Coming true...

Got my birthday wish!
Haha it turned out better than I expected :)

Back on my Feet

I'mma back! And Foxy my pet welcomes me with a morning workout, woohoo! Not to mention a couple of grey bunny wabbits as surprise guests :)

So with a nicely coordinated surprise, a heart-wrenching rendition of 'Happy Birthday' sung with much gusto by the CG guys (you guys ought to be on national tv), a scrummy-licious cake and a tub full of mashed potato, followed by dinner at Mad Jack's and a fifteen minute chillout at Fifteen Minutes (no kidding you there), 13 of March 2010 was spent memorably with the special warm fuzzy feeling still lingering.

Unfortunately, the flu bug attacked, causing absence from my work desk for a good two and a half days. But having slept a day's worth over Monday and Tuesday, I'm back with some fresh zest and enough spunk to take on the world (almost)!

I could film my own version of Home Alone now, having enjoyed peace and quiet for the past four days. Feeling especially proud of my laundry efforts and upkeeping with the mail. Must remember to water the plants. Oh and, time to engage the good, old trusty vaccuum cleaner again!

This living alone thing, I could get used to it, you know.
Maybe when I have a salary fat enough, I'll rent my own pad :)

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Ave says, "Home is where the heart is, and your heart is where people who love you are."
Yinky says, "If I grow my roots in God, no matter where I go, I will find home."
Ave says, "That's even deeper and truer."
May my heart be found in God.

21 yrs 364 days old

My 276th post at 5.56pm on 12 March 2010.
Trying to make my twenty-one years of age last.

Despite my best attempts to lounge around in self-denial (best efforts meaning telling people I'm twenty-one plus instead of twenty-two), here I am, still, six hours away from cruel reality of being booted out of beloved twentyone-hood.

Funny how it never meant this much before.

I'd always looked puzzledly at Forever 21 storefronts, wondering why anybody would want to be twenty-one forever when there's the joy of progressing to other ages.
At precisely (or not so precisely) 3am on 1 January 2010, I learnt the reason why.
I can hardly bear the other 'two' digit creeping up to the first.

So here I am, hovering dangerously close to the dreaded age (and even more dangerously close to being late for dinner with my family in 29 minutes at Marina Square), and deciding to make a record of this monumental moment.

All that said and done, I'm going to squeeze out the last drop of twentyone-hood and savour it for what it's worth. Tomorrow, I launch gloriously into a new age (hah! literally) and well, we'll see what surprises await (or less pleasant ones lurking around the shady corners)!

At least the special day will be spent in good company.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
Keep your expectations low, they wisely say (well, 'they' being more like 'I').
The noise that expectations make when they come crashing down never sound pretty.
So...expect nothing, and whatever comes take your breath away.
Ahh...best advice given yet, if I may say so, with all the twentyonish wisdom I can manage :)

Ciao~

A Green Day

The taxi uncle's overly zealous attempt to eject me out of his vehicle by pressing the button for the automated passenger door resulted in my plastic bag falling out onto the side walk and my favourite shawl drenched in disgusting rainwater on the tarmac road. Even more permanent damage included both halves of my focacia bread, which was not meant to come into contact with contaminated rain water before consumption.

Knew I shouldn't have taken both havles.
Now I've wasted an unnecessary half.

Walked into the building trying very hard to stay calm but failing epicly.
Chided myself for not just grabbing my plastic bag first before I kept the change.
Thankful that at least my newly bought cushion remained unharmed by the disaster.

A dark office door indicated the lack of human presence.
Great, not even a soul to gripe to.

Dunked my ruined breakfast into the trash on my way to the ladies' to wash my shawl. Loud, jovial singing of Lord I Lift Your Name On High wisped within range of my hearing and within seconds, dispelled all feelings of raw anger.
Thank you Jesus for a much needed, timely act of grace to ease my tensed spiritual muscles.

Minutes later, my shawl is clean and I've settled down with chee cheong fun and a nice cup of soya bean milk, courtesy of the staff Wednesday meeting that includes breakfast. When I came back into the office an hour and a half later, my shawl, which I'd left on the backs of a couple of chair to dry, had dried out and was ready for use.

I'm not about to end with a 'Hallelujah, praise God!'. Not that God doesn't deserve it - on the contrary, He deserve more than a sometimes clichedly used phrase.
What I need is something that better expresses my feelings of being humbled by a very, big God.

Thank You, thank You, thank You.
Tis poison and cancer in my soul, but You are the light that keeps me walking.

Joel...as in Tok.

Nicole says, "Joel is free...as in Tok"

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Nicole as in Kang.
Avelyn as in Tan.
Eugene as in Goh.

Oooh...this is fuunn!

Clarence as in Ng,
Zhong Ren as in Koh,
Samantha as in Ding,
Bryan as in Hoe!

Rhymes!
Let's try some more...

Jeremy as in Pong,
Amiel as in Siong,
Clement as in Chua,
Michelle as in Leong!

New ones :)

Zhai Juan as in Phua,
Vanessa as in Koh,
Ming Hui as in Chng,
Matthew as in Goh!

Vinna as in Yip,
Sylvia as in Yeoh,
Kenny as in Lee,
Johnathan as in Teo!

Timothy as in Yap
Rex as in Ang,
Yingqi as in Tan
Wynn as in Pang!

Gloria as in Tan,
Janice as in Loh,
Daniel as in Lee
Chelsia as in Goh!



CG rhyme!

Pop song ballad

Listening to good old pop music by Bardot.

"These days
The world's alright
The sun shines bright
I'm kicking out the bad dreams
These days go on long after you've gone"

"You're taking me higher than heaven"

Ahh...sweet teenagehood memories.

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Another day, more things done, apologetics class attended, Yan Hui and Yong Xin's essays edited, conference call held, another emotional meltdown, another heartache dealt with, and the gradual sense of becoming stronger through all the emotional-relational fiascos.

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The fastest way to get a response online is to announce anything vaguely related to getting a boyfriend. Or engaged. Or married. Something along those lines.

We haven't changed very much, have we?

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Missin' Your Love
Bardot

I guess we didn't see
It wasn't meant to be
Though we tried to love each other
There was no reason to
it's just what we went through
Now time has torn us apart

Though I told you I loved you
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
Now I noticed alot has changed

Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)

It's just another day
We go our separate wys
Without thinking about each other
Now everything seems new
When I see it without you
I've been told you feel the same as I do

Though I told you I loved you (oh yeah)
And you told me the same
A little distance between us
How I've noticed alot has changed

Now baby uh huh
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Yeah yeah)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain't missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)

Is it a crime?
I finally realied
You were missing all along
Still I don't have you
And I'm torn in two
Now it's time to say goodbye
Now baby I

I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh babay I)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(I ain;t missin' your love)
I, I ain't missin' your love (missin' your love)
(Oh ain't missin your love)

Foxy my new pet

I love my new gmail theme!
Hours ago when I logged on foxy was feeding chicken in the yard and the sky was shades of chinese tea. Now foxy is having nice, hot, steaming dinner indoors while the chickens peck away outside, the sky a an inky hue of greys.
*laughs*
Such joy :)

Have a good laugh :)

Hahahahaha....

Still twenty-one years old...for now.

I have eleven days to find a guy who is 1) taller than me 2) mature enough to care for me 3) able to accept my quirks and go wild with my wild streaks to be my boyfriend.

Birthday wishlist
1) A boyfriend (am I kidding? maybe...maybe not)
2) A nice men's shirt that's the right colour (this for the benefit of guy friends whom I'm not willing to put into the difficult spot of having to shop for a bag or a wallet)
3) Extravagant love (that's up to your individual creativity :)
4) An original song (whoa-ho...what a tall order!)
5) A spontaneous day-out with people who don't mind doing sporadic things upon my whim and fancy
6) A biggish wallet into which I can fit contents of my red wallet, blue pouch and pink mobile phone
7) A really, really, really good book, in Donald Miller or even better, Carolyn Arends style

I think seven items make a substantiate list that ain't too overwhelming :)