Casanova

I felt it and I still do. It's a repulsive yet magnetic feeling, which is why I'm so confused. I keep thinking about it. I'm losing my smiles, my logic, and my ability to decide what's right and what's wrong of me to do. I hate the emotions it brings upon me and how these emotions overpower my sensibility and judgement. It's a love-hate relationship but I want to help you. I've decided that I don't want you to be the only one miserable. I'll help you move on, even if it jeopardizes my relationship with others, and even if the aftermath will leave me more miserable than before. It's time, so take the last I have to offer because life doesn't give us many chances.



I saw her. She was strolling in the neighbourhood, her petite and familiar frame, bringing back nostalgic memories of my childhood. I don't have much memories of being a child. They are probably hidden in the deeper parts of my mind, the thousands (and millions?) of them, which will flash through my mind and remind me of my life when it's time for me to go. Her family stayed two stories above mine in the same block. I was practically raised by her since I was two years old as both my parents were (and still are) working during the day. My nan reminds me everytime without fail that there ARE people out there who genuinely care and do not expect anything from me in return. That is why I always feel warm-hearted when I see my grandmother and her. Of course, my other family members as well, though others could sometimes get a little too critical or judgemental when I say or do unconventional things. But back to the topic. To be 100% honest to myself, the only people in this world who genuinely care for and love me sincerely from the heart is my family and I love them. I'd be nothing without them. I can imagine how depressed I'd be. So, a reminder to every out there (not that some of you may need it).. Treat the ones who love you and expect nothing in return the way they deserve. Because you will never know when you may lose the chance to give in return. God bless my loved ones!

Caged

Happy New Year. I know it's more than a little late now to be wishing that but better late than never, right?! Year 2009 has brought along changes in my life. More significantly is I'm doing cross-training at Concierge and will be until March. Everybody seems to be asking me he same question: "What are you going to do after that?" To be honest, I don't know. It's not a secret or anything but I seriously have no idea. Why would I want to decide about that now when I've just started with my training. And I can't deny the fact how annoying it is when people just assume things by themselves. I find it absolutely pointless to talk to someone who does not even listen to what I'm saying and just assumes my answer to their questions. If YOU think you can read minds so well then why stay with a job you're not satisfies with and go work as something more than the ordinary?!!

I went to Zirca with a few friends yesterday and although it was ladies' night, the club was surprisingly empty. There were people, maybe about thirty.. but the crowd was boring. If you didn't know, Zirca was formerly MOS. We hanged out, drank, danced the night away. It had been such a long time since I went clubbing, I enjoyed myself with my friends. When you're on the dance floor it's so easy to forget about all the stress from life, work, relationships(if any), etc. At about 3.30am we left Zirca and went for some food at McD's before heading home. We slept in the taxi, all three of us. We were exhausted from a good girls' nightout and I'm pretty sure we'll organize another trip soon.

My favourite time of the year is from December to February because of the numerous occasions in these three months. I like Christmas and presents. I like new beginnings, that's why January. I like Valentine's Day and presents and my birthday and presents. This year, I'll be legally turning into an adult and that is both great and somehow saddening at the same time. I wanna play, I don't wanna get serious with my life, I don't want to turn older. But, being 21 is like receiving an invisible pass to be unleashed from the control of my parents. Muahahahaa...!!!

This is totally my favourite time of the year now! Ciao!~