The Reunion

For the past 2.5 years, I occasionally reminisced about the good old days when the words came to me as naturally as breathing. I remember how my fingers danced on the keys and my feelings were so easily translated into phrases that captured the essence of my thoughts to a T. Where have I been since July 2009? I was too busy growing up, too enraptured with the excitement of joining the workforce, too giddily happy about finally "growing up". 

But somehow, along the way, I got lost. I wandered aimlessly along a path that seemed so well cut-out for me, but I wasn't as deliriously happy as I imagined I would be. But I'm glad that I found my way back to my blog. Baby steps. 

I'll start writing again, slowly, surely. I cannot afford to lose myself again.

I'm turning into a freak

Oh yes I am. But this change would suit many people just fine. Especially Mrs Ong in Taiping. For years she's tried every trick in the book to try and convert me into what I am today, but failed miserably. She tried cajoling, she tried persuading, she probably tried bribing with treats (but that was scarce), and as usual she resorted to her handyman - Mr. Rotan. None worked except the last option, but I didn't give in willingly - heck, it wasn't my nature to be clean and tidy!

And now ladies and gentlemen, let me reveal one of the greatest wonders in the entire freaking universe - the conversion of SOWY the Selamba to SOWY the Neat Freak. Here is what I do on a daily basis as SOWY the Maniac as opposed to SOWY the Laid-back previously:

- Arrange the rug on the floor every time I walk past the bathroom because my housemate crumpled it with his feet. I smooth out the rug and arrange it nicely in its original horizontal position. ( as opposed to me not giving a damn whether there was a rug in the 1st place)
- Splash loads of water on the bathroom floor because I can no longer tolerate a single strand of hair on the floor. (as opposed to me contributing more hair in the past)
- Wash every utensil and DRY them before putting them on the rack ( as opposed to me trying to ignore the pile of dirty dishes as long as I can before washing them before I go to bed)
- Wash my garments by hand every single day...except my jammies and bedspreads ( as opposed to piling them until I ran out of clothes and had no choice but to dump them in the washing machine)
- Hang up all my clothes neatly and even fold my undergarments into little triangles...(as opposed to me chucking them into the wardrobe all together)
- Sweep and mop not only my room, but the hall and the kitchen...on a weekly basis ( as opposed to turning a blind eye to the goo all over the place)
- Throw my rubbish every single day instead of waiting for the plastic bag to be filled to the brim ( to be fair I never want to throw a big plastic bag filled with a little rubbish because I find that to be unfriendly to the environment, so what I do now is take the little plastic bags to throw wet food, and leave the big ones for dry rubbish that won't turn bad)


Everyone who knows me well should be well aware that I am not ashamed of who I am. I am messy, I'll be the first to admit that. My books and notes will be strewn all over the place during finals, and I miraculously find my way through all the stuff even in the dark. But now, I am a changed person. If this keeps on for more than 2 months, I have officially given in to the Dark Side. Don't cry for me, people. I'm not proud of the transformation myself, but there is nothing I can do but embrace the inevitable. *Sobs*

OMG OMG OMG OMG

Oh my God!!!! Finally I can access my own blog! goodness gracious...i remember how badly I was itching to blog when I began my internship (so many interesting things happened every single day at office; they were just too precious to be forgotten with time, and I don't just mean the good things)...but I could never access my blog due to some problem with my account...

so yes, this is a warm up post after almost a year of idling...many many many more posts to come....

irked

I'm so easily irritated nowadays, I don't even know why. I don't think it's the oestrogen levels though, because it's past that time of the month. It's like I don't feel like "layaning" anyone, especially members of the opposite sex because most of the time it's because they want something from you - assignment info, homework answers, rental etc. While I know that they are entirely not at fault, I just don't want to hear from them or talk to them. OMG am i turning emo? is it because of the onslaught of flu symptoms? is it due to the ever-increasing-with-no-signs-of-reducing pile of work I have? Is it because I am single now and have no one to whom I can rant to and not feel apologetic?

I just feel tired and wish I weren't here in MMU. I enjoyed my stay yesterday at IMU, but then I still had to come back and face reality anyway. I just told my friends the other day that I'd probably change numbers a few times a year in the future because I want to get away from some people. Bah.

selfish people

They say you should never expect anything in return whenever you help someone, but unfortunately I don't really see it that way. Usually I am only willing to help people whom I know will not hesitate to return the favour when I need it. Too many cases of people who dont talk to you much on normal days, yet pretend to be all chummy when they need something from you. Too many examples of people asking for favours, yet giving you all kinds of reasons when you ask for a favour from them instead. And isn't it ironic that the smart ones are those who refuse to share any tips or their own knowledge even though they are the ones who ask for help in assignments and examination preparation? Or that the rich ones are those who don't think twice of asking for favours that can help them save money in the process yet come up with all sorts of lame excuses when you ask the same of them? And rich people who always say they are poor...yeah well, I bet you're as poor as my results are bad.

And yes, my internet connection is back! Yes!

FFK - almost

I had been craving for pasta since last Thursday, and Alex invited me to go to Italiannies on Saturday. So okay, alright, I menahan nafsu and waited impatiently for Saturday. Family members and friends who know me well will be familiar with my cravings - once i crave for something to eat, my mind will be filled with it, every minute of every day, and I cannot focus my concentration on any work until I am satiated.

So Saturday arrived and I waited for him to confirm the time. No calls, no messages. Nvm, I called. His phone was switched off. Oh no, this can't be good. This could only mean 1 thing - the fella must have drunk himself silly the night before with his colleagues and was now KO-ed. OMG. What time would he awake then? Ladies and gentlemen, a record-breaking 4.30pm.

Then he had the nerve to tell me he didn't feel like going today. My pasta.......dashed hopes. But I was still civilized despite my disappointment and told him it was alright. But when I woke up from my nap an hour later, the cravings began again and simultaneously I began to feel pissed off. So I ranted to ZH and he told me to demand a free meal from Alex. Haha, apparently Alex once overslept and made ZH and CK wait for 2 hours. They demanded he foot the bill and he did.

Well I didn't do that because usually Alex is nice enough to pay anyway. So I dialed the number and the first thing I said was : " Alex, I am mad at you." And he replied :"Why?What did I do?"...how guys can be so dense at times eludes me I tell you. Must be the alcohol.

So I described how disappointed I was that I had to eat Maggie noodles that day instead of the pasta I craved, and how irresponsible it is to FFK without even so much as a call or sms the night before mentioning the possibility of a cancellation. I didn't eat till 3pm because I thought he might wake up before that and I'd still have pasta, albeit a little later. Well anyway, good for Mr A, he did make an effort to get up and keep his promise, and he was very nice as to come all the way to Cyber to pick me up (usually I take the bus) to atone for his insensitivity. Which was good news to ZH too, because then Alex agreed to meet him and Eric and CK and Audrey for drinks.

So yes, we went to Italiannies, and that's for another post because I am just too damn tired.

RIP

Dear Daniel:

I am so sorry I only just found out what happened. It really came as a shock to me when I finally signed into my MSN messenger and saw your status. At 1st I couldn't believe it, but who jokes about such things? And when I saw the date, I knew. Jokes don't go that far. And so in a panic, I went to my Friendster account and searched painstakingly for you. I remember you wrote me a testimonial before, so I clicked page after page, hoping that somehow it would all just be a bad dream. Page after page...and then I found you. You were the 1st person to write a testimonial for me, and it really really hurts me now when I read what you wrote and yet know that I have lost such a dear friend.

You were so friendly, so gregarious, it was impossible not to warm up to you. I remember you sitting in front of me in English class and you would turn around cheekily to talk to me. I even have photos of you with the rest of us girls before I left Inti for good. I know we havent kept in touch much after I left, but then I remember everything about you. The way you talked, the way you walked, the way you dressed. It hurts, Daniel..

I am so sorry I was never a good enough friend. But please know that you mean a lot, and you are a friend that can never be forgotten even after years have gone by.

RIP Daniel.