid. I booked a table for 12. During dinner, everyone was catching up with each other; the boyfriend and Joe were talking about some “Call of Duty” stuffs I supposed while I was running around trying to take pictures with everyone. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">We were just hanging around in the restaurant and I was asking whether anyone wants to go somewhere else to grab dessert and then out of nowhere, the staffs from Capricciosa came from behind to surprised me with a birthday cake given by the Rashingis and AC’s! Actually I jumped in shocked because they caught me, surprised. After I blew out the candles, the group asked me to take the candles out from the cake using my mouth. Imagine the fear that someone might push my face right into the cake! I ate a few candle waxes here and there though...the cake was <b>DELICIOUS.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">After dinner we head down to Red Box for the most EPIC karaoke session! We actually sang out hearts out till 3 a.m.! Everyone dedicated a song to me and I never felt so blessed in my entire life! The funniest part was when the group decided to sing to me Happy Birthday (the Click Five) and they changed the lyrics here and there. We laughed, we screamed and we jumped inside the room. Everyone was having a blast. </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I have to personally thank the boyfriend was accompanying me for dinner and sending me back at the wee hours in the morning. Thank you love! I appreciated it so much! Sorry you had to blow your budget this month! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ah! I got so many lovely presents from everyone! The boyfriend gave me a 1 TB hard drive because he knew I was whining for one and never gotten the chance to get it. Though at first I suspected that he was getting me pepper spray! Thank you again!! </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A compact powder, eye liner and BB cream from Whippy, James, Yuki and I think Yuki Rye...and Yuki Rye gave me a lovely card too!</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A blusher from Lavena.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A musical box from Joe and Sylvia.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Godiva chocolates from Kelsie.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Joey said that she will pass my present when she sees me the next time. Thank you all again for giving me such lovely presents and also the most epic birthday celebration ever!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">I almost forgot to thank my parents and my godmother, Aunty Helen for giving me presents too! Parents gave me a purse and Aunty Helen gave me a little charm from Thomas Sabo. Thank you!! </span></div>alwizhyperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02938569282615391354noreply@blogger.com2